• The Mass over, they lit candles for Padeen and walked out of the cool, gently-lit timeless familiar world into the brilliant sunshine of Lisbon, a very recent city and to many of them quite foreign.
‘Good day to you, now, shipmates,’ said Stephen. ‘You will never forget the way to the boat, I am sure; it is right down the hill.’
He walked up it towards the embassy, his mind turning back more and more rapidly to worldly things.
The porter looked a little doubtfully at his second-best coat
– somewhat rusty and threadbare in the full light of the sun – but he sent in his card and the first secretary came hurrying. ‘I am so sorry that His Excellency is not in the way this 76morning,’ he said, taking Dr Maturin into his office, ‘- pray take a seat – but I am to say that the invitation to Monserrate may be accepted with perfect confidence, and that an escort will be provided if it is desired. A coach too, of course.’
‘I should be most grateful for a carriage of some kind; yet perhaps a well-paced horse would be quicker and less conspicuous, if one can be spared.’
‘Certainly.’
‘And may I beg you to have a message carried down to the ship?’
‘Alas, my dear Matunn,’ cried Sir Joseph from the steps of the Quinta, ‘I am afraid you have had a terribly hot ride.’ Stephen dismounted; the horse was led away; and Sir Joseph went on, ‘Can you ever forgive me? I was so confused, so weary, so muddle-headed by the time I arrived that I sent Carrick off empty-handed. My letter to you is still in my pocket.
I will show it to you. Come, walk in, walk in out of the sun and drink some lemonade or East India ale or barley-water – anything you can think of. Tea, perhaps?’
‘If it is agreeable to you, I had as soon sit on the grass in the shade by a brook. I am not at all thirsty.’
‘What a beautiful idea.’ And as they walked along, ‘Matunn, why do you carry your hat in that curious way? If I were to walk bare-headed in the sun, or even with a small bob-wig, I should be struck down dead.’
‘There is an insect in it that I shall show you when we sit down. Here is a perfect place – green leaves overhead, sweet-smelling grass, a murmuring brook.’ He opened his folded hat, took out a pocket-handkerchief and spread it on the ground. The creature, quite unharmed, stood there gently swaying on its long legs. It was a very large insect indeed, greenish, with immense antennae and a disproportionately small, meek, and indeed rather stupid face.
‘Bless me,’ said Blaine. ‘It is not a mantis. And yet -,
‘It is Saga pedo.’
‘Of course, of course. I have seen him figured, but never preserved nor even dried, far less alive and swaying at me. What a glorious animal! But look at those wicked serrated limbs! Two pairs of them! Where did you find him?’
‘On the side of the road just outside Cintra. She, if I may be pedantic. In these parts the females alone are seen: they reproduce parthenogenetically, which must surely ease some of the tensions of family life.’
‘Yes. I remember from Olivier’s paper. But surely you do not mean to let her go, so rare?’ The saga was walking confidently off the handkerchief and into the grass.
‘I do, though. Who is without superstition? It seems to me that letting her go may have a favourable influence upon our meeting; for I assume that it is no trifling matter that has brought you to Portugal.’
Blaine followed the saga until it vanished among the grassstems, then turning resolutely away he said, ‘No, by God. A little while ago the heavens fell on our heads: opened and fell on our heads. The Spanish ambassador called at the Foreign Office and asked whether there was any truth in the report that the Surprise had been fitted out and sent to encourage rebels or potential rebels, “independentists”, in the Spanish South American possessions. Oh dear me, no, he was told; the Surprise was merely a privateer, one of many, going to cruise upon United States whalers and China-bound ships and any Frenchmen she happened to meet. This absurd report must have arisen from a confusion with a perfectly genuine French expedition designed for that very purpose, an expedition that had been frustrated by our capture of the Diane, which was to carry the agents – an expedition that could be substantiated, if any substantiation against such very grave and indeed monstrous charges were required, by the production of documents seized aboard the French frigate. The Spaniard may not have been wholly convinced, though he was certainly shaken; he said he should be very glad to see any evidence, particularly that inculpating those who had been in correspondence with the French, our common enemies; he expressed some surprise
that the substance of these documents had not been communicated to him before; but that was easily accounted for by the extreme slowness of British official procedures.’
Blaine took off his shoes and stockings, shifted a little forward on the grass and dangled his feet in the stream. ‘Oh what a relief,’ he said. ‘Maturin, I have had a most
hellish journey from Corunna – sleeping in the coach – jolting over vile roads – eight and even ten mules scarcely enough sometimes – the heat, the dust, the dreadful inns –
wheels coming off, axles breaking – brigands, large desperate isolated bodies of French and their unpaid mercenaries – our own army pushing us off the road on to by-ways, blind alleys, mountain tracks – a furious French advance that came very near to cutting us off
– goat’s milk in the coffee, goat’s milk in the tea – but above all the perpetual hurry, perpetual weariness and heat – the flies! Forgive me again for being so stupid about Carrick; forgive me if my account of the situation is out of sequence, patchy, disordered – a clear mind is wanted for such complexity, not one that has just been trundled over rocks and deserts that would be a disgrace to Ethiopia.’
‘No doubt there were good reasons why you did not take the packet or one of the Admiralty yachts.’
‘Two excellent reasons. The first, that although the packet did in fact reach Lisbon long before me, there was no guaranteeing that it would not be windbound for a month, whereas once I was on Spanish soil I could be sure that perseverance would get me to Portugal within certain limits of time, if I survived. The second, that purgatorial though the journey was, I preferred it to a voyage by sea. I am most horribly seasick, and I should certainly have lost essential elements in my grasp of the situation.’ He sat stirring his feet in the water and rehearsing the order of events in his mind, and presently he said, ‘You will already have perceived that this most damaging information can have reached the Spaniards only through one of the very few men who knew about your mission, almost certainly the man who protected Wray and Ledward and allowed them to get out of the country.Warren and I suspected
that the report would be sent, and that is why I particularly insisted upon your calling at Lisbon.’
‘I had imagined that to be your motive. In the same way I had understood from the beginning that our journey to South America was also intended to counteract Buonapartist influence there; and your earliest reference to the Diane made it even more certain. From my own, personal point of view this conflict with the French was of the first importance.’
‘Of course it was; and will be again, in the same region, I hope. But for the moment we must utterly demolish the report and discredit the source of information. The Surprise must carry on with her voyage, ostentatiously privateering and avoiding all contact with the supporters of independence.’
There was a pause, and Stephen observed that Blaine was looking at him with a quizzical eye, his head cocked on one side; but he made no observation and after the cool breeze had wafted through the leaves for a while Blaine went on, ‘But although you and Aubrey will not be fully employed in that hemisphere, I trust that if you agree to my plan you will be even more so in another. The French have learnt, probably through this same source, Ledward’s protector, that except on paper we are extremely weak in Java and the East Indies in general. They have therefore sent a mission to the Sultan of Pulo Prabang, one of the piratical Malay states in the South China Sea, urging him to become their ally and to build and equip vessels large enough to capture our East Indiamen on their way to and from Canton, thus cutting the Company’s throat. The Sultan’s dominions lie almost directly across the Indiamen’s route; he has a splendid harbour, forests of teak and everything that is desirable; and a hardy population of seafaring Malays who have hitherto confined themselves to native craft and to piracy on a modest scale – Chinese junks, the