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th grey astrakhan of the French Imperial Staff。 A word from Essen removed the bandage； and the officer … he wore a grey Hussar moustache … saluted with dignity。
〃The chef d'escadron Verrier；〃 he said； 〃aide…de…camp to Marshal the Duke of Tarentum。 I am ordered by the Marshal to suggest a suspension of hostilities for two hours。 The breach is covered with the wounded of both sides； and it would be only humane to remove them。 Each side can remove its own。〃
〃There are more French and German wounded than Russian； I am sure；〃 said Essen； in his horrible French。
〃French or Russian； sir；〃 said the parlementaire； 〃they will die unless they receive speedy aid。〃
Hornblower's mind was beginning to work again。 Ideas were leaping to the surface like wreckage from a sunken ship。 He caught Essen's eye and nodded meaningly； and Essen； like a good diplomatist； gave no sign of having received the hint as he shifted his glance back to Verrier。
〃The request is granted； sir；〃 he said； 〃in the name of humanity。〃
〃I thank Your Excellency； in the name of humanity；〃 said Verrier； saluting； and then looking round for someone to blindfold him again and lead him through the breach。
The moment he was gone Hornblower turned to Brown。
〃Take the barge back to the ship；〃 he ordered。 〃Hurry。 My pliments to Captain Bush； and I would like you to bring back Lieutenant von Bulow to me。 One of the lieutenants of equal rank will have to acpany him。 Hurry！〃
〃Aye aye； sir。〃
That was all that was necessary with Brown or Bush； thank God。 A simple order brought simple yet intelligent obedience。 Hornblower saluted Essen。
〃Would it be possible； Your Excellency；〃 he asked； 〃to bring the Spanish troops over to this side of the river？ I have a German prisoner whom I am going to return to the enemy； and I should like him to see the Spaniards with his own eyes first。〃
Essen grinned with blubber lips。
〃I do my best not merely to ply with every one of your wishes； sir； but even to anticipate them。 The last order I gave on the other side of the river was for the Spaniards to brought over … they were the nearest formed troops and I intended to use them as garrison for the warehouses on the quay。 I have no doubt they are there already。 You would like them marched in this direction？〃
〃If you would be so kind； sir。〃
Hornblower was casually waiting for nothing in particular at the jetty when the boat touched at it； and Lieutenant von Bulow； of the Fifty…first Regiment of Prussian Infantry； stepped ashore under the escort of Mr Tooth and Brown and his men。
〃Ah； Lieutenant；〃 said Hornblower。
Bulow saluted him stiffly； clearly puzzled at this new development； which had snatched him from his confinement aboard ship and dumped him at a moment's notice in the ruined village。
〃There is an armistice at the moment；〃 explained Hornblower； 〃between your army and ours。 No； it is not peace … merely to clear the wounded from the breach。 But I was going to take this opportunity of returning you to your friends。〃
Bulow looked questions at him。
〃It will save much formality with cartels and flags of truce；〃 explained Hornblower。 〃At this moment you have merely to walk down the breach and join the men of your own army。 Naturally； you have not been properly exchanged； but you can； if you wish； give me your word that you will not serve against his Britannic Majesty nor against His Imperial Russian Majesty until an exchange has been effected。〃
〃I give you my word；〃 said Bulow； after a moment's thought。
〃Excellent！ Then perhaps I might give myself the pleasure of walking with you as far as the breach？〃
As they left the jetty and began the brief walk through the ruins of the village Bulow was darting the quick glances of a professional soldier about him； he was perfectly entitled； under any military code； to take every advantage of carelessness on his enemy's part。 His professional curiosity would have led him to stare about him in any case。 Hornblower made polite conversation as they strolled。
〃Your assault this morning … I daresay you heard the hubbub even on board？ … was made by picked grenadiers； as far as I could judge by the uniforms。 Most excellent troops … it is indeed a pity they suffered such loss of life。 I trust that when you rejoin your friends you will convey to them my deepest condolences。 But they had not a chance； of course。〃
At the foot of the church tower there was a Spanish regiment； the men lying down in their ranks。 At the sight of Hornblower the colonel called his men to their feet and saluted。
Hornblower returned the salute； conscious as he did so that Bulow at his side had； suddenly changed his gait； stealing a glance out of the tail of his eye he saw that Bulow was ponderously goose…stepping as long as the salutes were being exchanged。 Yet it was very noticeable that even though Bulow's formal training forced him into a goose…step at a moment of military courtesy； he had not failed to notice the troops。 His eyes were bulging with unasked questions。
〃Spanish troops；〃 said Hornblower； casually。 〃A division of Spaniards and Portuguese joined us from Bonaparte's main army a little while ago。 They fight well … in fact they were responsible for the final repulse of the last assault。 It is interesting to notice how Bonaparte's dupes are falling away from him now that the hollowness of his power is revealed。〃
Bulow's astonished reply must either have been inarticulate or in German； for Hornblower could not understand it； but his tone conveyed his meaning well enough。
〃It goes without saying；〃 said Hornblower casually； 〃that I would like to see the magnificent Prussian Army ranged among Bonaparte's enemies and England's allies； too。 But naturally your King knows his own policy best … unless； of course； surrounded as he is by Bonaparte's men； he is not free to choose。〃
Bulow stared at him in amazement； Hornblower was putting forward a viewpoint which was quite new to him； but Hornblower still made himself talk with the utmost casualness； as if he were doing no more than making polite conversation。
〃That's high politics；〃 he said with a laugh and a wave of his hand。 〃But one day in the future we might look back on this conversation as prophetic。 One cannot tell； can one？ Some time when we meet as plenipotentiaries I will be able to remind you of this talk。 And here we are at the breach。 It irks me to have to say goodbye； at the same moment as it gives me pleasure to restore you to your friends。 My heartiest good wishes； sir； for you for the future。〃
Bulow saluted stiffly again； and then； as Hornblower held out his hand； shook hands with him。 To the Prussian it was a remarkable occurrence for a modore to condescend to shake hands with a mere subaltern。 He picked his way down the breach； over the tortured earth where the stretcher…bearers still swarmed； like disturbed ants； gathering in the wounded。 Hornblower watched him until he reached his own men； and then turned away。 He was dreadfully tired； quite weak with fatigue； in fact； and he was angry at himself for his weakness。 It was all he could do to walk back with dignity to the jetty； and he swayed as he sat in the sternsheets of his barge。
〃Are you all right； sir？〃 asked Brown； solicitously。
〃Of course I am；〃 snapped Hornblower； amazed at the man's impertinence。
The question irritated him； and the irritation made him mount the ship's side as fast as he could； and acknowledge merely coldly the salutes he received on the quarter…deck； down in his cabin his irritation persisted； and prevented him from obeying his first impulse to throw himself across his cot and relax。 He paced about for a moment。 For something to do he peered into the mirror。 There was some excuse for Brown after all； and his foolish questions。 The face he looked at was grimy with dust caked upon sweat； and there was a smear of blood over one cheekbone from a slight scratch。 His uniform was filthy； with one epaulette awry。 He looked like someone who had just emerged from the fury of a battle to the death。
He peered more closely。 That face was lined and drawn； the eyes red…rimmed； with a sudden increase of attention he looked again； turning his head。 On his temples his hair was quite white。 Not merely did he look like someone fresh from battle； he looked like someone who had been under frightful strain for a long time。 So he had； indeed； he realized； half wondering at himself。 He had been bearing the burden of this horrible siege for months now。 It had never occurred to him that his face； Hornblower's face； would tell tales about him as other men's faces told tales about them。 He had striven all his life to restrain his features from revealing his feelings。 There was something ironic and interesting about the fact that he could not prevent his hair from greying nor the grim lines from deepening about his mouth。
The desk under his feet was swaying； as if the ship were in the open sea； and yet even his veteran sea…legs had difficulty in keeping him upright； so that he had to hold on to the bracket before him。 Only with extreme care could he let go his hold and pick his way to his cot； and fall across it； face downward。
CHAPTER TWENTY…THREE
The new problem which Hornblower was debating as he walked his quarter…deck； while H。M。S。 Nonsuch swung at anchor in Riga Bay； was one which he had long foreseen； but which lost none of its urgency for all that。 Here was winter ing； there had been heavy frosts at night for as far back as he could remember； and the last two days had brought flurries of snow； which had temporarily whitened the landscape and had left a few drifts which even now showed as white streaks on the northern faces of the dykes。 The days were growing short and the nights long； and the brackish water of Riga Bay was covered with a thin scum of ice。 If he stayed much longer his ships would be frozen in。 Essen had assured him that for at least two more weeks he would be able to make his exit along a channel sawn in the ice by labourers whom Essen would supply； but Hornblower was not so sure。 A northerly gale … and one might arise at any moment … could keep him wind…bound while at the same time it would freeze everything up and jam the narrow exit to the Bay； between Oesel and the mainland； with piled…up drift ice that neither saws nor even explosives could pierce。 A squadron frozen in was a squadron immobilized until next spring； and a squadron frozen in was one which was a certain prey to the French if Riga should fall。 Twenty years ago a Dutch squadron at Amsterdam had been captured by French hussars charging over the ice。 What a thundering bulletin of triumph Bonaparte would make of it if a British squadron； under the notorious modore Hornblower； should fall into his hands in the same way！ Hornblower turned in his stride a yard before he had reached the limit of his walk。 Prudence dictated an immediate withdrawal。
The breechings of that carronade were frayed。 When Bush noticed it someone was in for a bad quarter of an hour。 And yet he could not withdraw。 When he had mentioned the possibility Essen had shown positive dismay。 If his men were to see the British ships go away they would be quite sure the place was doomed。 They would lose heart pletely。 The British naval officer who had led the final charge at Daugavgriva had grown into a legendary figure in their minds； a mascot； a symbol of good luck。 If he were to leave them that would be a proof； in the men's minds； that he had lost hope。 He could not possibly withdraw。 He might promise； he might send most of the squadron out and retain only a sloop and a gunboat； he might send everything out and remain himself； but to separate himself from his mand was in direct violation of the Articles of War。
Here was a fool of a midshipman in his way dodging about in front of him as though bent on distracting him from his train of thought。 It would be the masthead for him； God knew the mission had lasted long enough for every single person on board to have learned that the modore must not be distracted when he was walking the deck。
〃What the hell … ？〃 he bellowed at the blenching midshipman。
〃B…b…boat approaching； sir；〃 stammered the youth。 〃M…Mr Hurst told me to tell you。 He thinks the Governor's on board。〃
〃Why wasn't I