Hornblower: The Duchess and the Devil Page #5

Aye aye, sir.

Trying to pass yourself off

as a Frenchman, aren't you?

Well, I would

respectfully suggest

That a well-dressed woman

on your deck

might add to that impression.

As Your Grace pleases.

Do you think you'll slip

the dagoes, Mr. H.?

The odds are long,

Your Grace

even for a gambling man.

The breeze is freshening.

We won't have refuge

in the mist much longer.

Mr. Hunter's compliments, sir.

The wind's

getting up again.

Look.

Keep her steady,

Matthews.

Aye aye, sir.

At least her ports

are closed, sir.

Mr. Hunter, have Styles

and Oldroyd

Ioad the swivel guns

with case.

And to make it look like

they're cleaning the guns

not loading them.

Styles, Oldroyd,

starboard midships.

Messieurs, identifiez

vous memen, s'il vous plait.

Le Reve, en route

Pour Cadiz.

Looks like they're

sending a boat, sir.

Man:

Nous avons I'honneur

de preter I'assistance a notre

confedere estime et valiant.

He's offering us

his assistance now.

God damn him to hell.

Sir, their boat's

in the water.

Stand by your gun.

Fire on my order.

Damn, they're everywhere.

Sir.

They're up to something, sir.

(speaking French)

They're signaling, sir.

But what are they

damn well signaling?

She's opening her ports, sir.

Le Reve, you must surrender.

Je ne comprends pas.

We know who you are.

Surrender or we fire.

Mais pourquoi?

Nous sommes Francais!

Sir, their boat's in range.

(screams)

Oldroyd,

Haul down her colors.

Aye aye, sir.

(man wailing)

Mr. Hunter, get everyone

out of these damn costumes.

Let's be taken

for Englishmen, eh?

Aye aye, sir.

I must go below,

Mr. Hunter.

The deck is yours.

I'm so sorry, sir.

It was a valiant attempt.

But it failed.

Your Grace must excuse me.

What have you got there?

They are dispatches.

From Gibrattar.

I must ensure

they do not fall

into the wrong hands.

Give them to me.

I cannot do that.

If you get captured,

what'll happen to me?

You will be transferred

to a neutral ship

or a neutral port, and then...

Aye, and then?

You will be returned

to England.

No, Your Grace.

They will search your baggage.

I have orders.

You have information

that will be

more useful

to the admiratty

than at the bottom

of the sea.

Give them to me.

If they found

these documents on you

your rank will not

save you from the noose.

I have as much right

to risk my life for my country

as you do.

But how will you hide them?

My skirts, where else?

Who'll dare search there, eh?

(quick rap on door)

Who is it?

Styles, sir.

Come in.

Dagoes are coming

below, sir.

(men talking in Spanish)

Man:

Adelante, adelante.

It's all right, Mr. H.

Lieutenant

Diego Romero

at your service.

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