The Black Swan (Historical Novel). Rafael Sabatini

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СКАЧАТЬ fell a long pause, during which Monsieur de Bernis helped himself to a slab of guava cheese and poured himself another cup of the Peruvian wine. He was setting down the squat bottle when at last the Major exploded.

      'So that ye're just...just a damned pirate! A damned pirate! And, stab me, ye've the effrontery to confess it!'

      Miss Priscilla and the Captain cried out upon him simultaneously in alarm.

      'Bart!' ejaculated the lady.

      'Major Sands, sir!' exclaimed the Captain.

      Condemnation was in the voice of each. But Monsieur de Bernis showed no resentment. He smiled upon their dismay and waved a long fine hand to pacify them.

      'A pirate?' Almost he seemed amused. 'Ah, no, A filibuster, please. A buccaneer.'

      The Major curled his heavy lip. 'And the difference?'

      'The difference? Oh, but all the difference in the world.'

      Captain Bransome came to the rescue with the explanation which Monsieur de Bernis seemed to disdain to offer. The buccaneers had a sort of charter behind them. They had been encouraged by the Governments of both England and France, because they had kept in check the rapacity of Spain, confining their raids to Spanish ships and Spanish settlements.

      Monsieur de Bernis was moved by this to take up the tale. 'And doing it as I'll swear none others could have done it. You would not sneer, Major Sands, had you crossed Darien with us.'

      He was launched upon reminiscences. He began to tell them of that incredibly arduous journey made partly on foot and partly by water on the Chagres River. He described the hardships they had confronted and overcome: how for eight days they had gone without food, save an occasional evil-tasting musk-flavoured alligator's egg; how they had been constrained to eat strips of hide, consuming even their own belts to cheat their famished stomachs; and how it was in a spent condition that at last they had staggered into sight of Panama, which, forewarned, had mobilized to receive them, with guns and horses, outnumbering them in men by three to one.

      'If the Spaniards had only driven in their cattle from the savannah where we lay the night before the battle, starvation must have made us an easy prey to them. I should not now be telling you of these things. But the cattle were there, the steers and horses, and we took and killed what we required, and ate the flesh almost raw And so, by the grace of God, we found the strength to deliver the attack, and carry the town in the teeth of its defenders.'

      'By the grace of God!' said the Major, scandalized. 'It is blasphemy, sir.'

      De Bernis was singularly patient.

      'Ye're intolerant, Major,' was all he said.

      'Of thieving rogues? To be sure, I am. I call a thing by its proper name. Ye can throw no glamour over the sack of Panama, sir. With whatever arts you tell the tale of it, it remains a thieving raid, and the men who took part in it--Morgan and his cut-throats--were just bloodthirsty, thieving scoundrels.'

      Before such direct offensiveness Captain Bransome became deeply alarmed. Whatever Monsieur de Bernis might be today, it was certain that, since once he had followed the trade of a buccaneer, there must be wild blood in him. If it were roused, there might he mischief done; and he wanted none of that aboard the Centaur. He was considering intervention, when the Frenchman, who, whatever he may have felt, still betrayed no outward sign of irritation, forestalled him.

      'By my faith, Major, do you realize that what you say is almost treason? It is a reproach to your King, who does not share your so sensitive honesty. For if he regarded Henry Morgan as you describe him, he would never have raised him to the dignity of knighthood and made him Governor of Jamaica.'

      'And that's the fact,' Captain Bransome supported him, hoping to curb the Major's rashness. 'And ye should also be told that Monsieur de Bernis here holds the appointment of Sir Henry Morgan's lieutenant, to help him keep order upon the seas.'

      Contradiction came not from the Major, but from Monsieur de Bernis himself.

      'Ah, but that is over now. I have resigned my post. Like yourself, Captain, I am going home to enjoy the rest I have earned.'

      'No matter for that. The fact that ye held the post, held the King's commission in spite of Panama and Porto Bello and the rest, should be answer enough for Major Sands.'

      But Major Sands was not to be put down. 'Ye know very well that was but setting a thief to catch a thief. You may sing the praises of your buccaneers never so eloquently, sir. But you know they had become such a pest that to deliver the seas of them your friend Henry Morgan was bribed with a knighthood and a King's commission to turn upon his old associates.'

      Monsieur de Bernis shrugged, and sank back into his chair, quietly sipping his wine. His manner, faintly contemptuous, showed that he withdrew from the discussion. Captain Bransome took it up in his place.

      'However it may have been, we've Sir Henry Morgan to thank for it that we can sail in safety now. That at least will be something to his credit.'

      Major sneered. 'He's been constrained to it,' was his grudging admission. 'They've had him home once, and very nearly hanged him for the disloyal way in which he neglected the duty for which he was paid and commissioned. As if loyalty were to be looked for in such men. It was only that danger awakened him to the necessity to keep faith with those who had paid him in advance. I'll own that since then he seems to have gone more vigorously about the business of sweeping the seas clean. But that don't make me forget that it was he and his kind who fouled them.'

      'Don't grudge him his due, Major,' Bransome pleaded. 'It's to be doubted if another could ha' done what he has done. It needed him with his own lads behind him to tackle the disorders afloat, and put an end to them.'

      But the Major would not yield. In the heat of argument and exasperation he plunged recklessly into matters from which, yesterday, concern for Priscilla had made him steer them. 'Put an end to it? I seem to have heard of a buccaneering villain named Tom Leach who still goes roaring up and clown the Caribbean, setting Morgan at defiance.'

      Bransome's face darkened. 'Tom Leach, aye. Rot his soul! But Morgan'll get him. It's known from Campeche to Trinidad and from Trinidad to the Bahamas that Morgan is offering five hundred pounds for the head of the last of the buccaneers.'

      Monsieur de Bernis stirred. He set down his wine-glass.

      'That is not a buccaneer, Captain. It offends me to hear you say it. Tom Leach is just a nasty pirate.'

      'And that's the fact,' Bransome approved him. 'As wicked a cut-throat as was ever loose upon the seas. An inhuman beast, without honour and without mercy, making war upon all, and intent only upon robbery and plunder.'

      And he fell to relating horrors of Leach's performance, until de Bernis raised a long graceful hand to check him.

      'You nauseate Miss Priscilla.'

      Made aware of her pallor, the Captain begged her pardon, and closed the subject with a prayer.

      'God send that filthy villain may soon come to moorings in execution dock.'

      Miss Priscilla intervened.

      'You have talked enough of pirates,' she censured them, and rendered the Major at last aware of his enormity.

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