Alexis sighed with relief. If Artley had settled with himself that he was in the Navy and determined to make the best of it, then that was one worry off her shoulders. As for patterning himself after a favorite officer, well, she often did the same. If there came a situation she was unsure of how to handle, she’d often consider what her first captain, Captain Grantham, or even his first lieutenant, Caruthers, might handle it.
“Captain Euell’s a fine officer,” she said. “Artley could certainly choose a worse man to model himself after.”
Hollingshed and Nesbit shared a look. Nesbit shook his head.
“You’re a wonder, Carew. You really are.”
“So who are you to meet on Wellice?” Hollingshed asked. “Sure to be a letdown after running about with the French.”
“I’m not at all sure,” Alexis said. “I’d never think there was something worse than the French bureaucrats, but any time I ask Mister Eades about this mysterious meeting he simply says, ‘I’ve just the man for it,’ and then — and it’s most disturbing — he smiles.”
Chapter 20
Avrel Dansby was the epitome of a New London gentleman. Well-dressed, well-groomed, well-spoken — not titled, certainly, but clearly the holder of so much wealth that marrying a title would not be entirely out of the question at some point. He was, perhaps, fifty years of age, but a full head of dark hair still framed a handsome face with a well-tended mustache and goatee to match. His dress was conservative, and spoke of dark, quiet shops where one certainly never left with one’s purchases that day, for they would be run up especially for you and delivered to your home.
Alexis distrusted him immediately.
It was something about the man’s eyes. A distance, a hardness that went beyond what she’d expect to see even in a new hand sent straight from the gaols. Her first sight of the man reminded her, unsettlingly, of the pirate captain Horsfall she’d encountered aboard her first ship, and she sensed something in him that was far at odds with his dress and manners.
Though able to afford a better dentist than Horsfall, at least.
“Lieutenant Carew,” Dansby said as Eades introduced them. He held out his hand and Alexis forced herself to take it.
“Mister Dansby,” she said.
Some of her thoughts must have made their way into her tone, for Dansby’s eyes narrowed and he looked her up and down as he released her hand.
Eades looked from one to the other and smiled thinly. “Yes, I can see this will go swimmingly, won’t it?” He gestured to the table. “Let’s have a seat, shall we?”
Alexis and Dansby went to opposite ends of the table, seemingly by some unspoken agreement, and sat. Eades took a seat along one of the table’s longer sides. He pressed a spot on the table to summon the pub’s waitstaff. “How remarkable,” he said, looking again from one end of the table to the other. “Rather like sitting down to sup with a mongoose and a cobra.”
“And which do you name me, Eades?” Dansby asked, never taking his eyes from Alexis.
“The snake,” Alexis said without thinking.
Dansby smiled. “Yes, I suppose you are the cute, cuddly one.”
Alexis flushed as a servant entered. Eades asked for wine to be served and a spare bottle left, then privacy. She resisted the impulse to grasp her glass and drain it immediately in an attempt to settle her nerves as Dansby continued to stare at her.
“Perhaps, Mister Dansby,” she said, “but with teeth still, I’ll trust you to remember.”
“Children,” Eades chided as the servant left. He tucked his nose into his glass and inhaled deeply. “Your natural and understandable animosity aside, please, do attempt to behave in a civilized manner, will you?”
“‘Natural and understandable’, Mister Eades?” Alexis asked. It sounded like Eades had expected her and Dansby to dislike each other, which begged the question why he’d introduce them in the first place.
“Of course, Miss Carew. What else would one expect of a Naval officer and a pirate?”
“I prefer entrepreneur, Eades,” Dansby said. “And that particular enterprise was long ago, in any case. A bit gauche for me these days.”
Alexis looked at Eades in surprise. The Foreign Office had dealings with pirates? Even former pirates? Though at least now she understood her dislike for Dansby. She thought of the pirates she’d encountered aboard Merlin. The image of a merchant spacer’s crew, bodies stacked like cordwood came to mind.
“Well you shall both set aside your differences,” Eades said, “as Her Majesty has need of your services.”
“I’ve long since paid that debt, Eades,” Dansby said. “I’m a respectable man of business these days.”
“I rather doubt that debt is paid, Mister Dansby,” Alexis said, “as I see no noose about your neck.”
“Her Majesty’s Government found other, more important, uses for me, Miss Carew. The debt was paid long ago.” He turned his gaze to Eades. “In full and more, as I recall.”
Eades cleared his throat. “Attend to me, children, and stop your bickering.” He pulled out his tablet and set it on the table. “Her Majesty has some additional requirements of you, Dansby.”
“Then tell me what it is and we’ll discuss my fee,” Dansby said. He sat back in his chair and smiled. “I’ve a full pardon for all that went before.”
“Yes,” Eades said. He smiled thinly. “All that went before — and though piracy may no longer be in it, there are still, shall we say, undertakings of a less than strictly legal nature.” He scanned his tablet. “Celeste, currently bound for Fieldbank. Maria, for Springdell. Katherine, for Northby.” As Eades spoke, Alexis saw Dansby’s eyes narrow and he sat forward again. “Should I continue, Mister Dansby? And should those ships, perhaps, be visited by a Naval inspection, rather than local customs officers?”
Dansby echoed Eades’ smile. “I am, of course, entirely at the service of Her Majesty and Her Government.”
“Indeed,” Eades said.
Dansby drained his glass. “So what is this business?” he asked.
“We simply wish you to transport Miss Carew to a certain place and return her safely here.”
“Where?”
“First your assurances that you understand this is not to be spoken of at all. This task will, I’m afraid, be bound by the Official Secrets Act.”
“Of course,” Dansby said, waving a hand. “Yes. It usually is, isn’t it? Where am I going?”
“Somewhere in Hanover.”
“I assumed that, Eades. They’re the only ones we’ve a war on with at the moment. Where in Hanover?”
Eades grimaced, looking uncomfortable.
“Unfortunately, that is information we do not have at this time. You are to use your own contacts to determine the whereabouts of a certain Hanoverese fleet, the Berry March fleet commanded by a Commodore Balestra. You will then put Carew in a position to make contact with certain officers of that fleet.”
Dansby laughed. “Oh, so I’m to just sail into Hanover and start asking about their fleet movements, am I? You’re mad.”
“That is the task required of you, Mister Dansby.”
“And you?” Dansby looked Alexis up and down. “I can play a smuggler easy enough. I bring a load of goods the Hanoverese want and they’ll welcome me. But you?” He snorted.
“Mister Eades and I have already discussed my role, sir,” Alexis said. She had her own doubts about the entire enterprise, but didn’t want to voice them. No matter if she agreed with Dansby that the risk was great, the thought of voicing agreement to the vile man irked her. “I shall be a lady from the Berry March who’s taken passage on your ship to find a brother serving with the fleet. C’est une ruse crédible, n’est ce pas?”
“No,” Dansby said. “No, it is not a believable ruse at all.” He nodded at Eades. “He come up with that?” He drained his glass. “No. No girl from the March would take passage on my ship with my crew. Lord, girl, you’d have to play at being the dimmest bulb in the bunch to
make that story stick. Any half-sensible girl would run screaming from my crew. No.” He frowned and rubbed a finger along his lips. “No, you’re not from the March at all. In fact, you’re my niece. A distant niece, mind you. And come aboard to learn the trade. That’ll explain your presence and allow me to keep watch over you.”
Alexis bristled. “I’ve no need of a watchman, Mister Dansby. I’m quite capable of taking care of myself.”
Dansby looked her over, an irritatingly smug grin on his face. “You haven’t met my lads yet, girl.”
Alexis met his gaze, attempting to display a calmness she didn’t truly feel. “Nor have they met me, sir.”
Eades shook his head. “Children!”
Alexis and Dansby looked at Eades, then back at each other, and Alexis felt a disturbing instance of kinship with the man. Not enough to offset her dislike, but she felt certain Dansby would join her in beating Eades senseless if she suggested it.
The enemy of my enemy is not my friend, but he might be willing to hold the bastard down while I kick him, and there’s something to be said for that.
Dansby raised an eyebrow, as though sensing her thoughts, and turned back to Eades.
“And the cost of this farce?” he asked. “Who’s to cover that?”
“Her Majesty will, of course, reimburse you for all proper expenses you incur.”
“Up front.”
Eades frowned. “Are you suggesting that Her Majesty is not, as your peers would put it, ‘good for it’?”
“Her Majesty I trust,” Dansby said. “Her Buggering Clerks who view the paperwork, I do not. Ten thousand pounds … up front and no accounting.”
Alexis gasped. Ten thousand pounds would buy an entire ship and more. Apparently Eades felt it was an outrageous demand as well.
“We wish to hire one of your ships, Mister Dansby, not purchase your entire fleet. Five hundred pounds and an accounting at the end.”
“Nine thousand. I’ve a crew to pay, as they won’t be able to go about their normal business.” He took a long drink of his wine. “And they’re not stupid. They’ll know this is some odd bit of doings and want more for it.”
“Are you suggesting they’re untrustworthy?” Alexis asked, becoming even more nervous about what Eades was getting her into.
Dansby laughed and even Eades grinned a bit.
“’Course they’re untrustworthy. That’s why I have to pay them.”
“Mister Dansby’s crews are pirates, smugglers, thieves, and murderers, for the most part, Miss Carew. Trust is not a factor.”
“Former,” Dansby said. “Well … for the most part.”
“Mister Eades,” Alexis said, “I find myself becoming a bit more concerned about this business. Surely there’s some other transport —”
Eades grunted. “We exaggerate, I assure you.” He reached over and patted her hand, making Alexis shiver. She began to feel a bit like a small rodent caught at dinner with a serpent and a crocodile, only wondering which of the two would make a meal of her first. “A bit of bargaining, no more.”
The two finally settled on a sum that Alexis still felt was ridiculously high, but Eades seemed satisfied with, and no accounting, which satisfied Dansby.
“Now we’ve settled that —” Eades pulled a bag from under the table and slid it toward Alexis. “— you’ll want to change into these.”
Alexis opened the bag and found the sort of ship’s jumpsuit she was quite used to, but this one worn, a sort of light brown color, and decidedly not Navy issue. She’d had doubts about this entire plan from the beginning and nothing she’d heard had eased her mind. She sighed. Whatever her feelings, though, she had her orders.
“Yes, I suppose I must.”
Chapter 21
Alexis followed Dansby down the station corridor. She felt very out of place without her uniform and fought the urge to stare at passersby who, she was sure, were carefully noting her. She’d spent over two years in the Service, wearing nothing but the Navy’s dark blue ship’s jumpsuit or her more elaborate dress uniforms, and everything about the jumpsuit Eades had provided seemed wrong. It was the wrong color, the wrong material, certainly the wrong fit, as her proper uniforms had been tailored to her small frame by a variety of hands aboard ship. Most distressing was how bare her head felt from the lack of the beret she’d worn every day for so long. Though she knew it wasn’t so, she was convinced that everyone aboard the station could tell at a glance that she belonged in different garb.
Dansby gestured at her impatiently.
“Hurry along now, Rikki. I haven’t got all day.”
Alexis bristled. “I should like to know where we’re going, before I blindly follow you, Mister Dansby.” She frowned. “And what do you mean by calling me that?”
“Rikki?” Dansby asked, as though surprised she didn’t understand. “Tavi? Kipling?” He sighed. “Did they teach you to read at all on your pig farm?”
Alexis started to retort, but Dansby cut her off.
“Oh, very well.” He stepped close to her and whispered. “Will you at least slouch a bit, Miss Carew? You walk as though you’ve a yardarm up your arse.”
Alexis glared at him, but let her shoulders fall a bit lower as they resumed walking. That only increased her self-consciousness, for it forced her to think about how she was walking, and surely any onlooker would be able to tell it wasn’t her natural gait.
I must get better at this before we reach Hanover.
Dansby glanced over at her and shook his head. “Something between a Queen’s Officer and a chimpanzee if you can at all manage it?”
She bit back a retort but straightened her back. They walked along and Dansby led her down several levels until she noticed that it was he who now looked out of place. Her bearing might not be as casual as that of those around her, but at least the low quality of her jumpsuit fit in better. Dansby, in his tailored suit and clearly expensive grooming, was drawing speculative looks from those around them — looks that Alexis noticed quickly turned away when Dansby met them with his own glare.
Out of place or not, they see him as a danger.
“Perhaps, Mister Dansby,” Alexis said, “as we’re to play these parts, it were best if we decided upon what we’re to call each other?” She set her feet and glared at him. “And it shan’t be this ‘Rikki’, or what have you.”
Dansby grimaced. “Oh, very well, yes, the parts,” he said. “In truth, I find it a silly bit of business, but you’re too young — and look younger — for me to have any other reason to have you aboard my ship.”
“That is not a part I believe I would willingly play in any case, Mister Dansby,” Alexis said.
Dansby cast her a sidelong glance. “Meant you’re not old enough to be someone I’d hire aboard,” he said. “Not old enough to have made any reputation to speak of that would warrant it.”
Alexis flushed. “I see.”
His eyes moved over her. “‘Course it’s a long trip,” he said, “and if you were to get lonely …”
Alexis ground her teeth for a moment. “If you were the last man alive, Mister Dansby, we might, perhaps, discuss which species should best replace humanity … but no more, I assure you.”
Dansby laughed. “Perhaps the snakes, Carew?” He paused. “But you’re right, really. ‘Uncle’, I suppose, is best for you to call me, but for you … is there some endearment your family uses?”
Alexis felt her gorge rise at the thought of Dansby using any endearment at all, much less one her grandfather might have called her. “You may use my given name … uncle. And no more. We are not close relations, after all, and the charade is that we’ve only recently met, yes?”
“Very well. Alexis it will be then.”
Alexis shuddered. Even that allowance was far more familiar than she wished to be with Avrel Dansby.
Dansby stopped them at a disreputable-looking chandlery and motioned for her to enter. It had none of the order and organization she’d grown accustomed to in chandleri
es catering to Naval ships. Dark and dirty, with samples scattered everywhere and little order that she could see. Dust rose from the shelves as they passed and tickled her nose.
They were met by an abrupt, “What do y’want?” from the proprietor as they entered.
“To take my money elsewhere, if that’s how I’m to be greeted, you surly sot!” Dansby yelled.
Alexis looked at him in shock, as did the chandler. There was a long pause, then the chandler cocked his head to one side.
“Dansby?” he asked. He smiled widely and hurried out from behind his counter to embrace Dansby. “Damned if it ain’t! Good lord, man, look at ya! Y’do clean up proper nice!”
Alexis waited, prepared for Dansby to introduce her, but the two men simply continued chatting. She moved on to browse the items for sale. She would have to, effectively, outfit herself from scratch, as none of her Naval gear would be appropriate — even the underthings she’d kept on after changing into the jumpsuit Eades had given her would have to go, she realized. They were clearly Navy issue and would certainly raise the suspicions of a smuggler’s crew if seen. At least this chandlery, as it catered to civilian crews, had … How was it the Navy chandler, Doakes, described it when I was going aboard Merlin? ‘Items of a feminine nature.’ She would even need a new vacsuit. Sizes, though …
“Excuse me,” she called. “Uncle?”
Dansby paused his conversation and smiled. “Yes, dear niece?”
Alexis inhaled deeply and stopped her first response before smiling as sweetly as she was able. “Would you please ask your friend, to whom you’ve failed to introduce me, if he might have any smaller sizes in the back?”
Both the chandler and Dansby looked at her oddly. “Those’re the ready-mades, miss,” the chandler said. “For spacers in a grand hurry, you might say. Just pick out what y’like an’ it’ll be made up for your size.” He turned back to Dansby. “Bit provincial, is she?”
“Colonial, even,” Dansby said, grinning. “Likely expects a needle and thread to be involved.”
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