csf.thecommodore-第32部分
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pistol in Braun's waistband … the fierce intensity of Braun's expression … that gallery up there。 He could fit the pieces of the puzzle together if only he were left undistracted for a moment。
〃The Prince of Sweden will make his entry with His Imperial Majesty；〃 the Countess was saying。
The Prince of Sweden！ Bernadotte； the initiator of a new dynasty； the supplanter of Gustavus； for whom Braun had risked life and fortune。 Alexander had conquered Finland； Bernadotte had abandoned it to him。 The two men whom Braun had most reason to hate in the whole world were probably Alexander and Bernadotte。 And Braun was armed with a double…barrelled pistol； a rifled pistol with percussion caps that never missed fire and which carried true for fifty yards。 Hornblower swept the gallery with his eyes。 There he was； at the far end； standing unobtrusively between two pillars。 Something must be done at once。 The Grand Marshal was chattering affably with a couple of courtiers； and Hornblower turned to him； abandoning the Countess and breaking rudely into the conversation with the only excuse that he could think of。
〃Impossible！〃 said the Grand Marshal； glancing at the clock。 〃His Imperial Majesty and His Royal Highness enter in three and a half minutes。〃
〃I'm sorry；〃 said Hornblower。 〃I regret it deeply； but I must … it is absolutely necessary … it is urgent …〃
Hornblower fairly danced with anxiety； and the gesture reinforced the argument he had already advanced。 The Grand Marshal stood weighing the relative undesirability of interrupting a Court ceremony and offending someone who； as the recent interview showed； might have the ear of the Tsar。
〃Go out through that door； then； sir；〃 he said reluctantly at length； pointing； 〃and please； sir； e back without calling attention to yourself。〃
Hornblower fled； sidling rapidly but as unobtrusively as possible through the groups of people to the door； he slipped through it and glanced round desperately。 The broad staircase to the left must lead up to the gallery。 He grasped the scabbard of his sword to keep it from tripping him up and ran up the stairs two at a time； the one or two footmen whom he passed hardly spared him a glance。 The gallery was crowded； although the dresses were not as beautiful nor the uniforms as brilliant。 Hornblower hurried along towards the end where he had seen Braun； he took long strides while doing his best to look like a nonchalant stroller。 Mound caught his eye … Hornblower could not spare the time to say anything； dared not risk saying a word； but he put all the meaning into his glance that he could； hoping that Mound would follow him。 Down below he heard the sound of doors being thrown open； and the babble of conversation stopped abruptly。 A loud harsh voice announced； 〃L'Empéreur！ L'Impératrice！ Le Prince Royal de Suède！〃
Braun stood there between the two pillars； glancing down。 His hand was at his waist； he was drawing the pistol。 There was only one silent way to stop him。 Hornblower whipped out his sword … the hundred…guinea gold…hilted sword； the gift of the Patriotic Fund； with an edge like a razor … and he slashed at the wrist of the hand that held the pistol。 With the tendons severed the fingers opened nervelessly and the pistol fell heavily on the carpeted floor while Braun turned in gaping surprise； looking first at the blood spouting from his wrist and then at Hornblower's face。 Hornblower put the point of the blade at his breast； he could lunge and kill him on the instant； and every line in his expression must have attested the genuineness of his determination to do so if necessary； for Braun uttered no sound； made no movement。 Somebody loomed up at Hornblower's shoulder； it was Mound； thank God。
〃Look after him；〃 whispered Hornblower。 〃Tie that wrist up！ Get him out of here somehow。〃
He glanced over the railing。 A little crowd of royalty was advancing through the huge doors opposite and below him … Alexander in his light…blue uniform； a tall swarthy man with a huge nose who must be Bernadotte； a number of women； two with crowns who must be the Empress and Empress…Mother； and the rest in plumes。 Braun would have had the easiest shot heart could desire。 All round the vast room the Court was making obeisance； the men bowing low and the women curtseying； as Hornblower looked they rose all together； plumes and uniforms like a breaking wave of flowers。 Hornblower tore his eyes from the spectacle； sheathed his sword； and picked up the pistol from the floor； stuffing it down into his waistband。 Mound； his eternal nonchalance replaced by swift catlike movements； had his long arms round Braun； who was leaning against him。 Hornblower snatched out his handkerchief and put it in Mound's hand； but there was not time to do more。 He turned away and hastened back along the gallery。 The lesser courtiers up here had straightened up from their bows and their curtseys and were beginning to look around them again and resume their conversation。 It was lucky that at the moment of crisis they had had no eyes or ears for anything save the royal party。 Hurst and Somers were about to start talking to the women again when Hornblower caught their eyes。
〃Go back there to Mound；〃 he said。 〃He needs your help。〃 Then he walked quickly down the stairs again； found the door into the audience hall； and pushed past the footman on guard there。 A glance showed him the position of the group he had left； and he sidled round to it and took up his position at the Countess's side。 The royal party was making the circle of the room； making the usual conventional remarks to distinguished individuals； and it was only a matter of a few minutes before they reached Hornblower。 The Grand Marshal presented him； and Hornblower； his head swimming with his recent excitement so that he felt as if he was in a nightmare； bowed to each crowned head in turn and to Bernadotte。
〃It is a pleasure to meet modore Hornblower；〃 said Alexander pleasantly。 〃We have all of us heard of his exploits。〃
〃Your Majesty is too kind；〃 gulped Hornblower。
Then the royal group passed on； and Hornblower turned to meet the Countess's glance again。 The fact that the Tsar had addressed a few words to him personally evidently confirmed her suspicions that he was a man of potential influence； and there was a considering look in her eyes。
〃Will you be making a long stay in Russia？〃 she asked。
It was very hard； during this period of intense reaction； to keep his mind on anything。 All he wanted to do was to sit down and rest quietly。 He flogged his mind into making a polite rejoinder； and when the men of the party began to ply him with questions about the British Navy and about maritime affairs in general he tried to answer sensibly； but it was a forlorn hope。
Footmen were rolling in long buffet tables； glittering with gold and silver； Hornblower forced himself to watch keenly； so as to mit no breach of etiquette。 To one side the royal party had taken their seats。 Empresses and Tsar in armchairs and the princes and princesses in upright chairs； and everyone had to be careful always to face in that direction so as not to mit the heinous crime of letting royalty see a human back。 People were beginning to take food from the buffets； and； try as he would； Hornblower could see no sign at all of any attention to precedence。 But there was the Persian Ambassador munching something from a gold plate； so that he was justified in making a move in the same direction。 Yet all the same this was the most curious dinner he had ever attended； with everyone standing up except royalty： and royalty； he could see； were eating nothing at all。
〃May I offer you my arm； Countess？〃 he said； as the group began to drift towards a buffet。
The courtiers by dint of long practice had seemingly mastered the art of eating while standing up and while holding their hats under their arms； but it was not easy。 His dangling sword was liable to trip him； too； and that infernal pistol in his waistband was digging unfortably into his side。 The footmen serving at the buffets understood no French； and the Countess came to Hornblower's rescue with an order。
〃That is caviare；〃 she explained to him； 〃and this is vodka； the drink of the people；
