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rrest and awaiting probable trial and possible execution； and he remembered with longing his petty troubles at Smallbridge； he smiled at himself when he recalled that his heaviest burden there had been to receive a deputation of wele from the village。 He thought of Barbara's ready sympathy； of the intense pleasure he had known when it first dawned upon him that Richard loved him； and enjoyed and looked forward to his pany。 Here he had to be content with Bush's unthinking loyalty and the precarious admiration of the young officers。
Recalling himself to reality； he forced himself to remember with what a bubble of excitement he had received his orders back to active service； the light heart with which he had left his child； the feeling of … there was no blinking the matter … emancipation with which he had parted from his wife。 The prospect of once more being entirely his own master； of not having to defer to Barbara's wishes； of not being dismoded by Richard's teeth； had seemed most attractive then。 And here he was plaining to himself about the burden of responsibility； when responsibility was the inevitable price one had to pay for independence； irresponsibility was something which； in the very nature of things； could not co…exist with independence。 This was all very well and logical； but there was no blinking the fact that he wished he were home； he could conjure up in imagination so vividly the touch of Barbara's hand on his own that it was an acute disappointment to realize that it was only in imagination。 He wanted to have Richard on his knee again； shrieking with laughter over the colossal joke of having his nose pinched。 And he did not want to imperil his reputation； his liberty； and his life in bined operations with these unpredictable Russians in a God…forsaken corner of the world like Riga。 Yet then and there … his interest rousing itself spontaneously … he decided that he had better go below and re…read the Sailing Directions for Riga； and a close study of the chart of Riga Bay might be desirable； too。
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The Northern Continental summer had e speedily； as ever。 Last week at Pillau there had still been a decided touch of winter in the air。 To…day； with Riga just over the horizon； it was full summer。 This blazing heat would have done credit to the doldrums were it not for an invigorating quality which the tropics never knew。 A brassy sun shone down from a cloudless sky； although there was just enough mist to leave the distant horizon undefined。 There was a gentle two…knot breeze blowing from the south…west； just enough wind to give Nonsuch bare steerage…way with all her canvas set； studding…sails on both sides to the royals。 The squadron was making the best speed it could； with Lotus hull…down on the starboard bow； Raven close astern； and the two bomb…ketches trailing far behind； even the clumsy Nonsuch could outsail them in the prevailing conditions。
Everything was very peaceful。 Forward a party of seamen under the sailmaker's supervision were overhauling a mainsail for repair。 In the waist another party was dragging a 'bear' up and down the deck … a huge coir mat weighted down with sand which could scrub the planking more effectively than holystones could do。 On the quarter…deck the sailing…master was holding a class in navigation； his mates and the midshipmen standing round him in a semicircle； their sextants in their hands。 Hornblower walked near enough to hear one of the midshipmen； a mere child whose voice had not broken； piping up a reply to the question just shot at him。
〃The parallax of an object is measured by an arc of a vertical circle intercepted between a line extended from the centre of the earth and a line … and a line … a line …〃
The midshipman suddenly became conscious of the awful proximity of the modore。 His voice quavered and died away。 So far he had been quoting Node's Epitome of Navigation with word…perfect exactitude。 It was young Gerard； nephew of the second lieutenant of the Sutherland； whom Bush had taken into his ship for the sake of his uncle； still languishing in a French prison。 The sailing…master's brows drew together in a frown。
〃e； e； Mr Gerard；〃 he said。
Hornblower had a sudden mental picture of young Gerard bent over the breech of a gun while a lithe cane taught him at least the necessity of knowing Norie's Epitome by heart。 He intervened in hurried pity。
〃'Between a line extended from the centre of the earth'；〃 he said； over Gerard's shoulder； 〃'and a line extended from the eye of the observer； through the centre of the object。' Is that correct； Mr Tooth？〃
〃Quite correct； sir；〃 said the sailing…master。
〃I think Mr Gerard knew it all the time。 Didn't you； youngster？〃
〃Y … yes； sir。〃
〃I thought so。 I was just your age when I learned that same passage。〃
Hornblower resumed his walk； hoping that he had saved Gerard's skinny posterior from punishment。 A sudden scurrying by the midshipman of the watch to grab slate and pencil told him that one of the squadron was making a signal； and two minutes later the midshipman saluted him； message in hand。
〃Lotus to modore。 Land in sight bearing South。〃
That would be Pitraga Cape； the southern headland of the entrance to the Gulf of Riga。
〃Reply 'Heave to and await modore'；〃 said Hornblower。
If the weather were not so thick the island of Oesel ought to be just in sight to the northward from the masthead。 They were just passing the threshold of a new adventure。 Some seventy miles ahead； at the bottom of the gulf； lay Riga； presumably even now being assailed by the armies of Bonaparte。 With this mere pretence of a wind it would be a couple of days before he reached there。 The fact that they were entering Russian waters again was making not the least ripple on the placid surface of the ship's life。 Everything was progressing as before； yet Hornblower felt in his bones that many of the men now entering the Gulf of Riga would never e out from it； even if any should。 Even with this hot sun blazing down upon him； under this radiant sky； Hornblower felt a sudden chill of foreboding which it was hard to throw off。 He himself … it was curious to think that his dead body might be buried in Russia； of all places。
Someone … the Russians； or the Swedes； or the Finns … had buoyed effectively the channel that wound its way through the treacherous shallows of the Gulf of Finland。 Even though the squadron had to anchor for the night a slight freshening and veering of the wind enabled them to ascend the whole gulf by the evening of the next day。 They picked up a pilot at noon； a bearded individual who wore sea…boots and a heavy jacket even on this blazing day。 He proved to be an Englishman； Carker by name； who had not set eyes on his native land for twenty…four years。 He blinked at Hornblower like an owl when the latter began to fire questions at him regarding the progress of the war。 Yes； some cavalry patrols of French and Prussians had shown themselves advancing towards Riga。 The last news of the main campaign was of desperate fighting round Smolensk； and everyone was expecting Bonaparte to be beaten there。 The town was preparing itself for a siege； he believed … at least； there were plenty of soldiers there； when he had left in his cutter yesterday； and there had been proclamations calling on the people to fight to the last； but no one could imagine the French making a serious attack on the place。
Hornblower turned away from him impatiently in the end； as a typical example of the uninformed civilian； with no real knowledge of affairs or appreciation of the seriousness of the situation。 Livonia； having been for centuries the cockpit of northern Europe； had not seen an enemy during the last three generations； and had forgotten even the traditions of invasion。 Hornblower had no intention at all of taking his squadron into the Dwina River （queer names these Russians used！） if there was a chance of his retreat being cut off； and he stared out through his glass at the low green shore when it came in sight at last from the deck。 Almost right astern of the squadron the sun was lying on the horizon in a fiery bed of cloud； but there were two hours more of daylight left； and Nonsuch crept steadily closer
