Birds of Prey (37 page)

Hal was so delighted and relieved that he handed him his own ration and watched him drink it. By the following day, Daniel was able to sit up as much as his chains would allow.

‘Your surgery would have killed a dozen ordinary mortals,’ Sir Francis murmured, as he watched Big Daniel’s recovery with amazement, ‘but Daniel Fisher thrives upon
it.’

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n the ninth day of their voyage Sam Bowles opened the hatch and sang out cheerily, ‘Good news for you, gentlemen. Wind has played us false
these last fifty leagues. His lordship reckons it will be another five days before we round the Cape. So your pleasure cruise will last a little longer.’

Few had the strength or interest to rail at this dread news, but they reached up for the pewter water mug with frantic hands. When the daily ceremony of watering was done, this time Sam Bowles
altered the routine. Instead of slamming the hatch closed for another day, he stuck his head down and called, ‘Captain Courtney, sir, his lordship’s compliments, and if you have no
previous engagement, he would be obliged if you would take dinner with him.’ He scrambled down into the slave deck and, with two of his mates to help him, unscrewed Sir Francis’s
shackles from his wrists and ankles, and withdrew them from the ringbolts in the bulkhead.

Even once Sir Francis was free, it took all three men to lift him to his feet. He was so weak and cramped that he swayed and staggered like a drunkard as they helped him climb painfully through
the hatch. ‘Begging your pardon, Captain,’ Sam laughed in his face, ‘you ain’t exactly no bed of roses, you ain’t. I’ve smelt pig-sties and cesspools a sight
sweeter than you, that I have, Franky me lad.’

They dragged him up on deck, and stripped the stinking rags from his shrunken body. Then four seamen worked the handles of the deck pump while Sam turned the stream from the canvas hose full on
him. The
Gull
had entered the tail end of the cold green Benguela current that sweeps down the west coast of the continent. The jet of icy seawater from the hose almost knocked Sir Francis
from his feet, and he had to cling to the shrouds to keep his balance. Shivering and choking when Sam directed the hose full into his face, he was able yet to scrub most of the crusted filth from
his hair and body. It was of no concern to him that Katinka van de Velde leaned on the rail of the poop deck and scrutinized his nudity without the least indication of modesty.

Only when the hose was turned off and he was left to stand in the wind to dry off did Sir Francis have a chance to look about him and form some estimate of the
Gull
’s position and
condition. Although his emaciated body was blue with cold, he felt refreshed and strengthened by the dousing. His teeth chattered and his whole frame shuddered with involuntary spasms of cold as he
looked overside, and he folded his arms over his chest to try to warm himself. The African mainland lay ten leagues or so to the north, and he recognized the cliffs and crags of the point that
guarded the entrance to False Bay. They would have to weather that savage point before they could enter Table Bay on the far side of the peninsula.

The wind was almost dead calm, and the surface of the sea as slick as oil, with long, low swells rising and falling like the breathing of a sleeping monster. Sam Bowles was telling the truth:
unless the wind picked up it would be many more days before they rounded the Cape and dropped anchor in Table Bay. He wondered how many more of his men would follow Timothy before they were
released from the confines of the slave deck.

Sam Bowles threw a few pieces of threadbare but clean clothing on the deck at his feet. ‘His lordship is expecting you. Don’t keep him waiting now.’

‘Franky!’ Cumbrae rose to greet him as he stooped through the doorway into the
Gull
’s stern cabin. ‘I am so pleased to see that you look none the worse for your
little sojourn below decks.’ Before Sir Francis could avoid it, Cumbrae seized him in a bear-hug. ‘I must apologize deeply for your treatment but it was at the insistence of the Dutch
Governor and his wife. I would never have treated a brother Knight in such a scurvy fashion.’

While he spoke the Buzzard ran his great hands quickly down Sir Francis’s body, checking for a concealed knife or other weapon, then pushed him into the largest and most comfortable chair
in the cabin.

‘A glass of wine, my dear old friend?’ He poured it with his own hand, then gestured for his steward to place a bowl of stew in front of Sir Francis. Though saliva flooded into his
mouth at the aroma of the first hot food he had been offered in almost two weeks, Sir Francis made no move to touch the glass or the spoon beside the bowl of stew.

Cumbrae noticed his refusal and, although he raised one bushy ginger eyebrow, he did not urge him but seized his own spoon and slurped up a mouthful from his own bowl. He chewed with all the
sounds of appetite and approval, then washed it down with a hearty swallow from his wine glass, and wiped his red whiskers with the back of his hand. ‘No, Franky, left to my own choice I
would never have treated you so shabbily. You and I have had our differences in the past, but it has always been in the spirit of gentlemanly sport and competition, has it not?’

‘Such sport as firing your broadside into my camp without warning?’ Sir Francis asked.

‘Now, let us not waste time in idle recrimination.’ The Buzzard waved away the remark. ‘That would never have been necessary if only you had agreed to share the booty from the
galleon with me. What I really mean was that you and I understand each other. At heart we are brothers.’

‘I think that I understand you.’ Sir Francis nodded.

‘Then you will know that what gives you pain, pains me even more. I have suffered every minute of your incarceration with you.’

‘I hate to see you suffer, my lord, so why not release me and my men?’

‘That is my fervent wish and intention, I assure you. However, there remains one small impediment that prevents me doing so. I need from you a sign that my warm feelings towards you are
reciprocated. I am still deeply hurt that you would not share with me, your old friend, what was rightly mine in the terms of our agreement.’

‘I am certain that the Dutch have given you the share you lacked before. In fact I saw you loading what seemed to me a generous portion of the spice aboard this very ship. I wonder what
the Lord High Admiral of England will make of such traffic with the enemy.’

‘A few barrels of spice – barely worth the breath to mention it.’ Cumbrae smiled. ‘But there ain’t nothing like silver and gold to rouse my fraternal instincts.
Come, now, Franky, we have wasted enough time in the pleasantries. You and I know that you have the bullion from the galleon cached somewhere close by your encampment on Elephant Lagoon. I know I
will find it if I search long enough, but by then you will be dead, sent messily on your way by the executioner at Good Hope.’

Sir Francis smiled and shook his head. ‘I have cached no treasure. Search if you will, but there is nothing for you to find.’

‘Think on it, Franky. You know what the Dutch did to the English merchants they captured on the isle of Bali? They crucified them and burnt off their hands and feet with sulphur flares. I
want to save you from that.’

‘If you have nothing further to discuss, I will return to my crew.’ Sir Francis stood up. His legs were stronger now.

‘Sit down!’ the Buzzard snapped. ‘Tell me where you hid it, man, and I will put you and your men ashore with no further harm done, I swear it on my honour.’ Cumbrae
wheedled and blustered for another hour. Then at last he sighed. ‘You drive a hard bargain, Franky. I tell you what I’ll do for you. I would do it for no one else, but I love you like a
brother. If you take me back and lead me to the booty, I’ll share it with you. Fifty-fifty, right down the middle. Now I can’t be more fair than that, can I?’

Sir Francis met even this offer with a calm, detached smile, and Cumbrae could hide his fury no longer. He slapped the table so viciously with the palm of his hand, that the glasses overturned
and the wine sprayed across the cabin. He bellowed furiously for Sam Bowles. ‘Take this arrogant bastard away, and chain him up again.’ As Sir Francis left the cabin he shouted after
him, ‘I will find where you hid it, Franky, I swear it to you. I know more than you think. Just as soon as I have seen you topped on the Parade at Good Hope, I will be going back to the
lagoon, and I won’t leave until I find it.’

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ne more of Sir Francis’s seamen died in his chains before they anchored off the foreshore in Table Bay. The others were so stiff and weak
that they were forced to crawl like animals up the ladder to the upper deck. They huddled there, their ragged clothing crusted with their own filth, gazing around them, blinking and trying to
shield their eyes from the brilliant morning sunshine.

Hal had never been this close inshore of Good Hope. On the outward leg of their cruise, at the beginning of the war, they had stood well off and looked into the bay from a great distance.
However, that brief glimpse had not prepared him for the splendour of this seascape, where the royal blue of the Atlantic, flecked with wind spume, washed up on beaches so dazzling they hurt his
weakened eyes.

The fabled flat-topped mountain seemed to fill most of the blue African sky, a great cliff of yellow rock slashed by deep ravines choked with dense green forest. The top of the mountain was so
geometrically level, and its proportions so pleasing, that it seemed to have been designed by a celestial architect. Over the top of this immense tableland spilled a standing wave of shimmering
cloud, frothy as milk boiling over the rim of a pot. This silver cascade never reached the lower slopes of the mountain, but as it fell it evaporated in mid-flight with a magical suddenness,
leaving the lower slopes resplendent in their cloaking of verdant natural forest.

The grandeur dwarfed and rendered inconsequential the buildings that spread like an irritating rash along the shore above the snowy beach, from which a fleet of small boats put out to meet the
Gull
as soon as she dropped her anchor.

Governor van de Velde refused to climb down the ladder, and was hoisted from the deck, swung outboard in a boatswain’s chair, all the while shouting nervous instructions at the men on the
ropes. ‘Careful now, you clumsy oafs! Drop me and I will have the skin thrashed off your backs.’

He was lowered into the longboat at the
Gull
’s side, in which his wife already waited. Assisted by Colonel Cornelius Schreuder, her descent had been considerably more graceful than
her husband’s.

They were rowed to the foreshore, where five strong slaves lifted the new Governor from the boat that danced in the shore break of white foam at the edge of the beach. They waded ashore with him
and deposited him on the sand.

As the Governor’s feet touched African soil the first cannon shot of a salute of fourteen rang out. A long plume of silver gunsmoke shot from the embrasure on the top of the southern
redoubt, and the thunderous report so startled the new representative of the Company that he leapt a foot in the air and almost lost his plumed hat to the sou’-easter.

Governor Kleinhans, overjoyed that his successor in office had at last arrived, was at the foreshore to meet him. The garrison commander, equally anxious to hand over to Colonel Schreuder and
shake from his feet the rank African dust, was on the ramparts of the fortress, his telescope focused on the arriving dignitaries.

The state carriage was waiting above the beach, six beautiful greys in the traces. Governor Kleinhans dismounted from it to greet the new arrivals, clutching his hat in the wind. An honour guard
from the garrison was drawn up around the carriage. Gathered along the waterfront were several hundred men, women and children. Every resident of the settlement who could walk or crawl had turned
out to welcome Governor van de Velde as he struggled through the loose sand.

When at last he reached firm footing and had gathered his breath and dignity he accepted Governor Kleinhans’ welcome. They shook hands to cheering and applause from the Company officials,
free burghers and slaves gathered to watch. The military escort presented their arms, and the band launched into a spirited patriotic air. The music ended with a clash of cymbals and a roll of
kettle drums. The two Governors spontaneously embraced each other, Kleinhans delighted to be free to return to Amsterdam, and van de Velde overjoyed at having escaped death by storm and piracy and
to have Dutch soil under his feet once more.

While Sam Bowles and his mates were removing the corpses from the slave chains and tossing them overboard, Hal squatted in the rank of captives and watched from afar as Katinka was ushered into
the carriage by Governor Kleinhans on one arm and Colonel Schreuder on the other.

He felt his heart tear with love for her, and he whispered to Daniel and Aboli, ‘Is she not the most beautiful lady in the world? She will use her influence for us. Now that her husband
has full powers, she will persuade him to treat us justly.’ Neither of the two big men replied, but they exchanged a glance. Daniel grinned with broken teeth and Aboli rolled his eyes.

Once Katinka was settled on the leather seats, they boosted her husband aboard. The carriage swayed and rocked under his weight. As soon as he was safely installed beside his wife, the band
struck up a lively march and the escort shouldered their muskets and stepped out, a stirring sight in their white cross belts and green jackets. The procession streamed across the open parade
ground towards the fort, with the crowds running ahead of the carriage and lining both sides of the route.

‘Farewell, gentlemen. It has been a pleasure and a privilege to have you aboard.’ The Buzzard touched the brim of his hat in an ironic salute as Sir Francis shambled across the deck
dragging his chains, and led the file of his crew down the ladder into the boat moored alongside. So many men in chains made a heavy load for it in this condition of swell. They were left with only
a few inches of freeboard as they pushed off from the
Gull
’s side.