"What on earth would I do with French coins?"

"Buy things with them," said Roger, "in France."

"We are at war with France!"

"It has been a very slow war of late-one battle of consequence in the last two years."

"Still-why should I go there?"

"It happens to be on the way to Germany, which is where Leibniz was, the last time anyone bothered to check."

"It would be more prudent to avoid avoid France." France."

"But ever so much more convenient to go there direct-for that is where your jacht jacht happens to be bound." happens to be bound."

"I have a jacht jacht now, too?" now, too?"

"Behold!" proclaimed the Marquis of Ravenscar. Daniel was obliged to swivel his head around and gaze downstream. They had, by this time, drifted past the Steelyard and were converging on the Old Swan Stairs, just above London Bridge. On the yonder side of the Bridge spread the Pool, which contained above a thousand ships.

"I haven't the faintest idea what it is you want me to behold," Daniel complained. "The Fishmongers?" For that was the closest thing along the azimuth that Roger was now forcibly indicating with bladelike thrusts of the hand.

"Oh, b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l," said Roger, "she is at Tower Wharf, you cannot see her from here, let us go and pay her a visit." And he alighted from the boat and stomped away up Old Swan Stairs without giving any money to, or even glancing back at, the waterman; who, however, seemed perfectly content. Roger must have an Understanding with him, as he seemed to with all London, a few Jacobites excepted.

FROM THE O OLD S SWAN, where they bated to warm themselves with pints, they could have walked half a mile along Thames Street and then applied themselves to the lengthy and complicated work of burrowing through the Tower's gates, bastions, causeways, and the micro-neighborhoods that had grown up around, and occluded, the same, as vegetation on infected heart-valves. But Roger was of a mind to see a thing on the river side, and so they walked only far enough to get round the end of the Bridge, then descended the terraced rectilinear cove of Lion Stairs, below the barnlike ma.s.s of the Church of St. Magnus Martyr, which Wren had rebuilt, but not got round to putting a tower or a steeple on yet. Another waterman consented to take them downriver from there. Swinging wide round the riotous congestion of Billingsgate and the broad Key before the Customs House, they pounced upon Tower Wharf. For the most part this presented itself to them as a quarter-mile-long wall jumping straight out of the river. But it was adorned here and there with cranes, guns, a wee crenellated castle, and other curios. Two stairs and one arched tunnel were cut into it, and the waterman kept guessing Roger would go to one of those; but the Marquis of Ravenscar kept exhorting him on, on to the downstream end, where two brigs and a ship had been made fast to the wharf. Daniel instinctively looked at the smaller and meaner vessels, until he recollected that he was in the company of Roger; then he had eyes only for what was high and gaudy. They were looking up at the bows of the three-master. Its figurehead was extraordinary. Not only because it was covered in many square yards of gold leaf-that was common enough-but because of its sculpture. It was a face carved into the front of a bulbous golden sphere that seemed to be hurtling forth with utmost impetuosity, drawing behind it a vast swirling wake of golden, silver, and copper flames. It was, Daniel realized, an anthropomorphic phant'sy of a Comet or a great fiery- where they bated to warm themselves with pints, they could have walked half a mile along Thames Street and then applied themselves to the lengthy and complicated work of burrowing through the Tower's gates, bastions, causeways, and the micro-neighborhoods that had grown up around, and occluded, the same, as vegetation on infected heart-valves. But Roger was of a mind to see a thing on the river side, and so they walked only far enough to get round the end of the Bridge, then descended the terraced rectilinear cove of Lion Stairs, below the barnlike ma.s.s of the Church of St. Magnus Martyr, which Wren had rebuilt, but not got round to putting a tower or a steeple on yet. Another waterman consented to take them downriver from there. Swinging wide round the riotous congestion of Billingsgate and the broad Key before the Customs House, they pounced upon Tower Wharf. For the most part this presented itself to them as a quarter-mile-long wall jumping straight out of the river. But it was adorned here and there with cranes, guns, a wee crenellated castle, and other curios. Two stairs and one arched tunnel were cut into it, and the waterman kept guessing Roger would go to one of those; but the Marquis of Ravenscar kept exhorting him on, on to the downstream end, where two brigs and a ship had been made fast to the wharf. Daniel instinctively looked at the smaller and meaner vessels, until he recollected that he was in the company of Roger; then he had eyes only for what was high and gaudy. They were looking up at the bows of the three-master. Its figurehead was extraordinary. Not only because it was covered in many square yards of gold leaf-that was common enough-but because of its sculpture. It was a face carved into the front of a bulbous golden sphere that seemed to be hurtling forth with utmost impetuosity, drawing behind it a vast swirling wake of golden, silver, and copper flames. It was, Daniel realized, an anthropomorphic phant'sy of a Comet or a great fiery- "Meteor!" Roger announced. "Or Meteore, Meteore, as her former owner, Monsieur le duc d'Arcachon, would have it." Then, to the waterman, "Take us up and down the length of her, and then, when Dr. Waterhouse has finished his inspection, we shall board her by yonder ladder. Daniel, I do hope you are in the mood for some ladder-climbing." as her former owner, Monsieur le duc d'Arcachon, would have it." Then, to the waterman, "Take us up and down the length of her, and then, when Dr. Waterhouse has finished his inspection, we shall board her by yonder ladder. Daniel, I do hope you are in the mood for some ladder-climbing."

"I'd climb a rope rope to see this," Daniel returned. to see this," Daniel returned.

"Mmm...any sane sane man, given a choice between scaling a rope, and going to France on a Duke's man, given a choice between scaling a rope, and going to France on a Duke's jacht jacht, would choose the latter latter...so I shall take your remark as a commitment to be in Dunkirk in three days' time," said Roger.

EARLIER IN HIS LIFE D DANIEL would have counted the guns of would have counted the guns of Meteore, Meteore, but as it was he had eyes mostly for the woodcarving and the decoration. The shipwrights had made it appear that but as it was he had eyes mostly for the woodcarving and the decoration. The shipwrights had made it appear that Meteore Meteore was draped and festooned from stem to stern with garlands of golden laurel. Victory spread her wings across the breadth of the sterncastle, and drew all those wreaths and festoons together in one hand like so many reins, while brandishing a sword in the other. Above the spreading wings was a row of windows. "Your cabin," Roger explained, "where refreshment awaits us." was draped and festooned from stem to stern with garlands of golden laurel. Victory spread her wings across the breadth of the sterncastle, and drew all those wreaths and festoons together in one hand like so many reins, while brandishing a sword in the other. Above the spreading wings was a row of windows. "Your cabin," Roger explained, "where refreshment awaits us."

They dined there on a roast quail prepared in Meteore' Meteore's galley, "which had to be gutted and re-built," Roger said, "to remove the taint; for the late Duke had tastes abominable even to the French." The azure tablecloth was embroidered with gold fleurs-de-lis; Daniel suspected it might have been a flag once.

"Is this ship yours yours now, then, Roger?" now, then, Roger?"

"Please do not be vulgar by speaking of ownership, ownership, Daniel; as everyone knows, she was taken as a prize from Cherbourg the Daniel; as everyone knows, she was taken as a prize from Cherbourg the last last time the Frogs got ready to invade us, and became a trifle for the King to dispose of as he wished; he had thoughts of bestowing her upon his Queen, and so had her repaired-" time the Frogs got ready to invade us, and became a trifle for the King to dispose of as he wished; he had thoughts of bestowing her upon his Queen, and so had her repaired-"

"What, the Queen?"

"The ship ship. But when smallpox took her from this world-the Queen, that is, not the ship-Meteore became a useless bauble, scarcely worth the upkeep-" became a useless bauble, scarcely worth the upkeep-"

"You got this ship for free for free!?"

"d.a.m.n all Puritans and their base obsession with how much it costs!" Roger bellowed, shaking a tiny drumstick at Daniel's brow as if it were the club of Hercules. "What matters matters is that the sentimental value of is that the sentimental value of Meteore Meteore to the de Lavardac family is very great. And who should be in Dunkirk just now but Eliza de Lavardac." Roger lost focus for some moments. "I hope it is not all true, what people say about her and the pox." to the de Lavardac family is very great. And who should be in Dunkirk just now but Eliza de Lavardac." Roger lost focus for some moments. "I hope it is not all true, what people say about her and the pox."

Daniel had seen the only woman he'd ever loved chewed up and vomited out by smallpox, and urgently desired a change of subject. "I begin to understand. The Whigs are seen as the party of the Bank, and of War. The Bank is said to be foundering and the War has ground to a halt."

"Mind you," put in Roger with one more admonitory shake of the drumstick, "the Bank shall succeed immensely, and we shall prevail over the French, all in good time; but it would help us if we could avoid losing the next election to Harley and Bolingbroke and his lot." Meaning the Tories.

"And so you would make some peace-offering to the French. Eliza is seen as a sort of bridge between France and England. You would please her and her husband by returning Meteore Meteore. And you would like me to go along-?"

"Somewhat as you went to the Hague in the days before the Revolution," said Roger, "as the least likely imaginable diplomat."

"The more often I am sent on such missions the more likely I must seem," said Daniel, "but I shall go and deliver this boat to Eliza if that is what you want. From there it is on to Hanover."

"It is extraordinary you should mention Hanover," said Roger. "I have a message, too sensitive to commit to paper, that I should like you to deliver to our next Queen."

"Are you referring to Sophie of Hanover? You confuse me, for our next Queen is named Anne, and lives in England."

"Syphilitic like her sister and her dad," Roger mumbled, as if Princess Anne were only the most fleeting of distractions, "unlikely to have viable children-whereas Sophie was an unstoppable baby-maker in her day. Mark my words, if we can only suffer through to the end of these poxy, Popish Stuarts, we'll see Hanovers on the throne-and Hanovers are natural Whigs."

"How does that follow?"

"Hanovers are natural Whigs," Roger re-iterated. "Keep saying it to yourself, Daniel, an hundred times a day, until you believe it; and then say it to Sophie of Hanover as if you mean it."

"Well, do not look up, Roger, but I phant'sy that some natural Tories are spying on us from the Tower." Daniel c.o.c.ked his head at a side-window of the cabin, which offered a prospect over the Wharf and the fortifications above and beyond it.

"Really!?"

"Oh yes indeed."

"The curtain-wall or-"

"Farther in, I should say. Do keep in mind that the Tower's a bit crowded crowded with Tories today." with Tories today."

"I suppose it would would be," said Roger. "Well done, Daniel! Perhaps you be," said Roger. "Well done, Daniel! Perhaps you do do have some future, after all, as a scheming political hack." have some future, after all, as a scheming political hack."

"You forget I used to make my living as one. Excuse me, Roger, but the gastro-colic reflex is having its way with me, and I must to the head."

"In truth or-"

"No, for I am stopped up in the bowels these three days; it is a diversionary ruse. Is there a prospective-gla.s.s to be found in this place?"

"Indeed, a lovely one, in that drawer-no, to the left-now down-and down again. There you have it."

"To perfect the illusion, I'll need something in lieu of a t.u.r.d."

"Spotted d.i.c.k!" said Roger instantly, eyeing a brown log on a platter.

"I was thinking bangers," Daniel said, "but in English cuisine there are so many items of about the right size, shape, color and composition that it is easy to be overwhelmed by choices."

"In France, you'll find, there is greater variety in foods."

"So they keep saying." And Daniel, armed with a telescope in a hip-pocket and a length of Spotted d.i.c.k palmed in one hand, repaired to the head. In most ships this would have meant going all the way to the other end, and exposing his b.u.m to London; but this being a ship of ducal luxury, there was, attached to this stateroom, a wee compartment, tacked on to the exterior of the hull proper, with a bench, with a hole, and three fathoms of open air between that and the water. Above the bench was a Barock window to admit light and vent fumes. Daniel made himself comfortable, cracked the window, and rested the prospective-gla.s.s on its sill, poking it out under the hem of the curtain.

Salt Tower, which anch.o.r.ed the southeastern corner of the fortifications that Henry III had, four hundred and some years ago, put up around what was now called the Inner Ward, looked to have been troweled together out of shivers and bits of other towers that had fallen down or been blown up. It was squarish in some places, roundish in others. Chimneys poked out here and there. In other parts were crenels or parapets. Diverse windows had been let into it whenever a whim to do so had taken the stonemasons. Or so it looked, at the end of half a millennium's improvements. Probably there was some inerrant logic behind the placement of every brick. Several kings named Edward had later surrounded all the Inner Ward stuff with a lower curtain-wall sporting its own museum of towers and bastions. It was over the guns and through the crenellations of the latter that Daniel now aimed his prospective-gla.s.s, and drew a focus on the flat top of Salt Tower above and beyond them. Salt was one of several of the old Inner Ward towers that were used as cells for prisoners of n.o.ble rank. It seemed to Daniel sometimes that half the people he knew had, at some point in their lives, been locked up in one or the other of these Towers-including Daniel himself. And so what might have seemed an incomprehensible Masonick salvage-yard to a common Newgate sort of prisoner, was as familiar to Daniel as a kitchen to a cook. He rapidly picked out, and drew focus on, two periwigged figures. They were standing on the very spot where, almost thirty years ago, Daniel had stood with the imprisoned Olden-burg and watched shipments of French gold come up the river under cover of night to buy England's foreign policy. Now all was reversed: These two men were peering down at Meteore, Meteore, which was on its way to France as part of an altogether different sort of Transaction. One of the men wore a wig of flaming red; this had to be Charles White, whose natural hair was the same color. His companion had a dark wig, a three-cornered hat, and a moustache, and was more difficult to make out. Both of them, presumably, had been rounded up following the betrayal, exposure, and failure of the a.s.sa.s.sination plot; but that only narrowed it down to a population of several thousand Tories who wanted King William dead badly enough to go and kill him. Conspicuous to Daniel was the dark-wigged man's curiosity about all that met his eye. To stare and point was rated bad manners, and not done by n.o.bility, however these two chaps did nothing but. Charles White wanted chiefly to stare at which was on its way to France as part of an altogether different sort of Transaction. One of the men wore a wig of flaming red; this had to be Charles White, whose natural hair was the same color. His companion had a dark wig, a three-cornered hat, and a moustache, and was more difficult to make out. Both of them, presumably, had been rounded up following the betrayal, exposure, and failure of the a.s.sa.s.sination plot; but that only narrowed it down to a population of several thousand Tories who wanted King William dead badly enough to go and kill him. Conspicuous to Daniel was the dark-wigged man's curiosity about all that met his eye. To stare and point was rated bad manners, and not done by n.o.bility, however these two chaps did nothing but. Charles White wanted chiefly to stare at Meteore, Meteore, and Daniel gave him something to notice by dropping three lengths of Spotted d.i.c.k down the hole. But his companion had eyes for London, and would not leave off staring, pointing, and tugging at White's sleeve to ask questions about this or that. He seemed particularly interested in the new developments of wharves and warehouses that had grown up along the banks of the river, spreading downstream towards Rotherhithe, in the last decades. Charles White was obliged to hold forth at some length, and to point out a few specifics. But once the dark-haired man had sated his curiosity, and gotten used to these novelties, he turned his attention towards older parts of London, and began to talk more and listen less. Charles White began to ask and Daniel gave him something to notice by dropping three lengths of Spotted d.i.c.k down the hole. But his companion had eyes for London, and would not leave off staring, pointing, and tugging at White's sleeve to ask questions about this or that. He seemed particularly interested in the new developments of wharves and warehouses that had grown up along the banks of the river, spreading downstream towards Rotherhithe, in the last decades. Charles White was obliged to hold forth at some length, and to point out a few specifics. But once the dark-haired man had sated his curiosity, and gotten used to these novelties, he turned his attention towards older parts of London, and began to talk more and listen less. Charles White began to ask him him questions. He began to relate anecdotes, with evocative hand-gestures and (Daniel supposed) expert wench-mimicry, planting limp wrists on his hip-bones, or cradling chin in curled fingers to deliver excellent punch-lines that evoked gusty laughter from both men-laughter with questions. He began to relate anecdotes, with evocative hand-gestures and (Daniel supposed) expert wench-mimicry, planting limp wrists on his hip-bones, or cradling chin in curled fingers to deliver excellent punch-lines that evoked gusty laughter from both men-laughter with recoil recoil, as both leaned back at the pelvis and exposed gleaming sweeps of teeth-like a pair of vipers rearing back to strike at each other. The dark man's teeth were recognizable even at this distance as having been made of the finest African elephant-ivory. Daniel, a free man, was intimidated by these prisoners, and stared at them raptly, like a hunter in a blind.

Dunkirk MARCH 1696.

IT WAS FAR FROM A warm day, especially with the wind coming in off the Channel; but the sky was perfectly cloudless, the waves of the sea had nothing to reflect except the saturated azure radiance of the sky, and in consequence this was one of those rare days when the ocean really was blue. That, and the glints of gold from wave-facets catching the direct light of the sun, seemed like a favorable omen for France. warm day, especially with the wind coming in off the Channel; but the sky was perfectly cloudless, the waves of the sea had nothing to reflect except the saturated azure radiance of the sky, and in consequence this was one of those rare days when the ocean really was blue. That, and the glints of gold from wave-facets catching the direct light of the sun, seemed like a favorable omen for France.

Meteore nearly had not been able to get in to the harbor at Dunkirk. It wasn't that she'd found a hostile reception. Midway across the Channel her crew had struck the Cross of St. George and run the fleur-de-lis up the mizzenmast, and the coastal batteries at Dunkirk had accepted this, or at least refrained from pulverizing them long enough for Daniel to explain himself, and send messages ash.o.r.e. The difficulty had lain, rather, in finding room for one more ship in Dunkirk's harbor. (1) A modest invasion force had gathered there in the expectation that King William would be a.s.sa.s.sinated. This was nothing like the army that had ma.s.sed near Cherbourg in '92, but it had been large enough that even now, a week after the plot had failed and the invasion had been cancelled, its remnants took up moorage-s.p.a.ce. (2) Jean Bart, though he and his home town were as always well-fed, kept hearing reports from the interior of France that people were starving to death in large numbers; so he had sailed his fleet up north and fallen upon a hundred-ship convoy bringing Russian and Polish wheat out of the Baltic. He had defeated the Dutch naval squadron escorting it toward Amsterdam and diverted the entire convoy to Dunkirk. They were being unloaded as fast as cranes and stevedores could work, and the wheat was being taken in to famished France on endless wagon-trains that darkened the sh.o.r.e, and plugged the narrow ways of the town. (3) As bad as things were in France, they were worse to the north; reports had come in that during the winter just ending, one out of three Finns had died. And Scotland was not much better. Finland and Scotland were as far north as it was possible to go, and so those Finns and Scots who had been able to straggle out to the coasts and take ship had sailed south, and converged on harbors where food might be had. Many had ended up in Dunkirk. nearly had not been able to get in to the harbor at Dunkirk. It wasn't that she'd found a hostile reception. Midway across the Channel her crew had struck the Cross of St. George and run the fleur-de-lis up the mizzenmast, and the coastal batteries at Dunkirk had accepted this, or at least refrained from pulverizing them long enough for Daniel to explain himself, and send messages ash.o.r.e. The difficulty had lain, rather, in finding room for one more ship in Dunkirk's harbor. (1) A modest invasion force had gathered there in the expectation that King William would be a.s.sa.s.sinated. This was nothing like the army that had ma.s.sed near Cherbourg in '92, but it had been large enough that even now, a week after the plot had failed and the invasion had been cancelled, its remnants took up moorage-s.p.a.ce. (2) Jean Bart, though he and his home town were as always well-fed, kept hearing reports from the interior of France that people were starving to death in large numbers; so he had sailed his fleet up north and fallen upon a hundred-ship convoy bringing Russian and Polish wheat out of the Baltic. He had defeated the Dutch naval squadron escorting it toward Amsterdam and diverted the entire convoy to Dunkirk. They were being unloaded as fast as cranes and stevedores could work, and the wheat was being taken in to famished France on endless wagon-trains that darkened the sh.o.r.e, and plugged the narrow ways of the town. (3) As bad as things were in France, they were worse to the north; reports had come in that during the winter just ending, one out of three Finns had died. And Scotland was not much better. Finland and Scotland were as far north as it was possible to go, and so those Finns and Scots who had been able to straggle out to the coasts and take ship had sailed south, and converged on harbors where food might be had. Many had ended up in Dunkirk.

No other ship would have been able to pa.s.s the Dunkirk breakwater, under such conditions; but when word made it up the chain of command that Meteore Meteore had inexplicably returned, Captain Bart gave orders that room must be made for her; and so after some idling, had inexplicably returned, Captain Bart gave orders that room must be made for her; and so after some idling, Meteore Meteore had been towed down a narrow lead among Baltic wheat-hulks, refugee-boats, invasion-transports, and ordinary Dunkirk fishing-and smuggling-craft to the anchorage of Bart's privateer fleet, and given a place of honor alongside Bart's flagship had been towed down a narrow lead among Baltic wheat-hulks, refugee-boats, invasion-transports, and ordinary Dunkirk fishing-and smuggling-craft to the anchorage of Bart's privateer fleet, and given a place of honor alongside Bart's flagship Alcyon Alcyon. The first to come aboard had been a six-year-old boy armed with a wooden sword; the second, a n.o.blewoman. She was gaunt, drawn, and black-patched compared to the last time Daniel had seen her, but he recognized her as the d.u.c.h.ess of Arcachon and (in England, and countries that recognized William) the d.u.c.h.ess of Qwghlm. And after he had talked to her for two hours, he was surprised by the awareness that she was still beautiful; just different.

And her internal fires had been banked. By the pox, he a.s.sumed at first. Then he guessed it was age-but she was not even thirty years old. On further consideration he decided it was because she had actually achieved things, and so needed not be as fierce as before. She was a d.u.c.h.ess twice over. She had made more fortunes than she'd lost. She had this six-year-old b.a.s.t.a.r.d, who seemed a fine lad, and gave every appearance of being one of those unusual children who survived to adulthood. She had a daughter of three, and a babe in arms, Louis de Lavardac, only a few weeks old-this implied she'd gone through at least as many miscarriages, stillbirths, and small-coffin funerals. Men sailed jachts jachts across the sea and gave them to her, just to get her attention. And so perhaps her fires had been banked across the sea and gave them to her, just to get her attention. And so perhaps her fires had been banked by choice; by choice; she'd had the sound judgment to know when to draw back, and let her investments and her children grow, and her plans come to fruition. she'd had the sound judgment to know when to draw back, and let her investments and her children grow, and her plans come to fruition.

Daniel was invited to dine aboard Alcyon Alcyon on the second day of his stay in Dunkirk-the day of the perfectly blue sky-and after he and Eliza and Jean Bart, the Marquis d'Ozoir, and a few other guests had sat round the table for some time, drinking coffee, talking, and letting the meal settle in their stomachs, Bart got up and took Jean-Jacques, or Johann as he was familiarly known, over to on the second day of his stay in Dunkirk-the day of the perfectly blue sky-and after he and Eliza and Jean Bart, the Marquis d'Ozoir, and a few other guests had sat round the table for some time, drinking coffee, talking, and letting the meal settle in their stomachs, Bart got up and took Jean-Jacques, or Johann as he was familiarly known, over to Meteore Meteore to inspect her rigging. Daniel strolled round the decks with Eliza, drinking in the air and the sun, and watching Bart and his G.o.dson cavort about the decks, tops, and ratlines. For those two had forgotten about the ostensible purpose of the visit before they'd even come aboard the to inspect her rigging. Daniel strolled round the decks with Eliza, drinking in the air and the sun, and watching Bart and his G.o.dson cavort about the decks, tops, and ratlines. For those two had forgotten about the ostensible purpose of the visit before they'd even come aboard the jacht, jacht, and it had turned into a sword-fighting tutorial. Bart was one of those who deemed it somehow dangerous to practice with anything other than a live, sharp, steel blade, and accordingly had armed Johann with a long knife. Bart drew a small-sword-a landlubber's weapon, as he was dressed for dinner, not privateering. He had drawn Johann into an exercise that appeared to consist mostly of knocking Johann down (not too roughly) whenever he committed the sin of being off balance. and it had turned into a sword-fighting tutorial. Bart was one of those who deemed it somehow dangerous to practice with anything other than a live, sharp, steel blade, and accordingly had armed Johann with a long knife. Bart drew a small-sword-a landlubber's weapon, as he was dressed for dinner, not privateering. He had drawn Johann into an exercise that appeared to consist mostly of knocking Johann down (not too roughly) whenever he committed the sin of being off balance.

"In London have people heard of Father edouard de Gex, and what befell him?" Eliza wanted to know.

"I am too retiring, too peculiar to make the social rounds and hear all the latest," Daniel said, "and so maybe you are asking the wrong Englishman. He is a fierce Jesuit, close to the Marquise de Maintenon, and I have the vague notion that something bad happened to him-"

"You could say that," said Eliza. "He was strolling in the gardens of Versailles late in the summer. There is a place there called the Bosquet de l'Encelade-a pool and a fountain of several jets, depressed in the center of a great encircling bower, the whole surrounded by woods, and rather remote from the chateau. I used to read there. As de Gex was strolling along the circuit of the bower, he became aware-or so he told the story later-that someone else was there, padding along in the same direction, but lagging far enough behind as to remain hidden from view by the curvature of the bower. And so de Gex stepped through one of the portals that gives access to the lawn within-terraced rings of turf descending toward the pool. Cutting across the lawn, he turned around abruptly to look behind him, and saw what was recognizable as a human form. But it was difficult to make out through the lattice-work of the bower. 'Show yourself, whoever you are,' de Gex called, and after a brief hesitation his stalker emerged from one of those portals and was revealed as an immense one-armed man carrying a long staff-which proved, on second glance, to be a harpoon. Now, the fountain lay between them, and de Gex wanted to keep it that way, whereas this other chap wanted to get closer to de Gex, so that he could launch the weapon from shorter range and without having to pitch it through jets and spray. De Gex called for help, but in this secluded part of the garden, with the roar and hiss of the fountain, he could not know whether his cry had been heard. The harpooneer took to pursuing him. De Gex was uncertain whether to keep circling the fountain-which had the advantage that it kept his adversary in view-or to exit through the bower, flee into the grove, and go for help. In any event he did not have to dither over it for long, for as it turned out someone had had heard his cry and come running to see what was the matter. De Gex took his eye off the harpooneer for a moment as his would-be rescuer emerged from the bower. When he looked back he saw the harpoon inbound; for his hunter, seeing that he was losing his chance, had made a desperate fling. De Gex tried to dodge it. Meanwhile it was diverted by a surging jet from a fountain. The details are unclear; suffice it to say that the fluked head of the weapon had to be excavated, by the King's surgeon, from deep in de Gex's upper thigh. It pa.s.sed through the muscle on the outside of the limb and spared the great vessels and nerves that run along the inside; but the bone was damaged, an infection developed, and de Gex has, ever since, lingered at Death's door, in a sick-room at the chapter-house of the Jesuits in the town of Versailles." heard his cry and come running to see what was the matter. De Gex took his eye off the harpooneer for a moment as his would-be rescuer emerged from the bower. When he looked back he saw the harpoon inbound; for his hunter, seeing that he was losing his chance, had made a desperate fling. De Gex tried to dodge it. Meanwhile it was diverted by a surging jet from a fountain. The details are unclear; suffice it to say that the fluked head of the weapon had to be excavated, by the King's surgeon, from deep in de Gex's upper thigh. It pa.s.sed through the muscle on the outside of the limb and spared the great vessels and nerves that run along the inside; but the bone was damaged, an infection developed, and de Gex has, ever since, lingered at Death's door, in a sick-room at the chapter-house of the Jesuits in the town of Versailles."

"The attacker?"

"Bolted into the forest of the King's hunting-park and was tracked for some miles but never caught. Today I heard the news that de Gex has died. His cousin, Madame la d.u.c.h.esse d'Oyonnax, is looking after the arrangements-probably his body will be taken back to the family seat to be interred."

"It is an extraordinary tale," said Daniel. "As you have reasons for everything you do, I presume you had a reason for relating it to me?"

Eliza shrugged. "There was a feeling among some at Court that this was an a.s.sa.s.sin acting on orders from London, or some other Protestant capital. The plot to a.s.sa.s.sinate William on Turn-ham Green might have been t.i.t-for-tat. I thought the Juncto might want to know as much."

"I shall pa.s.s it along, then, madame. The Juncto shall consider itself in your debt."

"I shall consider myself in yours, if you deliver the message."

"On the contrary, it will be my honor to be of service, madame."

"You might also also be of service by escorting be of service by escorting him him home," said Eliza, nodding over toward Johann, "a.s.suming he survives his fencing-lesson." home," said Eliza, nodding over toward Johann, "a.s.suming he survives his fencing-lesson."

Johann had quickly tired of being knocked down by his G.o.dfather, and so the lesson had moved along to parts of the syllabus more fun and less practical: viz. hanging from ratlines with one hand whilst duelling the opponent with the other.

"I had supposed he was was home," said Daniel. home," said Daniel.

"Home is Leipzig," said Eliza. "It is a long story-much longer than that of de Gex and the harpoon."

"I wonder if I might engage in some t.i.t-for-tat by telling you a bit of news from my side of the water."

"Monsieur, I should be fascinated," exclaimed Eliza, suddenly coming alive. "How unlike you to volunteer something!"

Daniel blushed at this, but went on: "When I was at university I was terrorized by the Earl of Upnor-Louis Anglesey. Of course he has been dead since the Battle of Aughrim. But a few days ago I phant'sied I spied his ghost standing atop a bastion of the Tower of London. Then it came into my head that he must be Upnor's brother, Philip, Count Sheerness, who has not set foot in England for almost twenty years-he fled during the Popish Plot. England has forgotten him. But perhaps he has not forgotten England, and came back over at last to play some role in the complot to a.s.sa.s.sinate William."

"Then England certainly will not forget him again," Eliza said. "I wonder if he'll be suffered to leave the Tower alive."

"Were I a betting man, I'd bet yes. I'd bet he'll be back on this side of the Channel before summer. Oh, he'll be kept close for a while. Perhaps he'll even be tried. But no proof will be found that he was involved in the plot."

"What is your reason for telling me the story?"

"As it happens, I once was imprisoned in the same place. Some murderers were sent in to do away with me. But they were intercepted by a veteran sergeant of the King's Own Black Torrent Guards, one Bob Shaftoe, who I believe is known to you."

"Yes."

"He and I made a sort of compact. He would be of aid to me in doing away with my bete noire-the late Jeffreys-if I would a.s.sist him in recovering a certain young woman-"

"I know the story."

"Very well. Then you know she is a slave, once owned by the Earl of Upnor, but distributed to Count Sheerness as a part of Upnor's estate when Upnor was killed at Aughrim. I presume she has been on this side of the water, serving in Sheerness's household."

"Indeed. What is it you would have me do, Dr. Waterhouse?"

"The Black Torrent Guards have been in the Spanish Netherlands for some years, fighting the war, whensoever the Juncto could sc.r.a.pe together money for b.a.l.l.s and powder. I thought perhaps you might know of some way of getting word to Sergeant Shaftoe that the owner of Abigail is in a tight spot just now, and unable to defend his properties properties on the Continent. Between that, and the lull in the fighting, there might be opportunity-" on the Continent. Between that, and the lull in the fighting, there might be opportunity-"

"Other such opportunities have come his way in the past, but he has not been quick to take advantage of them," said Eliza, "because he has been looking after his nephews, and could not see a way to fulfill so many obligations at once. But his nephews must have reached the age of manhood by now. Perhaps he is ready."

"That must have vexed their uncle to no end," Daniel mused.

"Yes. But it must have made his life a good bit simpler, too," said Eliza. "So, consider the message delivered and your obligation discharged, Dr. Waterhouse."

"Thank you, your grace."

"You are most welcome."

"Is there anything else?"

"Nothing that I would dream of mentioning to any ordinary d.u.c.h.ess-or woman, for that matter. But as you have an interest in money, here is a curiosity for you."

Daniel reached into both hip-pockets at once. From each he drew a sheaf of printed bills, and held them out, rather like the two pans of a balance, so that Eliza could inspect them. The offerings on left and right were similar, but different. Clearly there had been a lot of work for engravers in London lately, for these doc.u.ments had been pressed out by copper-plates of awesome complication: miles of line folded up into inches of s.p.a.ce, like the windings of t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es. One depicted a G.o.ddess gripping a trident and sitting upon a great mound of coins. "Even by Barock standards, the most vulgar thing I've seen," Eliza p.r.o.nounced it. BANK OF ENGLAND, it said; and below that was printed a florid and verbose a.s.sertion that it-which is to say, this piece of paper-was money. The bills on Daniel's opposite hand said LAND BANK and supported like claims-if anything, even more pompous.

"Whig," said Daniel, shaking the BANK OF ENGLAND bills, "and Tory," shaking the LAND BANK bills.

"You even have different money!?"

"The Bank of England was, as you must know, set up two years ago by the Juncto after it won the election. It is backed-these bills are backed-by the ability of the government to raise money from taxes, lotteries, annuities, and whatever other schemes the big brains of the Juncto can think up. Not to be outdone, the Tories set up their own Bank, backed by-"

"The land of England itself? How Tory-like."