Heartstone

I stepped forward and called out to Leacon. He turned, as did the soldiers. Carswell's face brightened a little. ' 'Tis our mascot! Come with us on board the Great Harry again tomorrow, sir, bring us luck!' The other soldiers looked on, surprised that I had turned up again. I heard Sulyard mutter, 'Hunchbacks bring bad luck, not good.'

'Fall out, men,' Leacon ordered. 'Wait over there till the rest of the company arrives.' The men walked wearily to an open space between two warehouses, and Leacon came over and took my hand. 'I thought you had left, Matthew,' he said.

'Tomorrow.'

'The King comes then. As principal archers we have to parade before him outside the town in the morning.'

'We shall be gone before then.'

'That we shall,' Barak agreed firmly. 'We leave first thing.'

Leacon glanced over to where his men stood, many looking weary and anxious. Pygeon cast his brigandyne to the ground, where it made a tinkling noise. Sulyard glared at him. Carswell asked the whiffler, 'Master Snodin, may we get back to camp, get some food?'

'Proper food,' another man said, 'not biscuit you have to knock the weevils out of!' There were murmurs of agreement.

Snodin shouted, 'We'll leave when the rest arrive, with Sir Franklin!'

'Was today their first day on the ships?' I asked Leacon.

'Yes. Not a good day either.'

Everyone jumped and looked round at a tremendous boom. Another cannon shot from the Round Tower. There was an answering flash and boom from the Gosport side.

'What are they doing?' I asked Leacon.

'Practising covering the harbour, should the French try to gain entrance. We should be able to stop them, those cannon have a range of over a mile. But if they defeat our fleet at sea, there will be nothing to prevent them making a landing elsewhere.'

'George,' I said, 'I wonder if I might ask yet another favour.'

He looked at me curiously. 'Yes?'

I nodded at the men. 'It is confidential.'

He sighed. 'Come round the side of the warehouse.'

We went round the corner, out of earshot of the company.

'Did it not go well today?' I asked.

'The whole company has been on the Great Harry. God's death, the size of that ship. It has enough cannon to conquer Hell itself. None of the lads had encountered anything like it. Even when we were climbing up the rope ladder, a gust of wind came and it started swinging to and fro, us clinging on like snails to a drainpipe. I could see the men were terrified of tumbling into the sea. Then on board they all slid and fell with every little movement of the sea. And they didn't like being under that netting.'

'I have heard of it. Fixed above the decks, so boarders would fall on top of it. With soldiers carrying small pikes standing underneath.'

'The mesh on the netting is thick, you feel hemmed in standing under it. And if anything happened to the ship, if it went over, you'd be trapped under it.' He laughed; something wild in the sound made me frown. 'Not that most of the men can swim. We should have been given more time to practise; we've been here a week. The men are getting bored and irritable doing nothing, hence the desertions. You can't easily replace skilled archers. The sailors laughed at them sliding about, which didn't help. The sailors go barefoot, clinging to the deck like cats.'

'Soldiers and sailors must fight the same battle. If it comes.'

'In two or three days, from what they say.' The haunted look was back in his eyes. 'We've been told we're going to the Great Harry. As the flagship she will be at the head of the line. The men are all cast down, and Snodin doesn't help, snarling at them over every grumble they make. Being on the ship, he hasn't had a drink all day and that doesn't aid his temper.' He sighed. 'Well, Matthew, what is this favour?'

'George, I would not trouble you were it not important. But a woman's fate may be at stake. I need to speak again to Philip West, that I saw at the Godshouse.' I took a deep breath. 'He is on the Mary Rose. I want to know if you can help me get on board there, this evening, to talk to him.'

Leacon looked doubtful. 'Matthew, they are only allowing people with official business on the ships.' He looked out to sea. The big rowboats had lit their lanterns now, little points of light dancing on the water. The setting sun outlined the ships from behind in a fiery glow.

'Please,' I said. 'It's important.'

He considered. 'Easy enough to pay a boatman to take us over to the Mary Rose, but getting on board may be another matter even with me there. You certainly won't get on without me. Very well. But I cannot take long, I need to get back to camp; the men are downhearted and they must make ready to parade before the King tomorrow morning.' He brushed away a mosquito; now dark was coming they were starting to whine around our ears.

'George, I am more grateful than I can say.'

'First I must wait until the rest of the men arrive with Sir Franklin. He can lead them back to camp, then—'