neededâand by river.
Bennett was confident it could be done and that with the tide they could reach Auray in three or four hours.
âAnd, in your opinion, can Charette hold the town, with the forces he has at his command?â
âWell, that depends what is disposed against him, sir. But long enough, I reckon, if his men were better armed and provisioned.â
But Nathan could not take Bennettâs word for this.
âThat can be done,â he assured him. âIf you are willing to go back there with one of my officers to arrange for their distribution.â
âIâm your man there, sirâmost willing.â
It occurred to Nathan that as a pressed man in the Kingâs Service it did not matter if he were willing or not.
âYou are back in the service now,â he reminded him, âand answerable to me and any other officer, not to any Tom, Dickâor de Batz.â
âAye, aye, sir.â The grin again. âSo I am to act as quartermaster.â
âIn a manner of speaking,â Nathan replied cautiously, âbut you will be entered on the shipâs books as able seaman and you are not to forget it and take it into your head to go wandering about the countryside again.â
âWould that be dated back, sir, to when I was took?â
Nathan reminded himself that the fellow was from Nantucket and certain allowances must be made.
âI will instruct the purser accordingly. Is that to your satisfaction, Bennett?â
If Bennett noted the sarcasm he did not let it trouble him. âWell, I guess I am in no position to haggle,â he conceded cheerfully.
âNo, you are not,â Nathan assured him. âAnd you will remember that you are subject to the Articles of Warâand the penalties for breaking them. Now get back to your men.â
But there were other questions preying on his mind and for once time was not so pressing. The men were hunkered down for the night, the
Unicorn
as secure as she could be with half her masts down and the rest of his little fleet moored in the sheltered waters of the Gulf of Morbihan.
âWait,â he called out, as the man turned away, pulling down his hat. âYou have served the Chevalier de Batz for long?â
âA few months, I reckon.â
âAnd what impression did you form of his character?â
âHis character?â
âHis character, Bennett. As an officer and a gentleman.â
The American turned his head aside and for a moment Nathan thought he was going to spit, but he only smiled grimly and said, âHeâs a brutal swine of a man and incompetent with it. Whatever his title.â This was reassuring. What came next was not. âHowever, he is kin to the Comte de Puisaye who commands the Royalist troops at Quiberon.â
âI see.â
âWill that be all, sir?â
âJust a moment. You heard his orderâbefore I was obliged to ⦠to seize him up?â
âYes, sir.â Bennett had stepped a little away from the light and it was impossible to read his expression but his tone was cautious.
âAnd what did you hear?â
A moment before the answer came. âHe ordered us to kill them.â
â
Kill them. Kill them all.â
âI believe that was the gist of it.â
âAnd what did you take him to mean by that?â
âThat we was to kill the Blues.â
âThe prisoners?â
âYes, sir.â
âAnd what of the rest of us?â
Bennett frowned. âWell, truly I did not really give that much thought. It was all so quickâand then you had him by the throat.â
âVery well, Bennett.â But there was another question he had to ask. He put his hand up to his breast pocket to check he still had the letter. âThere is one more thing.â
âSir?â
âYou saw a great deal of the Vendée, I suppose, on your travels.â
âMore than I wished, sir, the state it