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〃When Russia took advantage of her pact with Bonaparte；〃 explained Mr Braun； 〃to fall upon Finland； I was one of those who fought。 What use was it？ What could Finland do against all the might of Russia？ I was one of the fortunate ones who escaped。 My brothers are in Russian gaols at this very minute if they are alive； but I hope they are dead。 Sweden was in revolution … there was no refuge for me there； even though it had been for Sweden that I was fighting。 Germany； Denmark； Norway were in Bonaparte's hands； and Bonaparte would gladly have handed me back to oblige his new Russian ally。 But I was in an English ship； one of those to which I sold timber； and so to England I came。 One day I was the richest man in Finland where there are few rich men； and the next I was the poorest man in England where there are many poor。〃
The pale…green eyes reflected back the light again from the cabin window； and Hornblower realized anew that his clerk was a man of disquieting personality。 It was not merely the fact that he was a refugee； and Hornblower； like everybody else； was surfeited with refugees and their tales of woe although his conscience pricked him about them … the first ones had begun to arrive twenty years ago from France； and ever since then there had been an increasing tide from Poland and Italy and Germany。 Braun's being a refugee was likely to prejudice Hornblower against him from the start； and actually had done so； as Hornblower admitted to himself with his usual fussy sense of justice。 But that was the reason that Hornblower did not like him。 There was less reason even than that … there was no reason at all。
It was irksome to Hornblower to think that for the rest of this mission he would have to work in close contact with this man。 Yet the Admiralty orders in his desk enjoined upon him to pay the closest attention to the advice and information which he would receive from Braun； 'a gentleman whose acquaintance with the Baltic countries is both extensive and intimate'。 Even this evening it was a great relief when Bush's knock at the cabin door； heralding his arrival for dinner； freed Hornblower from the man's presence。 Braun slid unobtrusively out of the cabin with a bow to Bush； every line of his body indicated the pose … whether forced or natural Hornblower could not guess … of the man who has seen better days resignedly doing menial duties。
〃How do you find your Swedish clerk； sir？〃 asked Bush。
〃He's a Finn； not a Swede。〃
〃A Finn？ You don't say； sir！ It'd be better not to let the men know that。〃
Bush's own honest face indicated a disquietude against which he struggled in vain。
〃Of course；〃 said Hornblower。
He tried to keep his face expressionless； to conceal that he had pletely left out of account the superstition that prevailed about Finns at sea。 In a sailor's mind every Finn was a warlock who could conjure up storms by lifting his finger； but Hornblower had quite failed to think of the shabby…genteel Mr Braun as that kind of Finn； despite those unwholesome pale…green eyes。
CHAPTER SIX
〃Eight bells； sir。〃
Hornblower came back to consciousness not very willingly； he suspected he was being dragged away from delightful dreams； although he could not remember what they were。
〃Still dark； sir；〃 went on Brown remorselessly； 〃but a clear night。 Wind steady at west…by…north； a strong breeze。 The sloops an' the flotilla in sight to looard； an' we're hove to； sir； under mizzen…t's'l； maint'mast stays'l an' jib。 An' here's your shirt； sir。〃
Hornblower swung his legs out of his cot and sleepily pulled off his nightshirt。 He was minded at first just to put on those few clothes which would keep him warm on deck； but he had his dignity as modore to remember； and he wanted to establish a reputation as a man who was never careless about any detail whatever。 He had left orders to be called now； a quarter of an hour before it was really necessary； merely to be able to do so。 So he put on uniform coat and trousers and boots； parted his hair carefully in the flickering light of the lantern Brown held； and put aside the thought of shaving。 If he came on deck at four in the morning newly shaved everyone would guess that he had been at pains regarding his appearance。 He clapped on his cocked hat； and struggled into the pea…jacket which Brown held for him。 Outside his cabin door the sentry snapped to attention as the great man appeared。 On the half…deck a group of high…spirited youngsters ing off watch subsided into awed and apprehensive silence at the sight of the modore； which was a fit and proper thing to happen。
On the quarter…deck it was as raw and unfriendly as one might expect before dawn in the Kattegat on a spring morning。 The bustle of calling the watch had just subsided； the figures which loomed up in the darkness and hurriedly moved over to the port side； leaving the starboard side clear for him； were unrecognizable。 But the thump of Bush's wooden leg was unmistakable。
〃Captain Bush！〃
〃Sir？〃
〃What time is sunrise this morning？〃
〃Er … about five…thirty； sir。〃
〃I don't want to know about what time it will be。 I asked 'What time is sunrise？'〃
A second's silence while the crestfallen Bush absorbed this rebuke； and then another voice answered：
〃Five…thirty…four； sir。〃
That was that fresh…faced lad； Carlin； the second lieutenant of the ship。 Hornblower would have given something to be sure whether Carlin really knew when sunrise was； or whether he was merely guessing； taking a chance that his modore would not check his figures。 As for Bush； it was bad luck on him that he should be rebuked publicly； but he should have known what time was sunrise； seeing that last night Hornblower had been making plans with him based on that very point。 And it would do the discipline of the rest of the force no harm if it were known that the modore spared no one； not even the captain of a ship of the line； his best friend。
Hornblower took a turn or two up and down the deck。 Seven days out from the Downs； and no news。 With the wind steady from the westward； there could be no news … nothing could have got out from the Baltic； or even from Gothenburg。 He had not seen a sail yesterday after rounding the Skaw and ing up the Kattegat。 His last news from Sweden was fifteen days old； then； and in fifteen days anything could happen。 Sweden might have easily changed from unfriendly neutrality to open hostility。 Before him lay the passage of the Sound； three miles wide at its narrowest point； on the starboard side would be Denmark； undoubtedly hostile under Bonaparte's domination whether she wanted to be or not。 On the port side would be Sweden； and the main channel up the Sound lay under the guns of Helsingborg。 If Sweden were England's enemy the guns of Denmark and Sweden … of Elsinore and of Helsingborg … might easily cripple the squadron as they ran the gauntlet。 And retreat would always be perilous and difficult； if not entirely cut off。 It might be as well to delay； to send in a boat to discover how Sweden stood at the present moment。
But on the other hand； to send in a boat would warn Sweden of his presence。 If he dashed in now； the moment there was light enough to see the channel； he might go scathless； taking the defences by surprise even if Sweden were hostile。 His vessels might be knocked about； but with the wind west…by…north； in an ideal quarter； even a crippled ship could struggle along until the Sound widened and they would be out of range。 If Sweden's neutrality were still wobbling it would do no harm to let her see a British squadron handled with boldness and decision； nor for her to know that a British force were loose in the Baltic able to threaten her shores and ravage her shipping。 Should Sweden turn hostile he could maintain himself one way or the other in the Baltic through the summer … and in a summer anything might happen … and with good fortune might fight his way out again in the autumn。 There certainly were arguments in favour of temporizing and delay and municating with the shore； but there were more cogent arguments still in favour of prompt action。
The ship's bell struck one sharp note； hardly more than an hour before dawn； and already over there to leeward there