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gainst St Petersburg； should he attack Russia； without fear of its being cut off。 It is one more threat to His Imperial Majesty's dominions。〃
〃And how serious do you consider his threats to be regarding Russia； sir？〃
〃Bonaparte's threats are always serious。 You know his methods； Your Excellency。 A demand for concessions； and when the concessions are granted then new demands； each one more weakening than the one before； until either the object of his attentions is too weak to oppose him further or is at least so weakened as to make armed resistance fatal。 He will not rest until all his demands are granted； and what he demands is nothing short of the dominion of the world； until every nation is in bondage to him。〃
〃Monsieur is very eloquent。〃
〃I am eloquent because I speak from the heart； Your Excellency。 For nineteen years； since my boyhood； I have served my country against the monstrous power which overshadows Europe。〃
〃And with what effect has your country fought？〃
〃My country is still free。 In the history of the world that counts for much。 And now it counts for more。 England is striking back。 Portugal； Sicily； are free too； thanks to England。 Her armies are marching into Spain even while I am speaking to you here； Your Excellency。 Soon Bonaparte will be defending the very frontiers of his boasted Empire against them。 We have found the weak spot in the vast structure； we are probing into it； on to the very foundations； and soon the whole elaborate mass will crumble into ruin。〃
The little room must be very warm； Hornblower found himself sweating in his heavy uniform。
〃And here in the Baltic？〃
〃Here England has penetrated too。 Not one of Bonaparte's ships will move from to…day without my permission。 England is ready with her support。 She is ready to pour in money and arms to help any power that will withstand the tyrant。 Bonaparte is ringed in from the South and the West and the North。 There is only the East left to him。 That is where he will strike and that is where he must be opposed。〃
It was the handsome； pale young man in the dark corner of the room to whom these remarks were really addressed。 The Minister of Marine had a far smaller stake on the board of international politics than did his master。 Other kings in war risked a province or two； risked their dignity or their fame； but the Tsar of Russia； the most powerful and autocratic of them all； risked his life； and there was no gainsaying that。 A word from the Tsar might send a nobleman to Siberia； another word might set half a million men on the move to war； but if either move were a false one the Tsar would pay for it with his life。 A military defeat； a momentary loss of control over his courtiers or his guards； and the Tsar was doomed； first to dethronement and then to inevitable murder。 That had been the fate of his father； and of his grandfather。 If he fought and was unsuccessful； if he did not fight and lost his prestige there would be a silken scarf round his throat or a dozen swords between his ribs。
An ormulu clock on a bracket on the wall struck in silvery tones。
〃The hour strikes； you see； Your Excellency；〃 said Hornblower。 He was shaking with the excitement that boiled within him。 He felt weak and empty。
〃The hour strikes indeed；〃 answered the Minister。 He was clearly struggling desperately not to glance back at the Tsar。 〃As regards the clock； I regret it deeply； as it reminds me that if I detain you longer you will be late for the Imperial reception。〃
〃I must certainly not be late for that；〃 said Hornblower。
〃I must thank you for the clear way in which you have stated your views； Captain。 I shall have the pleasure of meeting you at the reception。 His Excellency the Grand Marshal will show you the way to the Tauride Hall。〃
Hornblower bowed； still keeping his eyes from wavering towards the Tsar； but he contrived to back from the room without either turning his back on the Tsar or making his precaution too obvious。 They squeezed past the Cossacks on the stairs down to the ground floor again。
〃This way； if you please； sir。〃
CHAPTER TWELVE
Footmen opened two more huge doors； and they entered a vast room； the lofty ceiling soaring into a dome far above their heads。 The walls were a mass of marble and gold； and grouped in the hall was a crowd of people； the men in uniforms of all the colours of the rainbow； the women in Court dresses with plumes and trains。 Orders and jewels reflected the light of innumerable candles。
A group of men and women； laughing and joking in French； opened their ranks to admit Hornblower and the Grand Marshal。
〃I have the honour to present …〃 began the latter。 It was a prolonged introduction； the Countess of This； and the Baroness of That； and the Duchess of the Other； beautiful women； some of them bold…eyed and some of them languid。 Hornblower bowed and bowed again； the Star of the Bath thumping his chest each time he straightened up。
〃You will partner the Countess Canerine at dinner； Captain；〃 said the Grand Marshal； and Hornblower bowed again。
〃Delighted；〃 he said。
The Countess was the boldest…eyed and most beautiful of them all； under the arches of her brows her eyes were dark and liquid and yet with a consuming fire within them。 Her face was a perfect oval； her plexion like rose petals； her magnificent bosom white as snow above the low décolleté of her Court dress。
〃As a distinguished stranger；〃 went on the Grand Marshal； 〃you will take precedence immediately after the Ambassadors and Ministers。 Preceding you will be the Persian Ambassador； His Excellency Gorza Khan。〃
The Grand Marshal indicated an individual in turban and diamonds； it was a bit of blessed good fortune that he was the most easily identified person in the whole crowd； seeing that Hornblower would have to follow him。 Everyone else in the group looked with even greater interest at this English captain who was being accorded such distinction； the Countess rolled a considering eye upon him； but the Grand Marshal interrupted the exchange of glances by continuing the introductions。 The gentlemen returned Hornblower's bows。
〃His Imperial Majesty；〃 said the Grand Marshal； filling in the gap in the conversation when the introductions were pleted； 〃will be wearing the uniform of the Simonouski Guards。〃
Hornblower caught sight of Wychwood across the room； his bearskin under his arm and Basse at his side； being introduced to another group。 They exchanged nods； and Hornblower returned； a little distractedly； to the conversation of his own group。 The Countess was asking him about his ship； and he tried to tell her about Nonsuch。 Through the far doors there was filing a double line of soldiers； tall young men in breastplates that shone like silver … that probably were silver … with silver helmets with waving white plumes。
〃The Chevalier Guard；〃 explained the Countess； 〃all young men of noble birth。〃
She looked at them with distinct approval； they were forming against the walls at intervals of two or three yards； each standing like a silver statue as soon as he reached his post。 The crowd was moving slowly away from the centre of the room； leaving it clear。 Hornblower wondered where the rest of his officers were； he looked round； and realized that there was a further crowd of uniformed individuals in the gallery which ran at first…floor level three…quarters of the way round the dome over his head。 That would be where the lesser people could look down on the doings of the great。 He saw Hurst and Mound leaning against the balustrade。 Behind them young Somers； his low…crowned hat in his hand； was talking with elaborate pantomime to a trio of pretty girls； who were holding weakly on to each other as they laughed。 Heaven only knew what language Somers was trying to talk； but he was evidently making himself agreeable。
It was Braun that Hornblower was worried about； yet what with the violence of his reaction after his speech…making； and the chatter and glitter around him； and the sultry glances of the Countess； it was hard to think。 Hornblower had to drive himself to keep his mind on his subject。 The pistol in Braun's waistband … the fierce intensity of Braun's expression … that gallery up there。 He