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Jussey shrugged in the lamplight。
〃I do not expect so。 A bold push across the mouth of the river and the Russians will retreat the moment their flank is turned。〃
So that was what Jussey was doing； reconnoitring for a suitable place to land a French force on the Russian side of the river mouth。
〃A daring move； sir； worthy of all the great traditions of the French Army。 But no doubt you have ample craft to transport your force？〃
〃Some dozens of barges。 We seized them at Mitau before the Russians could destroy them。〃
Jussey checked himself abruptly； clearly disturbed at realizing how much he had said。
〃Russians are always inpetent；〃 said Hornblower； in a tone of plete agreement。 〃A prompt attack on your part； giving them no chance of steadying themselves； is of course your best plan of operations。 But will you pardon me； sir； while I attend to my duties？〃
There was no chance of wheedling anything more out of Jussey at the moment。 But he had at least yielded up the vital information that the French had laid hands on a fleet of barges which the Russians had neglected； or been unable； to destroy； and that they planned a direct attack across the river mouth。 By feigning entire indifference Hornblower felt that Jussey might be inveigled later into talking freely again。 Jussey bowed； and Hornblower turned to Mound。
〃We'll return to the squadron；〃 he said。
Mound gave the orders which laid the Harvey close…hauled on the starboard tack … the French prisoners ducked hastily as the big mainsail boom swung over their heads； and the seamen bumped into them as they ran to the sheet。 While Jussey and Hornblower had been talking two of the prisoners had cut off the sleeve of the wounded man and bandaged his arm； now they all squatted in the scuppers out of the way； while the Harvey crept back to where the Nonsuch lay at anchor。
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
〃Oars；〃 said Brown； and the barge's crew ceased to pull。 〃In bows。〃
The bow oarsman brought his oar into the boat and grabbed for the boathook； and Brown laid the barge neatly alongside the quay while the rushing Dwina river eddied about it。 An interested crowd of the people of Riga watched the operation； and stared stolidly at Hornblower as he ran up the stone steps to road level； epaulettes； star； and sword all aglitter in the scorching sunshine。 Beyond the line of warehouses along the quay he was vaguely aware of a wide square surrounded by medieval stone buildings with high…pitched roofs； but he had no attention to spare for this his first close sight of Riga。 There was the usual guard of honour to salute； the usual officer at its head； and beside it the burly figure of the Governor； General Essen。
〃Wele to the city； sir；〃 said Essen。 He was a Baltic German； a descendant of those Knights of the Sword who had conquered Livonia from the heathen centuries before； and the French which he spoke had some of the explosive quality of the French spoken by an Alsatian。
An open carriage； to which were harnessed two spirited horses who pawed restlessly at the ground； awaited them； and the Governor handed Hornblower in and followed him。
〃It is only the shortest distance to go；〃 he said； 〃but we shall take this opportunity of letting the people see us。〃
The carriage lurched and bounced frightfully over the cobbled streets； Hornblower had twice to straighten his cocked hat which was jerked sideways on his head； but he endeavoured to sit up straight and unconcerned as they dashed along narrow streets full of people who eyed them with interest。 There was no harm in allowing the inhabitants of a beleaguered city the opportunity of seeing a British naval officer in full uniform … his presence would be a pledge that Riga was not alone in her hour of trial。
〃The Ritterhaus；〃 explained Essen； as the coachman pulled up his horses outside a handsome old building with a line of sentries posted before it。
The reception awaited them； officers in uniform； a few civilians in black； and many； many women in gala dresses。 Several of the officers Hornblower had already met at the conference that morning at Dwina Maude； Essen proceeded to present the more important of the rest of the pany。
〃His Excellency the Intendant of Livonia；〃 said Essen； 〃and the Countess …〃
〃It has already been my great pleasure to meet the Countess；〃 interposed Hornblower。
〃The modore was my partner at dinner at the Peterhof；〃 said the Countess。
She was as beautiful and as vivacious as ever； maybe； as she stood there with her hand on her husband's arm； her glance was not so sultry。 She bowed to Hornblower with a polite indifference。 Her husband was tall； bony； and elderly； with a thin moustache that drooped from his lip； and short…sighted eyes that he assisted with a quizzing glass。 Hornblower bowed to him； endeavouring to behave as though this were only one more ordinary meeting。 It was ridiculous to feel embarrassed at this encounter； yet he was； and had to struggle to conceal it。 Yet the beaky…nosed Intendant of Livonia eyed him with even more indifference than did his wife； most of the others who were presented to Hornblower were obviously delighted to meet the English naval officer； but the Intendant made no effort to hide the fact that to him； the direct representative of the Tsar and an habitué of Imperial palaces； this provincial reception was tedious and uninteresting； and the guest of honour nobody of importance。
Hornblower had learned his lesson regarding the etiquette of a Russian formal dinner； the tables of hors d'？uvres he knew now to be mere preliminaries。 He tasted caviare and vodka once again； and the very pleasant bination of flavours called up a sudden host of memories。 Without being able to prevent himself he glanced across at the Countess； and caught her eye as she stood chattering with half a dozen grave men in uniform。 It was only for a moment； but that was long enough。 Her glance seemed to tell him that she； too； was haunted by the same memories。 Hornblower's head whirled a little； and he made a prompt resolve to drink nothing more that night。 He turned and plunged hastily into conversation with the Governor。
〃How delightfully plementary to each other are vodka and caviare；〃 he said。 〃They are worthy to rank with those other binations of food discovered by the pioneers of the gastronomic art。 Eggs and bacon； partridge and Burgundy； spinach and … and …〃
He fumbled for a French word for 'gammon'； and the Governor supplied it； his little pig's eyes lighting up with interest in the midst of his big red face。
〃You are a gastronome； sir？〃 he said。
The rest of the time before dinner passed easily enough then； with Hornblower well exercised in having to discuss food with someone to whom food was clearly a matter of deep interest。 Hornblower drew a little on his imagination to describe the delicacies of the West Indies and of Central America； fortunately during his last period of leave he had moved in wealthy London circles with his wife and had eaten at several renowned tables； including that of the Mansion House； which gave him a solid basis of European experience with which to supplement his imagination。 The Governor had taken advantage of the campaigns in which he had served to study the foods of the different countries。 Vienna and Prague had fed him during the Austerlitz campaign； he had drunk resinated wine in the Seven Islands； he rolled up his eyes in ecstasy at the memory of frutti di mare consumed in Leghorn when he had served in Italy under Suvaroff。 Bavarian beer； Swedish schnapps； Danzig goldwasser … he had drunk of them all； just as he had eaten Westphalian ham and Italian beccaficoes and Turkish rahat lakoum。 He listened with rapt attention when Hornblower spoke of grilled flying…fish and Trinidad pepperpot； and it was with the deepest regret that he parted with Hornblower to take his place at the head of the dinner table； even then he persisted in calling Hornblower's attention to the dishes being served； leaning forward to address him across two ladies and the Intendant of Livonia； and when dinner was ended he apologized to Hornblower for the abrupt termination of the meal； plaining bitterly of the fact that he had to gulp his final glass of bra