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'You and me both, Bowden – you're coming too. If he wanted me and me alone, he would have asked me in private – but I'm sure he'll make something more palatable for us.'
I frowned as we walked blinking back out into the sunlight.
'Bowden?'
'Yup?'
'Did Stig say anything that seemed unusual to you?'
'Not really. Do you want to hear my plans for infil—'
Bowden stopped talking in mid-sentence as the world ground to a halt. Time had ceased to exist. I was trapped between one moment and the next. It could only be my father.
'Hello, Sweetpea,' he said cheerfully, giving me a hug, 'how did the Superhoop turn out?'
'That's next Saturday.'
'Oh!' he said, looking at his watch and frowning. 'You won't let me down, will you?'
'How will I not let you down? What's the connection between the Superhoop and Kaine?'
'I can't tell you. Events must unfold naturally or there'll be hell to pay. You'll just have to trust me.'
'Did you come all this way just to not tell me anything?'
'Not at all. It's a Trafalgar thing. I've been trying all sorts of plans but Nelson stubbornly resists surviving. I think I've figured it out, but I need your help.'
'Will this take long?' I asked. 'I've got a lot to do and I have to get home before my mother finds I've left a gorilla in charge of Friday.'
'I think I am right in saying,' replied my father with a smile, 'that this will take no time at all – if you'd prefer, even less!'
21
Victory on the Victory
RAUNCHY ADMIRAL IN LOVE CHILD SHOCK
Our sources can reveal exclusively in this paper that Admiral Lord Nelson, the nations darling and much-decorated war hero, is the father of a daughter with Lady Emma Hamilton, wife of Sir William Hamilton. The affair has been going on for some time, apparently with the full knowledge of both Sir William and lady Nelson, from whom the hero of the Nile is now estranged. Full story, page two; leader, page three; lurid engravings, pages four, seven, and nine; hypocritical moralistic comment, page ten; bawdy cartoon featuring an overweight Lady Hamilton, pages twelve and thirteen. Also in this issue: reports of the French and Spanish defeat at Cape Trafalgar, page thirty-two, column four.
Article in the Portsmouth Penny Dreadful, 28 October 1805
There was a succession of flickering lights and we were on the deck of a fully rigged battleship that heaved in a long swell as the wind gathered in its sails. The deck was scrubbed for action and a sense of expectancy hung over the vessel. We were sailing abreast with two other men-of-war, and to landward a column of French ships sailed on a course that would bring us int
o conflict. Men shouted, the ship creaked, the sails heaved and pennants fluttered in the breeze. We were on board Nelson's flagship, the Victory.
I looked around. High on the quarterdeck stood a group of men, uniformed officers in navy blue jackets, cream breeches and cockade hats. Among them was a smaller man with one arm of his uniform tucked neatly into a jacket festooned with medals and decorations. He couldn't have been a better target if he'd tried.
'It would be hard to miss him,' I breathed.
'We keep telling him that but he's pretty pig-headed about it and won't budge – just says they are military orders and he does not fear to show them to the enemy. Would you like a gobstopper?'
He offered me a small paper bag which I declined. The vessel heeled over again and we watched in silence as the distance between the two ships steadily closed.
'I never get bored of this. See them?'
I followed his gaze to where three people were huddled on the other side of a large coil of rope. One was dressed in the uniform of the ChronoGuard, another was holding a clipboard and the third had what looked like a TV camera on his shoulder.
'Documentary-makers from the twenty-second century,' explained my father, hailing the other ChronoGuard operative. 'Hello, Malcolm, how's it going?'
