“In passing, perhaps,” Lewrie told him, “though I doubt that she’d care overly much. He treated her callously, the damned swine.”

“In that regard, Captain Lewrie, as you are in a great many things, you are a very fortunate man,” Mountjoy gravely praised him. “Take joy for as long as orders, and circumstances, let you.”

“Thankee for the sentiment, Mountjoy, and I intend to,” Lewrie told him. “Well, now I’ve shed my anger, I’ll be off. Let me know if there’s anything in the works along your line I could help with.”

*   *   *

Harbour-guard work? Work my men up t’man gunboats? Lord! he thought as he strolled the quayside. He wondered how long that training would take, before he could get his ship back to sea for some of those nuisance cruises, how would he man his ship short-handed if he had to leave a sizable portion in port while he was away, and where could the men left behind be lodged without a ship? He could use the prison hulk, the old Guerrier, for a temporary barracks, but she was arsehole to elbow with Spanish and French prisoners, already, and the sicknesses that arose so readily in the hulks could kill half of them in a fortnight!

Christ, I’ll have t’be nice to Captain Middleton! he thought; All co-operative and full o’ suggestions about armin’ the damned gunboats! I’ll have t’be helpful!

That picture was just too dreadful to be contemplated. He had lost, and it irked him sorely; lost his boats, lost the transport, lost the troops, and lost his mission, reduced to being a temporary Senior Naval Officer Present, again.

Has its compensations, though, he realised, feeling a burst of whimsy; There’s Maddalena, for as long as the Navy lets that last.

He spun about from approaching the quays to take a boat out to Sapphire and set off with a purposeful stride for her lodgings, trotted up the stairs, and knocked on the door. A long minute later, and the lock was opened, and the door swung open.

“Alan! Meu querido!” Maddalena said with a surprised but instantly happy smile on her face. “So early! Come in! I was washing my hair, so excuse the way I…!”

She was clad in her dressing gown, her long, dark hair up in a towel wrap, damp underneath all from a sponge bath, and wisps of her hair wetly clinging to him as he swept her into his arms and kissed her, lifted her off her feet, and danced her round the room.

“Uhmm, what is this for, Alan?” she breathlessly asked, laughing in delight.

“Thought I’d take you out to dine, Maddalena,” Lewrie told her, leaning back a bit to savour the joy in her eyes. “Catch you before you started cooking anything, and enjoy a long, delicious dinner with you. Sound good to you?”

“Oh, yes! I would love it! I will wear my new gown, it’s the pale blue one,” Maddalena happily agreed. “I hope you will like it.”

“I’d like you in anything, Maddalena,” Lewrie vowed.

“Let me dry my hair and change,” she said, slipping away, with her hands trailing down his coat sleeves to his fingers as if loath to be separated, then almost danced behind her screen to complete her preparations. “There is wine in the cooling bucket,” she offered.

Lewrie lifted the bottle from the water bucket and poured himself a glass, then wandered round the lodgings, a grin on his face.

“Hallo, bird,” he said to the warbler in its cage, waggling fingers to lure it to the bars. “Hallo, Precious,” he said to the kitten, and tossed the cork for a toy, which got pounced and footballed in a twinkling.

“Honey, I’m home!” he whispered, immensely pleased with Life, for as long as the good parts lasted, at least.

Also by Dewey Lambdin

The King’s Coat

The French Admiral

The King’s Commission

The King’s Privateer

The Gun Ketch

H.M.S. Cockerel

A King’s Commander

Jester’s Fortune

King’s Captain

Sea of Grey

Havoc’s Sword

The Captain’s Vengeance

A King’s Trade

Troubled Waters

The Baltic Gambit

King, Ship, and Sword

The Invasion Year

Reefs and Shoals

Hostile Shores

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

DEWEY LAMBDIN is the author of nineteen previous Alan Lewrie novels. A member of the U.S. Naval Institute and a Friend of the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich, England, he spends his free time working and sailing. He makes his home in Nashville, Tennessee, but would much prefer Margaritaville or Murrells Inlet.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

THE KING’S MARAUDER. Copyright © 2014 by Dewey Lambdin. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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Maps copyright © 2014 by Cameron Macleod James

Cover design by Elsie Lyons

Cover photographs: A Naval Engagement, by Francois Musin (1820–88), Fine Art Photographic Library, London/Art Resource, NY; compass and paper © Tischenko Irina/Shutterstock.com

ISBN 978-1-250-03005-4 (hardcover)

ISBN 978-1-250-03004-7 (e-book)

e-ISBN 9781250030047

First Edition: February 2014