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Peto nodded, and raised his hand in thanks.

Flowerdew had no wish to intrude on the moment; there would be time enough to get back into the old routine. He placed the cup in Peto’s hand, and left the cabin quietly.

Peto reached inside his coat and took out Elizabeth’s letter. He had placed it between the leather binding of an old copy of Steel’s
Mastmaking, Sailmaking and Rigging,
from which he had removed the pages, and wrapped it in an oilskin. Even thus preserved, the letter bore the signs of much consultation.

Horningsham,
28th March 1827
My dear Captain Peto,
Let me at once say that I accept your offer of marriage with the very greatest delight. I perfectly understand that you were not able to travel to Wiltshire, and I am only content that you did not delay until you were able to do so. For my part, I should have wished at once to accept, but you will understand that I felt a certain obligation to my brother, though I could never have doubted his approval.
I am so very happy too at your news of command,
though I shall confess also that my happiness is tempered considerably by the thought that H.M.S. Prince Rupert is taking you so very distant. But that is the way of things, and you may be assured that I shall never be a jealous wife where your ship is concerned!
I am so very proud, too, that your command is to be in the Mediterranean, not only for its healthiness and beauty but because I believe it a very noble thing that we should assist the Greeks in their endeavours to shake off the Ottoman yoke. You will, of course, be now daily in my prayers – I think I may say
constantly
– and they will be for your safe and speedy return.
My father will make the usual arrangements for the notice of our betrothal, which I must trust shall be to your liking.
I hasten to close this, though I would write so very much more were there the time, for the express boy is come even now, and trust that you shall receive it before you sail.
Your ever affectionate
Elizabeth Hervey.

Peto read it a second time, and then a third. It was the first letter in a female hand that he had ever received. He had no certainty of the tone or convention, but he considered it the warmest expression of esteem. How different it felt – strangely different – taking to sea with a wife awaiting his return (he already imagined her in the Norfolk drawing room): his world was no longer wholly wooden, sea-girt and male.

He folded the letter, replaced it between the bindings, wrapped it in the oilskin and put it back in his pocket. As he did so he thought again of Elizabeth’s sisterly duty – so admirable a thing – and then the object of that duty, and wondered how was his friend in southern waters. Perhaps – his new command notwithstanding – he might even envy him a little, for would not Hervey have more prospects of the smell of black powder than would he himself in the Ionian? The native tribes of the Cape Colony would know no better than to chance against His Majesty’s land forces; but the Turk must know that he could have no fight at sea with a first-class naval power. And certainly not
three
such powers, now that it was Russia and France bound in by formal treaty. The Ionian mission would indeed be a noble one, but it would in essence be an affair of display – a show of force, a demonstration. It would be his old friend who heard the sound of the guns, not he.

XXI

REPORTS AND RETURNS

Cape Town, 23 November

The onset of summer at the Cape, with fine weather for shooting and drill, was on the one hand most welcome: the Rifles were becoming the handiest of troops. Yet Hervey chafed at the enforced inactivity of his dragoons, whose days were spent breaking remounts. It was true that in drill the Rifles were by no means in advance of them, but as regular cavalry shipped with their own horses, E Troop should have been at duty already for the best part of three months.

When the time came – two months after returning from the frontier – for Hervey to submit his first report as detachment commander to Lord Holderness in Hounslow, he was at least relieved that the end of the Troop’s incapacity was at hand.

E Troop Detachment,
H.M. 6th Light Dragoons,
Cape Colony.
23rd November 1827
To The Rt. Hon. The Earl of Holderness,
Commanding Officer,
H.M. 6th Light Dragoons,
Hounslow.
Sir,
I have the honour to submit this my report for the first three months of the detachment’s duty at the Cape, as required by Standing Orders. Returns and accounts are attached herewith.
Shortly upon disembarking, the troop’s horses were afflicted with a most virulent disease thought to be habitually present in these parts, which no quarantine was able to prevent since its nature is not properly understood. I regret to have to inform Your Lordship that in spite of the best efforts of Veterinary Surgeon Kirwan fifty-three horses succumbed to the fever. Goodish remounts have been obtained locally, however, and these are now fully trained, but the troop has been unable to take part in the active operations foreseen by General Bourke when he requested a reinforcement. These shall begin shortly and take the form of patrols along the eastern
frontier of the Cape, which is called Kaffraria, and some punitory expeditions into the territory of the Xhosa, who are the native people of this part of the colony. I must observe, however, that the country is not entirely advantageous to cavalry, where it is frequently impossible to form line and to maintain it, and I have given it as my opinion to General Bourke that the Corps of Mounted Riflemen, which are now formed and ready to take to the field under their own officers, shall likely be a better force to employ in this work. This we may soon observe, and General Bourke has expressed himself entirely content that if the Rifles are steady and capable then he will release the Troop Detachment to return to England, for it is ever a draw on his resources, which accounts are already in deficit.
I regret to have to inform Your Lordship also that five men have died of disease or injury since our arriving. I have, with Your Lordship’s presumed permission, authorized promotion in acting rank, of Corporal Wainwright to serjeant, and others, minor, as detailed in the attachments…

The report continued for three more sheets of foolscap, with a further four of attachments. Hervey hoped it would be deemed adequate. Not knowing his commanding officer, he found it difficult to be sure what matters might be regarded as trifling. Lord Holderness would know none of the detachment by name and perhaps next to nothing about the Cape and its condition. Of future dispositions and manoeuvres Hervey could, in truth, say very little, for these were to be of a speculative nature – patrolling, and the recovery of cattle. There was, still, no very clear understanding of what the Xhosa intended (if they intended anything at all). Despite what Gaika had promised when his son had been returned to him, his tribesmen had continued almost without let to cross the Keiskama to hunt, and of late had begun crossing the Fish again, so that the frontier settlers were once more reporting cattle losses. Fort Willshire had had to request reinforcements, and twice Colonel Somerset had travelled to Graham’s Town to judge the situation for himself. Hervey found he could bear the absence easily.

General Bourke on the other hand, when he returned from St Helena in the middle of October, Hervey found to be a straightforward man, but much preoccupied with administration and the business of accounts. Hervey was sorry for him. It was clear that the War Office had set him the most stringent economies, and that his future depended on them. Hervey wished never for general rank if it meant being an actuary in a red coat.

Colonel Somerset had no difficulty persuading General Bourke that the Xhosa would soon make war on the colony. Or rather, he had no difficulty persuading him of the possibility – and, as the frontier defences stood, of the unfavourable outcome. So persuaded, it was the general’s duty to alert the lieutenant-governor to the danger, and to set in hand the appropriate measures.

Hervey was not persuaded, however. Or rather, Edward Fairbrother was not, and it was Fairbrother’s opinion for which he had the greater regard. They had indeed become firm friends, and Hervey had arranged for him to exchange on to full pay as supernumerary captain in the Mounted Rifles.

Throughout November memoranda had travelled backwards and forwards like petitions in the Court of Chancery: Hervey to Bourke, Bourke to Somerset, Somerset to Bourke, Bourke to Somervile, Somervile to Hervey, Hervey to Somervile, Somervile to Bourke. Until in the end the lieutenant-governor felt himself thoroughly apprised of both the arguments and the plaintiffs, and that a colonial council was the appropriate means of resolving the dispute.

‘I thought it better to hold the council here rather than in chancellery,’ he said as General Bourke took the coffee cup from the tray which the khitmagar held ready at the door of the residence’s library. ‘I have asked Colonel Hervey to attend, and I beg you would forgive me if it is amiss, for if the troop of cavalry is to return to England not so very long from now, and he with it, I would have him give as much an account there of our deliberations as possible.’

‘Eminently reasonable, Sir Eyre,’ said Bourke, unperturbed. ‘As I informed you, there will be no need of a lieutenant-colonel in the Rifles once they are formed into independent companies. I myself would not have wished it, but the state of the military accounts …’ He shook his head.

‘And I have asked, too, Captain Fairbrother. I believe it would be apt if he were to hear our deliberations, since I might wish him for an interpreter at a later date.’

The general’s countenance remained the same: if the lieutenant-governor could be accommodating in the matter of military economies, then he himself could overlook an irregularity of military protocol. ‘It is your prerogative, Lieutenant-Governor. You will not, I imagine, be asking for their opinion on military matters on which I should be obliged to give mine on a par.’

‘No, indeed, certainly not! Only their opinion of the peril we face. Yours is the military opinion on which I must act.’

The show of mild dismay was effective: the general nodded. ‘Of course.’ He drained his cup and took another.

Somervile now sought to be confidential. ‘You are aware, are you not, of all the changes in government?’ (On the sudden death of the prime minister in August there had been comings and goings.)

‘I may not be. Huskisson has War and the Colonies, as I understand.’

‘You understand right.’ The former President of the Board of Trade was now Secretary of State for the War and Colonial Department. ‘Palmerston remains at the War Office, and Anglesey at the Ordnance.’

‘And has Peel returned?’

‘No. It is Lansdowne who has the Home department.’ ‘Capital.’ General Bourke was of the opinion that no good would come of things as long as Peel and those like him were opposed to giving the Catholics their relief. ‘He’d stand in the last ditch outside Dublin.’

Somervile half smiled. ‘Ah yes, Catholic Emancipation. Which reminds me, the amendment to the Slave Ordnance…’

General Bourke looked at him intently, and not a little suspiciously.

‘I take note of your memorandum,’ said the lieutenant-governor.

‘You mean you will delay its promulgation?’

‘If we conclude this morning that action is necessary then I fear I have no alternative.’

Bourke looked satisfied. ‘It is, of course, a civil judgement, but the military consequences are of concern to me. We should have to call out the burghers of Graaff Reinet and Uitenhage first, and they’re among the biggest slave owners. It wouldn’t do to embitter them now.’

Somervile nodded, reluctantly: it was a damnable thing to play with men’s liberty like this – and, for that matter, to play false with the burghers so.

The khansamah appeared. ‘The council is assembled, sahib.’

Somervile smiled his thank-you. ‘Well, General, shall we to our council of …
war,
I am tempted to say?’

An hour they sat in council. They heard the reports from the frontier landdrosts, which the colonial secretary had collected, all of which spoke of intolerable levels of predation. Colonel Somerset, as commandant of the frontier, gave his military assessment: without calling out the auxiliaries there was nothing more that could be done with the forces at his disposal.

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