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sorry for this one。
Here came the sun； peeping between two Swedish hills as they opened up the valley。 It was full daylight； with every promise of a fine day。 The minute warmth of the sun； as the shadow of the mizzen…rigging ran across the quarter…deck； suddenly awoke in Hornblower the knowledge that he was stiff and chilled with having made himself stand still so long。 He took a turn or two along the quarter…deck； restoring his circulation； and the fresh knowledge was borne in upon him that he wanted his breakfast。 Glamorous visions of steaming cups of coffee danced momentarily in his mind's eye； and it was with a sense of acute disappointment that he remembered that； with the ship cleared for action and all fires out； there was no chance of hot food at all。 So acute was the disappointment that he realized guiltily that his six months ashore had made him soft and self…indulgent； it was with positive distaste that he contemplated the prospect of breakfasting off biscuit and cold meat； and washing them down with ship's water which already had obviously been kept a long time in cask。
The thought reminded him of the men standing patiently at their guns。 He wished Bush would remember about them； too。 Hornblower could not possibly interfere in the details of the internal management of the ship … he would do more harm than good if he were to try … but he yearned to give the orders which were running through his mind。 He tried for a moment to convey his wishes to Bush telepathically； but Bush seemed unreceptive； just as Hornblower expected。 He walked over to the lee side as though to get a better view of the Swedish coast； stopping within two yards of Bush。
〃Sweden still seems to be neutral；〃 he said； casually。
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃We shall know better when we reach Hven … God knows how one's supposed to pronounce that。 We must pass close under the guns there； the fairway's that side。〃
〃Yes； sir； I remember。〃
〃But there's nearly an hour before we e to it。 I shall have a bite of breakfast brought to me here。 Will you join me； Captain？〃
〃Thank you； sir。 I shall be delighted。〃
An invitation of that sort from a modore was as good as a mand to a captain。 But Bush was far too good an officer to dream of eating food when his men could not do so。 Hornblower could see in his face his struggle against his nervous but impractical desire to have his crew at their guns every moment of this tense time； Bush； after all； was new to mand and found his responsibility heavy。 But good sense won him over in the end。
〃Mr Hurst。 Dismiss the watch below。 Half an hour for them to get their breakfast。〃
That was exactly the order Hornblower had wanted him to give … but the pleasure at having brought it about did not in Hornblower's mind counterbalance the annoyance at having had to make a bit of casual conversation； and now there would have to be polite small talk over the breakfast。 The tense silence of the ship at quarters changed to the bustle of dismissing the watch； Bush bawled orders for chairs and a table to be brought up to the quarter…deck； and fussed over having them set up just where the modore would like them。 A glance from Hornblower to Brown sufficed to spread the table with the delicacies suitable for the occasion which Brown could select from the stores Barbara had sent on board … the best hard bread money could buy； butter in a stone crock； not nearly rancid yet； strawberry jam； a heavily smoked ham； a smoked mutton ham from an Exmoor farm； Cheddar and Stilton cheese； potted char。 Brown had had a brilliant idea； and squeezed some of the dwindling store of lemons for lemonade in order to disguise the flavour of the ship's water； he knew that Hornblower was quite incapable of drinking beer； even small beer； at breakfast time … and beer was the only alternative。
Bush ran an appreciative eye over the loaded table； and at Hornblower's invitation sat down with appetite。 Bush had been poor； too； most of his life； with a host of indigent female relations dependent on his pay。 He was not yet surfeited with luxury。 But Hornblower's characteristic cross…grainedness had got the better of him； he had wanted coffee； and he could not have coffee； and so he wanted nothing at all。 Even lemonade was a mere mockery； he ate resentfully。 It seemed to him that Bush； spreading potted char liberally on a biscuit and eating with all the appetite one might expect of him after a night on deck； was doing so deliberately to annoy him。 Bush cocked an eye at him across the table and thought better of his first idea of making an appreciative ment on the food。 If his queer modore chose to be in a bad mood it was best to leave him to it … Bush was better than a wife； thought Hornblower； his acute perceptions noting the gesture。
Hornblower pulled out his watch as a reminder to Bush of the next thing to be done。
〃Call the watch below。 Dismiss the watch on deck for breakfast；〃 ordered Bush。
It was strange … dramatic； presumably； would be the right word … to be sitting here in this Baltic sunshine； breakfasting at leisure while no more than three miles away the hordes of the tyrant of Europe could only gaze at them impotently。 Brown was offering cigars； Bush cut the end off his with the big sailor's clasp…knife which he brought out of a side pocket； and Brown brought the smouldering slow match from the tub beside the quarter…deck carronades to give them a light。
Hornblower breathed in the smoke luxuriously and found it impossible to maintain his evil humour； now with the sun shining； his cigar drawing well； and the advanced guard of a million French soldiers three miles distant。 The table was whipped away from between them and he stretched his legs。 Even Bush did the same … at least； he sat farther back instead of perching on the edge of his chair； his wooden leg stuck out straight before him although the other one remained decorously bent。 The Nonsuch was still thrashing along gloriously under plain sail； heeling a little to the wind； with the green sea creaming joyously under her bows。 Hornblower pulled at his cigar again in strange spiritual peace。 After his recent discontent it was like the unbelievable cessation of toothache。
〃Hven nearly within random shot； sir；〃 reported the first lieutenant。
〃Call all hands to quarters；〃 ordered Bush； with a glance at Hornblower。
But Hornblower sat on tranquilly。 He felt suddenly quite certain that the guns on Hven would not open fire； and he did not want to throw away ungratefully the cigar which had served him so well。 Bush took a second glance at him and decided to sit still too。 He hardly deigned to spare a glance for Hven as it came up under the lee bow and passed away under the lee quarter。 Hornblower thought of Saltholm and Amager lying ahead； that would be the time of greatest danger； for both islands were in Danish hands and the twelve…fathom channel passed between them and close to both of them。 But there was plenty of time to finish this cigar。 It was with sincere regret that he drew the last puff； rose slowly to his feet； and sauntered to the lee rail to pitch the end carefully overside。
The sudden swoop of his squadron in the grey dawn had taken the Elsinore garrison by surprise； but there could be no surprise for Saltholm and Amager。 They could see his ships in this clear weather a dozen miles away； and the gunners would have ample time to make all preparations to receive them。 He looked ahead down the line of vessels。
〃Make a signal to Moth；〃 he snapped over his shoulder。 〃'Keep better station'。〃
If the line were to straggle it would be the longer exposed to fire。 The land was in plain sight through his glass； it was lucky that Saltholm was low…lying so that its guns had only poor mand。 Copenhagen must be only just out of sight； below the horizon to starboard。 Vickery was taking Lotus exactly down the course Hornblower had laid down for him in his orders。 There was the smoke bursting out from Saltholm。 There was the boom of the guns … a very irregular salvo。 He could see no sign of damage to the ships ahead。 Lotus was firing back； he doubted if her popgun nine…pounders could hit at that range； but the smoke might help to screen her。 All Saltholm was covered with smoke now； a