Bethune must have told him, or the First Lord.
Adam stared past him at the overcast sky. He could see them now, as if it had only just happened. Bethune and Sillitoe staring each other down. The hatred, and something that was stronger than both of them.
He said, "She's free now, sir."
He looked over at the clerk. The pens were still in their standish. Unused.
He said quietly, "What of Sillitoe, sir?"
Grenville's shoulders lifted slightly.
"Others, far higher than their lordships, will have the disposal of him. Be sure of that. "He turned and regarded him steadily. "And what of you, Bolitho? Do you have plans?"
Adam was on his feet without realizing it. "Another ship, sir. "Like all those others in that waiting room. Refusing to admit any doubt.
Grenville looked at a clock on the mantel as it chimed delicately. He pulled out his watch, as if it were a signal. The clerk had risen from the desk and his eyes were on the door.
Grenville smiled, but his eyes gave nothing away.
"I heard that you intend to be married?"
"IЦ am hopingЦ "He stared down as Grenville seized his hand. The fingers were like iron.
"Then do it. Bless you both. "He turned away. "Be patient, Bolitho. A ship will come."
The door was open, and instinct told him another visitor was waiting for an audience with this man, so frail and so powerful.
Always on call to the First Lord himself; he would forget this meeting before that clock chimed again.
He saw that Grenville had turned his back on the door and was looking directly at him. He could feel the force of his gaze like something physical.
He said, "I hold a certain authority here in Admiralty. Some would describe it as influence. But I have never forgotten the truths that make a sailor. "He gestured around the room, dismissing it. "To walk my own deck, to hear the wind's voice above and around meЦ nothing can or will replace that. "He shook his head, impatient or embarrassed. "I had to know, Bolitho, to be certain. Now be off with you. The chief clerk will take care of your requirements."