Bolitho watched the first lieutenant curiously. He was very tall, so that he had to stoop between the deckhead beams. In his late twenties, but with the experience of a man far older. He and Bolitho wore the same uniform, but they were so far apart they could have been standing on either side of an abyss.

“Soyou’re Bolitho.” The eyes swivelled back towards him above the rim of the goblet. “You have a fair report, in words, that is. Well, this is a frigate, Mr Bolitho, not some overmanned third-rate. I need every officer and man working until this ship, my ship, is ready to weigh.” Another fierce swallow. “So report on deck, if you please. Take the launch and get yourself ashore. You must know the lie of the land around here, eh?” He gave a fleeting smile. “Lead a recruiting party to the west bank and examine those villages. Little, gunner’s mate, will assist. He understands the game. There are some posters you can put up at the inns as you go. We need about twenty sound hands, no rubbish. We are up to full complement, but at the end of a long passage that’s another matter. We shall lose a few, have no doubt of it. Anyway, the captain wants it done.”

Bolitho had been thinking of unpacking, of meeting his companions, of having a meal after the long coach journey from Falmouth.

To settle things quite firmly, Palliser said offhandedly, “This is Tuesday, be back aboard noon on Friday. Don’t lose any of your party, and don’t let them pull the wool over your eyes!”

He banged out of the wardroom, calling for somebody else.

Rhodes appeared in the open door and smiled sympathetically. “Hard luck, Richard. But his manner is rougher than his thoughts. He has picked a good shore-party for you. I’ve known some first lieutenants who would give a new junior a collection of moonstruck felons for company, just to give him hell when he returned.” He winked. “Mr Palliser intends to have a command of his own soon. Bear that in mind at all times as I do, it helps considerably!”