him the once-over.
“I am Dr. Waterhouse of the Royal Society,” Daniel confessed, “a high and mighty title for a sinner, which brings me never so much respect and honor among those who have been seduced by the pleasures and illusions of Vanity Fair.” He threw a glance over his shoulder at London. “You may so address me, if you wish; but to be called ‘Brother Daniel’ would be a higher honor.”
“Then Brother Daniel it is, if thou wouldst return the favor, by knowing me as Brother Norman.”
“Brother Norman, I perceive that thou dost set a continual example of Industry to the men around you who are tempted by the false promises of Slothfulness. All of this I understand—”
“Oh, there are hard workers among us, Brother Daniel, otherwise how could we perform such works as these?”
“Thy point is well taken, Brother Norman, and yet my confusion only worsens; for I have never seen a ship-yard so prodigious, with workers so few; where is everyone?”
“Why, Brother Daniel, I am grieved to inform thee that they are in Hell. Or as close a thing to Hell as there is on this earth.”
Daniel’s first guesses at this riddle were prison or a battlefield but these did not seem likely. He had almost settled on whorehouse when he heard the sound of men erupting into cheers on the far side of Lavender Lane.
“A theatre? No! Bear-baiting,” he guessed.
Brother Norman closed his eyes prayerfully, and nodded.
This outburst of cheering was the signal for several of the men who had been eating to rise up and quit the ship-yard. They ascended the stairs in a bunch, followed at a cautious distance by the two Russians Daniel had noticed earlier. Other than Brother Norman, perhaps half a dozen workers now remained in the entire yard.
“I say,” Daniel exclaimed, “is it Mr. Orney’s custom to suspend all work, in the middle of the day, so that his workers can run off to attend a bloody and disgraceful spectacle? It is a miracle anything gets done in this place.”
“I am Mr. Orney,” Brother Norman said pleasantly.
Forty years ago, Daniel might now have flung himself into the river from sheer mortification. In light of recent months’ events, he knew he would survive this, like it or not. The best he could do was to soldier on. He was more concerned about the waterman who’d brought him here. That man had been listening shrewdly to the exchange, and now looked as if he might topple backward off the pier.
“I do beg your pardon, Brother Norman,” said Daniel.
“Oh, not at all, Brother Daniel, for how are we to come closer to God, if our ears be not open to the criticism of godly brethren?”
“Very true, Brother Norman.”
“Thou mightst never wot, O Son of Drake, what a ridiculous figure thou makest, in thy foppish periwig and whorish clothing, unless I were to lovingly put thee in mind of it.”
Another cheer from beyond Lavender Lane reminded Daniel that, as usual, the unrepentant sinners were having more fun.
“I have acquainted the workers with my views on such entertainments,” Brother Norman continued. “Several of our Brethren are there now, handing out tracts. Only God can save them.”
“I thought you were a rigger,” Daniel said idiotically.
“To be an examplar, in a ship-yard, is to show excellence in all of its tributary trades.”
“I see.”
“The baiting-ring is yonder. Tuppence a head. Enjoy!”
“Oh, no, Brother Norman, I have not come for that.”
“Why hast thou come then, Brother Daniel? Solely to offer me thy opinions as to how I might better look after my affairs? Wouldst thou care to audit my books? The day is young.”
“Splendid of you to offer, but—”
“I am afraid my fingernails are dirty, and might not meet with thine approval, but if thou wouldst come back tomorrow—”
“That is really quite all right, Brother Norman. My father, the smuggler, who employed diverse pirates and Vagabonds, was frequently observed to have a bit of dirt under his nails after we had been up all night loading contraband.”
“Very well, then, how may I be of help to thee, Brother Daniel?”
“By loading these parcels aboard the first of yonder ships that, if God wills it, does set sail for St. Petersburg.”
“This is not a warehouse. I cannot accept responsibility for aught that happens to them while they are stored in my yard.”
“Agreed. The thief who makes off with them is in for bitter disappointment.”
“You must secure the permission of Mr. Kikin.”
“And he is—”
“The short one. Approach Mr. Kikin from directly in front,