world upon a barren rock, and complain unto Heaven.
But now Bligh's downfall might as easily be his own: his one hope of return had been a pardon from the colony's governor, for himself and Temeraire; or at least enough of a good report to reassure those in England whose fears and narrow interest had seen them sent away.
It had always been a scant hope, threadbare; but Jane Roland certainly wished for the return of Britain's one Celestial, when she had Lien to contend with on the enemy's side. Laurence might have some hope that the nearly superstitious fear of the breed which had sprung up, after the dreadful carnage of Lien's attack upon the Navy at the battle of Shoeburyness, was beginning to subside, and cooler minds to regret the impulse which had sent away so valuable a weapon.
At least, so she had written, encouragingly; and had advised him, I may have a prayer of sending the Viceroy to fetch you home, when she has been refit; only for God's sake be obliging to the Governor, if you please; and I will thank you not to make any more great noise of yourself: it would be just as well if there is not a word to be said of you in the next reports from the colony, good or evil, but that you have been meek as milk.
Of that, however, there was certainly no hope, from the moment when Bligh had blotted his lips and thrown down his napkin and said, "I will not mince words, Captain Riley: I hope you see your duty clear under the present circumstances, and you as well, Captain Granby," he added.
This was, of course, to carry Bligh back to Sydney, there to threaten the colony with bombardment or pillage, at which the ringleaders MacArthur and Johnston would be handed over for judgment. "And to be summarily hanged like the mutinous scoundrels they are, I trust," Bligh said. "It is the only possible repair for the harm which they have done: by God, I should like to see their worm-eaten corpses on display a year and more, for the edification of their fellows; then we may have a little discipline again."
"Well, I shan't," Granby had answered, incautiously blunt after the free-flowing wine, "and," he added to Laurence and Riley privately, afterwards, "I don't see as we have any business telling the colony they shall have him back: it seems to me after a fellow has been mutinied against three or four times, there is something to it besides bad luck."
"Then you shall take me aboard," Bligh said, scowling, when Riley had also made his - more polite - refusal. "I will return with you to England, and there present the case directly; so far, I trust, you cannot deny me," he asserted, with some truth: such a refusal would have been most dangerous politically to Riley, whose position was less assured than Granby's, and unprotected by any significant interest. But Bligh's real intention, certainly, was to return not to England but to the colony, in their company and under Riley's protection, with the power meanwhile of continuing his attempts at persuasion however long they should remain there in port.
It was not to be supposed that Laurence could put himself at Bligh's service, in that gentleman's present mood, without at once being ordered to restore him to his office and to turn Temeraire upon the rebels. If such a course might have served Laurence's self-interest, it was wholly inimical to his every feeling. He had allowed himself and Temeraire to be so used once, in the war - by Wellington, against the French invaders, in Britain's greatest extremity; it had still left the blackest taste in his mouth, and he would never again so submit.
Yet equally, if Laurence put himself at the service of the New South Wales Corps, he became nearly an assistant to mutiny. It required no great political gifts to know this was of all accusations the one which he could least afford to sustain, and the one which would be most readily believed and seized upon by his enemies and Temeraire's, to deny them any hope of return.
"I do not see the difficulty; there is no reason why you should surrender to anyone," Temeraire said obstinately, when Laurence had in some anxiety raised the subject with him aboard ship as they made the trip from Van Diemen's Land to Sydney: the last leg of their long voyage, which Laurence formerly would have