The Accident

From his high garret window in his father's little country house, Horatio heard the sounds of horses on the flagstone path that led to the very door of the cottage. Must be gentry, he thought angrily. Only gentry would be so rude as to ride practically into a man's home rather than dismounting in the yard and walking up to the front steps.

"Open up! There's been an accident! Come out immediately!"

Always shouting for the doctor as if he were just another servant! Horatio slammed his book shut. He shoved his arms into his naval lieutenant's jacket and ran down the stairs, two at a time. He reached the door just as his father stepped from his small surgery, closing the inner door. Horatio heard the faint sounds of a mother weeping and a baby crying weakly.

"Well, who is it, son?" the older man asked calmly, gesturing toward the door being shaken by what seemed like a dozen pounding fists.

"I'll see to them, Father. And I'll see them off if they are crying wolf for nothing."

"Calm yourself, Horatio. Every man's pain is difficult for his kin to bear. And no parent is calm when his child is injured. Let us see what sort of accident has befallen one of our neighbors."

Doctor Hornblower opened the door and several men dressed in red coats immediately grabbed him. They babbled questions at him and pointed toward a man sitting on a fine horse. In front of the soldier, cradled in his arms, was an officer by the look of the gold lace on his coat. His face and hands were wrapped in wet bandages torn from linen shirts. The man appeared senseless.

Horatio walked quickly up to the slim soldier on the horse. He reached up to take the injured man. Then he recognized the soldier. It was Sergeant Billy Scathelock. Gads, the officer had to be Colonel Edrington. It was impossible to see his features. His entire face was swathed in linen.

With great care, Horatio took his friend into his arms. A few groans told him the Colonel was alive and breathing. There was not much blood on his clothes. Only the strong smell of burnt powder and black stains on his uniform. Doctor Hornblower beckoned two soldiers to carry the man inside. Horatio, at first, didn't want anyone to touch him.

Scathelock knelt beside him now and out spilled the tale. "A musket, sir, she misfired. Bloody new recruit charged it with too much powder. The Colonel was standing behind him just as he fired. Can't say I'm sad the man's dead. Our poor Colonel. The villagers said to coome 'ere. Is 'e yer dad, then?"

"Yes he is, Sergeant," Horatio answered mildly, understanding the soldier's concerns. "Come along, you two," he said gruffly to the waiting troopers. "Support his head like this and you, take his legs gently if you please." Horatio, in command, managed to remain calm.

Some of the soldiers were setting up a campsite to the right of the house. Several horses were cropping the grass, trampling the herb garden and heading toward the orchard.

Jumping to his feet and then pulling the sergeant up, Horatio shouted "You there! Get those horses into the paddock and away from our apple trees. This is Kent, not France! Go to the kitchen door at the back of the house. Cook will see to all of you. You may sleep in the barn tonight as long as no one lights a pipe inside."

"I'll see they follow yer orders, Mr. Hornblower, sir. An' I'd be pleased if you'd see to our Colonel."

"Of course, Sergeant. I'll tend to him myself."

Inside the surgery, Horatio washed his hands. Then he began to help his father remove the thick cloth bandages from the man's face.

"Your eyes are better than mine, son. Use the scalpel. First, make sure he's able to breathe. Then dampen the cloth with a little saline solution. There's no way to lessen the pain. When it's too much for him, he'll faint. We must clean the burns and wrap them again in clean cloth."

As Horatio worked, he whispered to his father, "His face will be scarred, won't it?"

The older man responded in quiet honesty, "It won't matter to him. He's probably been blinded."

Horatio paused and stared at his father. A gasp escaped him. He exclaimed, "Oh no!"

The doctor continued working, replying philosophically to his agitated son, "We can only hope for the best, Horatio."

The patient groaned and tried to escape the tortuous unwrapping by tossing his head from side to side.

"Hold him steady, son. And quiet now. He may be able to hear us."  

Behind the thick, wet bandages, Colonel Edrington gnawed at his lip. As if through a dense layer of cotton he heard the voices around him. The musket blast that burned his face, deafened him too. He tried to move, but heavy hands had held him still. He tried to shift his head from side to side but he was caught inside a great cloth net. His eyes refused to water. Grit the size of pebbles ground at his eye sockets. The longing to scratch out his organs of sight was irresistible. Never before had he experienced pain so fierce. The memory of the fiery blast scorched him over and over. Then he felt firm long fingers gripping the sides of his head. A familiar voice soothed him. He felt cold liquid flood his eyes. Slowly the cloth was being stripped. The reassuring voice lulled him away from the pain and he seemed to slip beneath the waves into the cold sea.  

"He's fainted, Father."

"Good. He'll be spared some of the pain. Quickly, take off the rest of the bandages and flush his eyes with a full beaker of salt water. Yes, that's the way. Hold his head to the side a little and pour away. Watch that his nostrils remain clear. At least, his lungs were not damaged by the fire. Such poor souls have little hope."

"How's the hand?"

"Not too bad. And I think he even managed to shield his face a little. After we clean him up, we'll be able to make a more accurate prognosis. How are you feeling? It is always more difficult when the injured man is your friend, isn't it?"

"I'm all right, Dad."

"Aye, that's why you're so talkative."

Frowning in concentration, Horatio nimbly lifted off the bandages, uncovering the blackened flesh. Amazingly the delicately upturned, noble nose was unbroken amid the devastation of the once comely face. His lordship's warm peach cheeks were purple and swollen. The man's thick and arching eyebrows, the most noticeable of his aristocratic features, had been blasted away. Worst of all, the eyes--his bright, engaging eyes were ruined, most likely, beyond healing. Tears came to Horatio's dark eyes. He sniffed loudly and his father stepped a bit closer.  

"Call in one of his lads to help hold him."

Horatio nearly bumped the door into Sergeant Billy Scathelock who waited just outside. The rangy, swaggering youth was nervous inside the surgery. He stared at everything suspiciously. Only after a thorough hand washing, Dr. Hornblower gave the wary, young sergeant his instructions.

"Grip your commander's shoulder firmly now. And, hold this glass just above the right eye. Hold it steady, lad. And don't be afraid."

Sergeant Billy bent to his task. Horatio saw a lock of dark gold hair fall onto the youth's wide, furrowed forehead. He blew a breath upward in a futile effort to send it back. Horatio couldn't help noticing how his green eyes shifted from one instrument to the next as the doctor fastened clamps to the injured man's eyelids. Cruel devices they seemed but necessary. Beads of sweat trickled down the young man's face. Even so, he held the magnifying glass in an iron grip.

After opening the patient's eye, Dr. Hornblower sat on a low stool and with long thin forceps, began removing grain by grain the debris in the Colonel's right eye. From time to time, Horatio dripped saltwater onto the surface of the eyeball. He winced as the poor injured man tried to blink. Cruel looking hooks held his eyelids open. Through it all, the doctor's kind old voice reassured the patient and strong young hands gripped his shoulders.

The left eye was not as bad as the right. Afterward, both eyes were bandaged. The burned skin of the Colonel's face was dressed with a soothing lotion and carefully covered too. The procedure took nearly two hours and happily, for most of it, Colonel Edrington was insensible

After his father left the room, Horatio held his friend's uninjured hand while Sergeant Scathelock cradled his head. Whenever he felt a little strength in the grip, Horatio spoke to the injured man. No answering words yet. Finally, he leaned over and kissed his friend's swollen cheek. Then, Horatio trickled a few drops of laudanum on the patient's tongue, which sent him into a drugged sleep.

Horatio whispered, "Rest, my friend. We'll be nearby."

Horatio tapped Billy's shoulder and the young man looked up. His bright green eyes were streaming with tears and he shook his head, not wanting to leave his post as his officer's bodyguard.

"Come, Bill," Horatio ordered mildly. "We must see to the rest of his men. He'll sleep and we'll do our duty."

"I've failed in my duty. It should 'ave been me, blinded, sir. Nah 'im!"

"No one can change what's happened. We must go on. He'd want us to, wouldn't he?"

"If there's anything yer father can do... "E can even take my eyes!"

"The offer is noble but such a thing cannot be done. Come, Sergeant, let's inspect the quarters your men have arranged for themselves. I'll not abide thieving."

"My lads know better than ta take from a friend. None of 'em's starvin' yet, sir."

"Even so, our piglets are tempting and our eggs are plentiful." Sergeant Billy did not seem eager to move. He looked down at his Colonel swathed in fresh bandages and bitter tears filled his eyes again.

Horatio coaxed a little more, "Come on. He'll sleep a little here and then we'll move him to a bedroom upstairs. Let's see what Cook has planned for supper, eh?"

"If I 'ave yer word that 'e's goin' ta be all right."

"He won't die. I promise I'll do all I can to make him well again."

"Well, that's somethin', I suppose."

Leading the sergeant through the house, Horatio stopped at the kitchen to speak with Cook about the dinner. She was baking more bread and Molly her little girl was stirring a large pot of thick soup. A basket of apples and a bowl of eggs, butter and cream from the dairy, all waited to be turned into pastries. It looked like plenty of food.

Billy put his hand on Horatio's arm. "'Ere, sir," he said quietly. "For the vittles." Then he dropped two golden guineas into the naval officer's palm.

"That won't be necessary, Sergeant."

"The Colonel insists we pays, sir."

"The sum is far more than the value of the food."

"When we've worn out our welcome, I'll gives yer more."

"I see. Well then, Cook will take the money and buy more provisions. I'll send her husband to the neighbors. Someone must have a ham or three in the smokehouse."

"I can send one or two of the lads to 'elp with the loadin', sir."

"And, it might be best if we change one of these guineas into silver to ease the task of purchasing. Our neighbors are not rich."

Within the hour, the carthorse was hitched to the wagon and the foraging party set out to the nearby farms. Horatio and Billy checked the barn and made sure the men would be comfortable and safe for the night. At four, Cook served tea in the rose garden. The men, onetime thieves and poachers, acted like choirboys sipping from the fine china cups. Billy glared at any man who did not show the proper respect for the doctor's home. They were hard men, Horatio thought, but it made them good soldiers.

Horatio wondered if Oldroyd and Styles would drink tea as daintily. Matthews was a civil man, a good husband and father. In a fine suit of clothes, he could pass for a clerk or even a lawyer. Styles was another matter altogether. A cheeky renegade and probably a murderer before he went to sea. Still, his violent nature made him valuable when the enemy was boarding.

Oldroyd was a farm lad, Horatio guessed. He'd fit into the harness behind the plow in any of the surrounding fields. If Father needed a hand at the house, Oldroyd would suit. Bears discussing, Horatio thought as he watched his father bend stiffly to pull a few weeds from among his roses.

"How's our patient, Father?" Horatio asked.

"Sleeping again. I moved him to the sofa in the surgery."

"By yourself?"

"Oh, he can walk. And, he was dreaming, I think. Gentle as a lamb, he is."

Horatio thanked his father for the news and hurried off to find Sergeant Scathelock. After finishing their tea, the redcoats had gone back to the barn where Horatio found them. The agile young sergeant was wresting with a few of the men. They stood at attention when Lieutenant Hornblower approached and Billy stood up and dusted himself off. He moved with the supple grace of a jungle cat, confident of his own strength, yet wary of his surroundings.

Billy's rough beauty was striking as he stared at Horatio. A beam of light filtered through the planks of the barn, illuminating the man's blond head and making him appear suddenly like the Avenging Angel.

"Good news, men," Horatio announced cheerfully. "Your Colonel is resting comfortably. He was able to walk a few steps to his bed and he may even join us for supper. You are all to be complimented for bringing him here so quickly. He has an even chance for recovery."

Sergeant Scathelock spoke up as soon as Horatio finished his little speech. "Three cheers for the good doctor and 'is fine soon."

The men shouted loudly and Horatio blushed. Then, the sergeant ordered a round of best brandy in celebration. The redcoats capered like great puppies at the happy news. Horatio accepted a sip from the sergeant's cup and then asked for a few moments in private.

"Do you think the Colonel will want to remain here or be transferred to an army hospital?"

""E must stay 'ere, sir."

"Of course, it that's his wish. But, has it occurred to you that he may wish to go home to his wife and family? Until he can see again, he'll be on the inactive list."

"'E'll not be 'appy at 'ome, sir."

"Let's discuss it with him. He's capable of such decisions."

When they arrived back at the surgery, they found Colonel Edrington sitting up inspecting his bandages with his uninjured left hand. At the sound of the door, his head turned.

"Who is there?" he demanded.

"Jus' me, sir," the Sergeant said softly, "an' Mr. 'Ornblower, sir."

"Ah good, come in Billy. And, I thought I recognized your voice, Horatio! By what good fortune are you here enjoying my bad fortune?"

"I'm here visiting my father."

"The country doctor?"

"The same, my lord."

"So he's the one who has been torturing me?"

"I'm afraid so. And to make matters worse, I'm guilty too. Are you in much pain?"

"Excruciating agony, sir."

"I can give you more laudanum."

"Not just yet. I want to know if I'm going to live."

"Of course you are, my lord." Horatio replied, a little confused at Lord Edrington's question.

"Will I see again?"

"We don't know, sir."

"A clever answer, Horatio. Worthy of a naval officer. Yet, I need to know my chances. Your dear father was not so hopeful."

"Colonel Edrington, my lord, please be patient. Give yourself a day or two of rest and a month or so to heal."

"How can I rest, Horatio. I can't even weep at my misfortune."

Horatio bit his lip. All at once he recognized shock and despair. Colonel Edrington threw back his head and struck the back of the sofa where he reclined. He began to claw at his face. Billy stepped up and grabbed his hands, careful of the injured one.

Edrington settled a little. Then he ordered in a cold voice, "Sergeant, bring me my pistol."

"Whatever for, sir?" Horatio asked, his voice strained because he knew by the ache in his stomach that his friend intended to kill himself.

"I'll not wait through this hellish suffering to discover in a month that I'm an invalid. I have my pride."

Horatio took a deep breath. Then he said, "Please, my lord. Hear me out."

Horatio sat down on the sofa next to the injured man. He slipped off his jacket and rolled up the sleeve on his left arm. He placed the Colonel's fingers on his wrist and moved them slowly up toward the bend of his elbow.

"Do you feel the scar?"

"Yes."

"Once, not so long ago, I decided that death was better than dishonor. I slashed my wrist and nearly bled to death rather than face the gallows. I told myself that my pride was at stake. In reality, I was afraid. Because of my selfish action, I nearly killed a man who loves me deeply. I caused great suffering to all those around me. As I recovered, I learned that death was easy. Life is what's hard. Now, I'm willing to help you live. Will you give yourself a month at least?"

"And after that?"

"If you choose to take your own life, I'll load the pistol for you."

"Done! Billy, you've heard the bargain. Will you swear to witness it?"

"I will, sir. I'll do anythin' ye say."

Horatio interjected, "It's a bargain if you agree to a few simple terms. You must try my remedies, never dismissing them without a trial. You must eat and exercise to stay strong. Is that too much to ask?"

"I will not expose my state to the ridicule of lesser men."

"Will you allow Sergeant Scathelock to assist me?"

"I suppose so. And, I trust your father too."

"I'm pleased. Now, allow us to lead you to your room. I'll see the stair is clear. You will have the recovery room next to my own room. If you need anything, you are to call out to me. Is that understood?"

"No one else is to approach me."

"No one but your sergeant or my father."

"Lead on, Horatio!"

The young naval officer took Colonel Edrington's right arm while the redcoat sergeant grabbed his left arm. Slowly they marched him upstairs and sat him down near the window. The birds were singing and the climbing roses spilled over the sill of the open window. Their fragrance was sweet.

"Shall we help you undress, sir?"

"I have more urgent needs and seek the whereabouts of the chamber pot."

"With your permission my lord, I will assist you." Horatio found the pot under the bed and brought it to the Colonel who leaned against the bed. He helped the man open his breeches and held the pot for him.

To cover his embarrassment, the Colonel said smugly, "If you ever decide to leave the service of his majesty, you may look for work among the servants of

my household, Horatio."

Horatio smiled and said, "Thank you, my lord, but I am most satisfied with the King's service."

Edrington replied, "Look at Billy, if you please. Is he not happy in my employ?"

"He serves the King, my lord."

"And, he's mine..." Edrington said coldly.

Horatio looked at the handsome, virile sergeant and answered, "Someone worth living for then?"

Edrington snapped back, "I'll not be won over so easily, Hornblower."

"Would you like some tea? Maybe something to eat?" Horatio asked mildly.

"I'd like an end to the infernal itching."

Horatio sighed and said, "It will get worse, my lord. Burns are troublesome while healing. Would you like some brandy?"

"Yes, a large glass. Some cold water to wash it down too."

"As you wish, sir." Horatio said submissively, hoping his behavior would encourage the suffering man to trust him.

Horatio spent the next hours running small errands for the insufferable Colonel. First, he wanted music. Then he ordered a book be read to him. He wanted company one moment, and solitude the next. Through it all, Horatio endured and kept a civil tongue in his head. He thought of the crew of the Indefatigable and vowed to live up to the name of his ship.

And so the days went on, stretching to the end of the first week. Sergeant Scathelock drilled the new recruits amid the fields and hedgerows. He found a lad or two among the local boys spying on him. They were encouraged to join and one did, much to the pride of his father. Colonel Edrington sat at his upstairs window, breathed the scent of roses and listened to the rattle of the drums, the shouting of his energetic sergeant and the hurried steps of his men. Horatio even saw the man smile. It gave him hope.

By now, most of the bandages that had once swathed the patient's head were unnecessary. The skin of his face grew healthy and pink from the diligent application of Doctor Hornblower's soothing lotion. Edrington's hand was nearly healed too. Still, his eyes remained bandaged and his sight gone.

Then, on Sunday evening, Edrington woke to the delicious feeling of soft fingers caressing his neck. Tender lips followed. For a few moments, the Colonel decided to surrender to the luxurious sensations. His body, ravaged by pain since the accident, craved the sensuous pleasure of the warm lips. The mysterious exploration was exquisite torture. Edrington wondered which of his former bed partners had arrived to cheer him up. He hoped it was not his wife.

Clever lips and an equally clever tongue now opened the buttons of his nightshirt. Edrington sighed and slipped deeper into the heady sensations of his body. His wife did not know how to do that! The clever tongue was approaching his right nipple, slowly with aching anticipation. It had to be Billy, Edrington thought. He was a cruel beauty.

The warm breath of the intruder raised every hair on Edrington's body. His flesh tingled and he shivered from the sweet agony. Then suddenly the warmth of the body next to him vanished. Edrington reached out his arms, but he was too late. He sank back into the bed and slammed his fist against the mattress. He'd catch the invader next time.

Edrington reclined again. The suffering in his body was lower now, centering in the swollen ache between his legs. Tossing about on the bed did nothing to ease the torment. Slyly, Edrington felt himself. All at once, his face grew warm and he had the prickly fear that he was being watched. He groaned and cursed his misfortune. He wanted to weep but his eyes refused him. He called out for Horatio.

There was no sound from the room adjacent to his. Was the young man sleeping? What hour of the day or night was upon them? Edrington thought back about his last meal. Roast lamb, supper, he'd been told. Just a few hours had passed. So it was not so very late. He called for Horatio again, louder. Still no sounds of rescue. Blackness swallowed him and noble Lord Edrington surrendered to fear. He called a third time, louder yet.

Running footsteps on the stairs... A breathless answer, "You have need of me, my lord?"

"Yes, Horatio. Come closer," Edrington said, relief washing over him like a cleansing wave.

Footsteps on the hardwood floor... "I'm here."

"Closer," Edrington whispered.

Edrington felt the mattress sag a little under the weight of the young naval officer. Then he felt warm hands grip his shoulders.

"If you turn over, I'll rub your back. It's the best way I know to get to sleep."

"Lie next to me, Horatio."

"As you wish, my lord."

"Are we quite alone? Will you swear to it?"

"We are alone and I swear to it."

"I want the room dark. I want you to feel the blackness too."

A puff of breath and the faint scent of smoke.

"There. The candle's out."

"Close your eyes, Horatio. Blot out the stars and the moonlight. Can you honestly say you could endure such suffering?"

"I would be very frightened, my lord. Even so, I would hope to be strong, to endure the loss of my sight bravely."

"Do you imply that I am a coward?"

"No, my lord."

"I think you have! And, I'm angry because I can't call you out and kill you for such an offense."

"I beg your pardon, my lord. How can I make amends?"

"As satisfaction for your insult, you will satisfy my needs."

"Gladly! I'll be happy to pleasure you, if you agree to put aside your plan to kill yourself. Certainly, the pleasures of the flesh are worth some of life's physical discomforts."

"No!"

"Then, I must go."

"You mustn't."

"My lord, would you force yourself upon me?"

"Of course not, Horatio. I only meant..."

"That you need a little company just now?"

"Yes, Horatio. The darkness, you see, it makes me feel, well, alone."

"And that frightens you a little?"

"Yes." Edrington sighed as the truth was dragged from him. He listened to his friend's counsel.

"Blindness frightens everyone, my lord. But think of hope as a candle in the darkness. I'll keep it lit for you. I'll stay as long as you want me."

Edrington ran his hands along the sleek contours of Horatio's body, over his smooth face until his fingers twined among the silky tangles on his head. With firm purpose, Edrington pressed Horatio against his chest. He hoped he was listening to the wild beating of his heart and the ragged breath in his lungs. Edrington's voice had failed him, yet his arms remained strong. Horatio returned the embrace and added little kisses too.

Edrington wondered for a moment if his mysterious intruder had returned. No, he decided. Horatio was too earnest in his desires. Teasing was not his nature. A deep groan escaped the Colonel's lips. Horatio's warm breath exhaled into the folds of his nightshirt, firing his passions. Edrington fastened his teeth into the tender hollow where neck and shoulder met. He felt Horatio tense and press against him, kisses open mouthed and wet against his chest.

"I'll take you now if you're willing," Edrington gasped.

"Pay my price and do your will, my lord."

At those words, Edrington balked and spat back his reply, "You'd tear out my heart to reach my purse? Are you a whore then?"

"I play to win, my lord," Horatio answered without rancor.

Edrington groaned again. He drew back and lifted Horatio's head by his thick curls, not in anger but in desperation. He held the well-remembered face in his hands and sought the full and trembling lips. Mouths open, they fed upon each other's tongues. His breath sucked out, Edrington felt himself consumed. He broke the kiss and turned his face away.

"My lord," Horatio whispered hoarsely, "if I am not to your liking, I'll fetch your Sergeant."

Colonel Edrington exhaled a long slow breath, calming himself by force of will and thinking more clearly. How different Horatio was from Billy! Seemingly pliant and yet so determined. His sergeant was all fierce action and little thought, like a sensuous windstorm sweeping down upon his lover. Horatio was like a summer night, soft and sultry, casting a spell over all the senses. He seemed to know the places to touch that sent shivers up a man's spine and turned blood into molten metal rushing through one's veins.

"I should go to my own bed, my lord."

"Now? After you've drive me to this state of distress?"

"My father may arrive at any moment to look in on you."

"Oh Bloody Hell!"

"Shhhh!"

Then Edrington heard the ticking of the great clock in the hall. Steady footsteps approaching and finally the creak of the door widening. Horatio lay still, face down into the pillows, one arm flung across his companion's chest, in boyish camaraderie. Edrington laced his arm over Horatio's and tried to quiet his body, to give the semblance of slumber. The floor boards creaked as the man approached. Edrington nearly held his breath. Then he felt the good doctor gently touch his brow. The soft and gentle fingers swept under his jaw and waited a moment as the heavy pulse gave its evidence. Edrington heard the doctor sniff the air. Then Edrington felt the doctor bend closer, reach across him and give Horatio a little shake.

"Good lad, son," the physician whispered. "Been keeping your friend company? Time to get to your own bed now. Give the man some peace..."

Slowly, Horatio rose as if still sleeping. Edrington clung to his hand a moment and felt a subtle answering squeeze. A promise, he hoped. The floorboards groaned in sympathy to Edrington's grief. Then the room was silent. Sudden fear, intense loneliness, and a sense of complete wretchedness drove Edrington's face into the pillows where Horatio had laid his head. The warm scent lingered and lulled him into a fitful sleep at last.

In the Quiet of the Countryside

By AZARAD

Frowning in concentration, Horatio nimbly lifted off the bandages, uncovering the blackened flesh. Amazingly the delicately upturned, noble nose was unbroken amid the devastation of the once comely face. His lordship's warm peach cheeks were purple and swollen. The man's thick and arching eyebrows, the most noticeable of his aristocratic features, had been blasted away. Worst of all, the eyes--his bright, engaging eyes were ruined, most likely, beyond healing. Tears came to Horatio's dark eyes. He sniffed loudly and his father stepped a bit closer.

"Call in one of his lads to help hold him."

Horatio nearly bumped the door into Sergeant Billy Scathelock who waited just outside. The rangy, swaggering youth was nervous inside the surgery. He stared at everything suspiciously. Only after a thorough hand washing, Dr. Hornblower gave the wary, young sergeant his instructions.

"Grip your commander's shoulder firmly now. And, hold this glass just above the right eye. Hold it steady, lad. And don't be afraid."

Sergeant Billy bent to his task. Horatio saw a lock of dark gold hair fall onto the youth's wide, furrowed forehead. He blew a breath upward in a futile effort to send it back. Horatio couldn't help noticing how his green eyes shifted from one instrument to the next as the doctor fastened clamps to the injured man's eyelids. Cruel devices they seemed but necessary. Beads of sweat trickled down the young man's face. Even so, he held the magnifying glass in an iron grip.

After opening the patient's eye, Dr. Hornblower sat down on a low stool. With long thin forceps, he began removing grain by grain the debris from the Colonel's right eye. From time to time, Horatio dripped saltwater onto the surface of the eyeball. He winced as the poor injured man tried to blink. Cruel looking hooks held his eyelid open. Through it all, the doctor's kind old voice reassured the patient and strong young hands gripped his shoulders.  

The left eye was not as bad as the right. Afterward, both eyes were bandaged. The burned skin of the Colonel's face was dressed with a soothing lotion and carefully covered too. The procedure took nearly two hours and happily, for most of it, Colonel Edrington was insensible

After his father left the room, Horatio held his friend's uninjured hand while Sergeant Scathelock cradled his head. Whenever he felt a little strength in the grip, Horatio spoke to the injured man. No answering words yet. Finally, he leaned over and kissed his friend's swollen cheek. Then, Horatio trickled a few drops of laudanum on the patient's tongue, which sent him into a drugged sleep.

Horatio whispered, "Rest, my friend. We'll be nearby."

Horatio tapped Billy's shoulder and the young man looked up. His bright green eyes were streaming with tears and he shook his head, not wanting to leave his post as his officer's bodyguard.

"Come, Bill," Horatio ordered mildly. "We must see to the rest of his men. He'll sleep and we'll do our duty."

"I've failed in my duty. It should 'ave been me, blinded, sir. Nah 'im!"

"No one can change what's happened. We must go on. He'd want us to, wouldn't he?"

"If there's anything yer father can do... "E can even take my eyes!"

"The offer is noble but such a thing cannot be done. Come, Sergeant, let's inspect the quarters your men have arranged for themselves. I'll not abide thieving."

"My lads know better than ta take from a friend. None of 'em's starvin' yet, sir."

"Even so, our piglets are tempting and our eggs are plentiful."

Sergeant Billy did not seem eager to move. He looked down at his Colonel swathed in fresh bandages and bitter tears filled his eyes again.

Horatio coaxed a little more, "He'll sleep a little here and then we'll move him to a bedroom upstairs. Come with me. Let's see what Cook has planned for supper, eh?"

"If I 'ave yer word that 'e's goin' ta be all right."

"He won't die. I promise I'll do all I can to make him well again."

"Well, that's somethin', I suppose."

Edrington's Accident by AZARAD

(Sergeant Billy Scathelock and Lieutenant Horatio Hornblower see to the provisioning of the Colonel's men and look in on the patient...)    

Leading the sergeant through the house, Horatio stopped at the kitchen to speak with Cook about the dinner. She was baking more bread and Molly her little girl was stirring a large pot of thick soup. A basket of apples and a bowl of eggs, butter and cream from the dairy, all waited to be turned into pastries. It looked like plenty of food.

Billy put his hand on Horatio's arm. "'Ere, sir," he said quietly. "For the vittles." Then he dropped two golden guineas into the naval officer's palm.

"That won't be necessary, Sergeant."

"The Colonel insists we pays, sir."

"The sum is far more than the value of the food."

"When we've worn out our welcome, I'll gives yer more."

"I see. Well then, Cook will take the money and buy more provisions. I'll send her husband to the neighbors. Someone must have a ham or three in the smokehouse."

"I can send one or two of the lads to 'elp with the loadin', sir."

"And, it might be best if we change one of these guineas into silver to ease the task of purchasing. Our neighbors are not rich."

Within the hour, the carthorse was hitched to the wagon and the foraging party set out to the nearby farms. Horatio and Billy checked the barn and made sure the men would be comfortable and safe for the night. At four, Cook served tea in the rose garden. The men, onetime thieves and poachers, acted like choirboys sipping from the fine china cups. Billy glared at any man who did not show the proper respect for the doctor's home. They were hard men, Horatio thought, but it made them good soldiers.

Horatio wondered if Oldroyd and Styles would drink tea as daintily. Matthews was a civil man, a good husband and father. In a fine suit of clothes, he could pass for a clerk or even a lawyer. Styles was another matter altogether. A cheeky renegade and probably a murderer before he went to sea. Still, his violent nature made him valuable when the enemy was boarding.

Oldroyd was a farm lad, Horatio guessed. He'd fit into the harness behind the plow in any of the surrounding fields. If Father needed a hand at the house, Oldroyd would suit. Bears discussing, Horatio thought as he watched his father bend stiffly to pull a few weeds from among his roses.

"How's our patient, Father?" Horatio asked.

"Sleeping again. I moved him to the sofa in the surgery."

"By yourself?"

"Oh, he can walk. And, he was dreaming, I think. Gentle as a lamb, he is."

Horatio thanked his father for the news and hurried off to find Sergeant Scathelock. After finishing their tea, the redcoats had gone back to the barn where Horatio found them. The agile young sergeant was wresting with a few of the men. They stood at attention when Lieutenant Hornblower approached and Billy stood up and dusted himself off. He moved with the supple grace of a jungle cat, confident of his own strength, yet wary of his surroundings.

Billy's rough beauty was striking as he stared at Horatio. A beam of light filtered through the planks of the barn, illuminating the man's blond head and making him appear suddenly like the Avenging Angel.

"Good news, men," Horatio announced cheerfully. "Your Colonel is resting comfortably. He was able to walk a few steps to his bed and he may even join us for supper. You are all to be complimented for bringing him here so quickly. He has an even chance for recovery."

Sergeant Scathelock spoke up as soon as Horatio finished his little speech. "Three cheers for the good doctor and 'is fine soon."

The men shouted loudly and Horatio blushed. Then, the sergeant ordered a round of best brandy in celebration. The redcoats capered like great puppies at the happy news. Horatio accepted a sip from the sergeant's cup and then asked for a few moments in private.

"Do you think the Colonel will want to remain here or be transferred to an army hospital?"

"'E must stay 'ere, sir."

"Of course, it that's his wish. But, has it occurred to you that he may wish to go home to his wife and family? Until he can see again, he'll be on the inactive list."

"'E'll not be 'appy at 'ome, sir."

"Let's discuss it with him. He's capable of such decisions."

When they arrived back at the surgery, they found Colonel Edrington sitting up inspecting his bandages with his uninjured left hand. At the sound of the door, his head turned.

"Who is there?" he demanded.

"Jus' me, sir," the Sergeant said softly, "an' Mr. 'Ornblower, sir."

"Ah good, come in Billy. And, I thought I recognized your voice, Horatio! By what good fortune are you here enjoying my bad fortune?"

"I'm here visiting my father."

"The country doctor?"

"The same, my lord."

"So he's the one who has been torturing me?"

"I'm afraid so. And to make matters worse, I'm guilty too. Are you in much pain?"

"Excruciating agony, sir."

"I can give you more laudanum."

"Not just yet. I want to know if I'm going to live."

"Of course you are, my lord." Horatio replied, a little confused at Lord Edrington's question.

"Will I see again?"

"We don't know, sir."

"A clever answer, Horatio. Worthy of a naval officer. Yet, I need to know my chances. Your dear father was not so hopeful."

"Colonel Edrington, my lord, please be patient. Give yourself a day or two of rest and a month or so to heal."

"How can I rest, Horatio. I can't even weep at my misfortune."

Horatio bit his lip. All at once he recognized the signs of shock and despair. Colonel Edrington threw back his head and struck the back of the sofa where he reclined. He began to claw at his face. Billy stepped up and grabbed his hands, careful of the injured one.

Edrington settled a little. Then he ordered in a cold voice, "Sergeant, bring me my pistol."

"Whatever for, sir?" Horatio asked, his voice strained because he knew by the ache in his stomach that his friend intended to kill himself.

"I'll not wait through this hellish suffering to discover in a month that I'm an invalid. I have my pride."

Horatio took a deep breath. Then he said, "Please, my lord. Hear me out."

Horatio sat down on the sofa next to the injured man. He slipped off his jacket and rolled up the sleeve on his left arm. He placed the Colonel's fingers on his wrist and moved them slowly up toward the bend of his elbow.

"Do you feel the scar?"

"Yes."

"Once, not so long ago, I decided that death was better than dishonor. I slashed my wrist and nearly bled to death rather than face the gallows. I told myself that my pride was at stake. In reality, I was afraid. Because of my selfish action, I nearly killed a man who loves me deeply. I caused great suffering to all those around me. As I recovered, I learned that death was easy. Life is what's hard. Now, I'm willing to help you live. Will you give yourself a month at least?"

"And after that?"

"If you choose to take your own life, I'll load the pistol for you."

Aftermath of the Accident...

By AZARAD

(Horatio tries to encourage Lord Edrington to live...)

"And after that?"

"If you choose to take your own life, I'll load the pistol for you."

"Done! Billy, you've heard the bargain. Will you swear to witness it?"

"I will, sir. I'll do anythin' ye say."

Horatio interjected, "It's a bargain if you agree to a few simple terms. You must try my remedies, never dismissing them without a trial. You must eat and exercise to stay strong. Is that too much to ask?"

"I will not expose my state to the ridicule of lesser men."

"Will you allow Sergeant Scathelock to assist me?"

"I suppose so. And, I trust your father too."

"I'm pleased. Now, allow us to lead you to your room. I'll see the stair is clear. You will have the recovery room next to my own room. If you need anything, you are to call out to me. Is that understood?"

"No one else is to approach me."

"No one but your sergeant or my father."

"Lead on, Horatio!"

The young naval officer took Colonel Edrington's right arm while the redcoat sergeant grabbed his left arm. Slowly they marched him upstairs and sat him down near the window. The birds were singing and the climbing roses spilled over the sill of the open window. Their fragrance was sweet.

"Shall we help you undress, sir?"

"I have more urgent needs and seek the whereabouts of the chamber pot."

"With your permission my lord, I will assist you." Horatio found the pot under the bed and brought it to the Colonel who leaned against the bed. He helped the man open his breeches and held the pot for him.

To cover his embarrassment, the Colonel said smugly, "If you ever decide to leave the service of his majesty, you may look for work among the servants of my household, Horatio."

Horatio smiled and said, "Thank you, my lord, but I am most satisfied with the King's service."

Edrington replied, "Look at Billy, if you please. Is he not happy in my employ?"

"He serves the King, my lord."

"And, he's mine..." Edrington said coldly.

Horatio looked at the handsome, virile sergeant and answered, "Someone worth living for then?"

Edrington snapped back, "I'll not be won over so easily, Hornblower."

"Would you like some tea? Maybe something to eat?" Horatio asked mildly.

"I'd like an end to the infernal itching."

Horatio sighed and said, "It will get worse, my lord. Burns are troublesome while healing. Would you like some brandy?"

"Yes, a large glass. Some cold water to wash it down too."

"As you wish, sir." Horatio said submissively, hoping his behavior would encourage the suffering man to trust him.

Horatio spent the next hours running small errands for the insufferable Colonel. First, he wanted music. Then he ordered a book be read to him. He wanted company one moment, and solitude the next. Through it all, Horatio endured and kept a civil tongue in his head. He thought of the crew of the Indefatigable and vowed to live up to the name of his ship.

And so the days went on, stretching to the end of the first week. Sergeant Scathelock drilled the new recruits amid the fields and hedgerows. He found a lad or two among the local boys spying on him. They were encouraged to join and one did, much to the pride of his father. Colonel Edrington sat at his upstairs window, breathed the scent of roses and listened to the rattle of the drums, the shouting of his energetic sergeant and the hurried steps of his men. Horatio even saw the man smile. It gave him hope.

By now, most of the bandages that had once swathed the patient's head were unnecessary. The skin of his face grew healthy and pink from the diligent application of Doctor Hornblower's soothing lotion. Edrington's hand was nearly healed too. Still, his eyes remained bandaged and his sight gone.

Then, on Sunday evening, Edrington woke to the delicious feeling of soft fingers caressing his neck. Tender lips followed. For a few moments, the Colonel decided to surrender to the luxurious sensations. His body, ravaged by pain since the accident, craved the sensuous pleasure of the warm lips. The mysterious exploration was exquisite torture. Edrington wondered which of his former bed partners had arrived to cheer him up. He hoped it was not his wife.

Clever lips and an equally clever tongue now opened the buttons of his nightshirt. Edrington sighed and slipped deeper into the heady sensations of his body. His wife did not know how to do that! The clever tongue was approaching his right nipple, slowly with aching anticipation. It had to be Billy, Edrington thought. He was a cruel beauty.

The warm breath of the intruder raised every hair on Edrington's body. His flesh tingled and he shivered from the sweet agony. Then suddenly the warmth of the body next to him vanished. Edrington reached out his arms, but he was too late. He sank back into the bed and slammed his fist against the mattress. He'd catch the invader next time.

Discussion in the Dark (Part of In the Quiet of the Countryside)

By AZARAD

Edrington reclined again. The suffering in his body was lower now, centering in the swollen ache between his legs. Tossing about on the bed did nothing to ease the torment. Slyly, Edrington felt himself. All at once, his face grew warm and he had the prickly fear that he was being watched. He groaned and cursed his misfortune. He wanted to weep but his eyes refused him. He called out for Horatio.

There was no sound from the room adjacent to his. Was the young man sleeping? What hour of the day or night was upon them? Edrington thought back about his last meal. Roast lamb, supper, he'd been told. Just a few hours had passed. So it was not so very late. He called for Horatio again, louder. Still no sounds of rescue. Blackness swallowed him and noble Lord Edrington surrendered to fear. He called a third time, louder yet.

Running footsteps on the stairs... A breathless answer, "You have need of me, my lord?"

"Yes, Horatio. Come closer," Edrington said, relief washing over him like a cleansing wave.

Footsteps on the hardwood floor... "I'm here."

"Closer," Edrington whispered.

Edrington felt the mattress sag a little under the weight of the young naval officer. Then he felt warm hands grip his shoulders.

"If you turn over, I'll rub your back. It's the best way I know to get to sleep."

"Lie next to me, Horatio."

"As you wish, my lord."

"Are we quite alone? Will you swear to it?"

"We are alone and I swear to it."

"I want the room dark. I want you to feel the blackness too."

A puff of breath and the faint scent of smoke.

"There. The candle's out."

"Close your eyes, Horatio. Blot out the stars and the moonlight. Can you honestly say you could endure such suffering?"

"I would be very frightened, my lord. Even so, I would hope to be strong, to endure the loss of my sight bravely."

"Do you imply that I am a coward?"

"No, my lord."

"I think you have! And, I'm angry because I can't call you out and kill you for such an offense."

"I beg your pardon, my lord. How can I make amends?"

"As satisfaction for your insult, you will satisfy my needs."

"Gladly! I'll be happy to pleasure you, if you agree to put aside your plan to kill yourself. Certainly, the pleasures of the flesh are worth some of life's physical discomforts."

"No!"

"Then, I must go."

"You mustn't."

"My lord, would you force yourself upon me?"

"Of course not, Horatio. I only meant..."

"That you need a little company just now?"

"Yes, Horatio. The darkness, you see, it makes me feel, well, lonely."

"And that frightens you a little?"

"Yes." Edrington sighed as the truth was finally dragged from him. He collapsed into his pillows and listened to his friend's counsel.

"Blindness frightens everyone, my lord. But think of hope as a candle in the darkness. I'll keep it lit for you. I'll stay as long as you want me."

Edrington ran his hands along the sleek contours of Horatio's body, over his smooth face until his fingers twined among the silky tangles on his head. With firm purpose, Edrington pressed Horatio against his chest. He hoped he was listening to the wild beating of his heart and the ragged breath in his lungs. Edrington's voice had failed him, yet his arms remained strong. Horatio returned the embrace and added little kisses too.

The Countryside at Night!

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Edrington's Accident (Cont.)

By AZARAD (Rating: M/M & Warm...)

Edrington ran his hands along the sleek contours of Horatio's body, over his smooth face until his fingers twined among the silky tangles on his head. With firm purpose, Edrington pressed Horatio against his chest. He hoped he was listening to the wild beating of his heart and the ragged breath in his lungs. Edrington's voice had failed him, yet his arms remained strong. Horatio returned the embrace and added little kisses too.

Edrington wondered for a moment if his mysterious intruder had returned. No, he decided. Horatio was too earnest in his desires. Teasing was not his nature. A deep groan escaped the Colonel's lips. Horatio's warm breath exhaled into the folds of his nightshirt, firing his passions. Edrington tore open his companion's shirt and fastened his teeth into the tender hollow where neck and shoulder met. He felt Horatio tense and press against him, kisses open mouthed and wet against his chest.

"I'll take you now if you're willing," Edrington gasped.

"Pay my price and do your will, my lord."

At those words, Edrington balked and spat back his reply, "You'd tear out my heart to reach my purse? Are you a whore then?"

"I play to win, my lord," Horatio answered without rancor.

Edrington groaned again. He drew back and lifted Horatio's head by his thick curls, not in anger but in desperation. He held the well-remembered face in his hands and sought the full and trembling lips. Mouths open, they fed upon each other's tongues. His breath sucked from his lungs, Edrington felt himself consumed. He broke the kiss and turned his face away.

"My lord," Horatio whispered hoarsely, "if I am not to your liking, I'll fetch your Sergeant."

Colonel Edrington exhaled a long slow breath, calming himself by force of will and thinking more clearly. How different Horatio was from Billy! Seemingly pliant and yet so determined. His sergeant was all fierce action and little thought, like a sensuous windstorm sweeping down upon his lover. Horatio was like a summer night, soft and sultry, casting a spell over all the senses. He seemed to know the places to touch that sent shivers up a man's spine and turned blood into molten metal rushing through one's veins.

"I should go to my own bed, my lord."

"Now? After you've drive me to this state of distress?"

"My father may arrive at any moment to look in on you."

"Oh Bloody Hell!"

"Shhhh!"  

(MORE) The Countryside at Night!

Edrington's Accident (Late Sunday Night... The Doctor calls.)  

Then Edrington heard the ticking of the great clock in the hall. Steady footsteps approaching and finally the creak of the door widening. Horatio lay still, face down into the pillows, one arm flung across his companion's chest, in boyish camaraderie. Edrington laced his arm over Horatio's and tried to quiet his body, to give the semblance of slumber. The floor boards creaked as the man approached. Edrington nearly held his breath. Then he felt the good doctor gently touch his brow. The soft and gentle fingers swept under his jaw and waited a moment as the heavy pulse gave its evidence. Edrington heard the doctor sniff the air. Then Edrington felt the doctor bend closer, reach across him and give Horatio a little shake.

"Good lad, son," the physician whispered. "Been keeping your friend company? Time to get to your own bed now. Give the man some peace..."

Slowly, Horatio rose as if still sleeping. Edrington clung to his hand a moment and felt a subtle answering squeeze. A promise, he hoped. The floorboards groaned in sympathy to Edrington's grief. Then the room was silent. Sudden fear, intense loneliness, and a sense of complete wretchedness drove Edrington's face into the pillows where Horatio had laid his head. The warm scent lingered and lulled him into a fitful sleep at last.  

EVEN MORE Quiet of the Countryside 9/27

In the Quiet of the Countryside

(Edrington's Accident) by AZARAD

Visions...

Long moments and shuddering breaths later, Edrington released his friend who bent and picked up the pitcher of rinse water. Horatio indicated with a lift at the man's elbow that Edrington should stand. Water splashed over the white, aristocratic skin, smooth as alabaster carved by a master sculptor. Reddish hair filled the hollows under his arms and tangled at the base of his handsome penis peeking its rosy head from under its hood, enjoying the sparkling cascade. Filling the pitcher again, Horatio washed down the man's stalwart back, admired the curve of his firm buttocks and the vigor of his thighs.

Horatio set down the pitcher and took his friend by the arm, helping him step from the bath. Horatio devoured the man with his eyes and thanked heaven for his own power of sight. He wondered if life was worth living when one was bereft of such visions. Lovingly, he stroked away the water with a soft towel. Edrington stood steadily, used to the handling of servants, it seemed.

The Colonel held his arms above his head for his shirt and sat on the bed while Horatio helped him into his trousers. He pointed each foot for his stockings and boots. He spoke only a few words of thanks to Horatio at appropriate times. Only when Horatio noted the sheen of sweat on his skin did he guess that Colonel Edrington still battled his fear of the impending examination.

Horatio pressed another glass of brandy into his hand. A swift swallow and a deep breath. Edrington carried himself proudly, his chin raised as if going bravely to his doom. Horatio took him by the arm and led him down the stairs slowly and into the small surgery. They both looked like they awaited execution. Edrington sat still as stone and Horatio paced.

Listening a while to the familiar click of Horatio's shoes, Edrington finally said, "Really, Horatio! It won't be so bad. Your father has a gentle touch."

"Would you like another brandy?"

"Yes, and pour yourself one too."

"I think I shall if Father has no objection."

The older man finally spoke, "Only a little, son. Just a swallow to steady your hand."

"And you, Father?"

"None for me, thank you. I had my tea. All the way from Oolong Province."

Edrington gulped the brandy. It burned his throat and threatened his stomach with queasiness before it reached his blood and his brain. He felt very sleepy suddenly.

In a fog he began to hear the doctor speaking to him. The voice was musical and low. In singsong tones he heard orders to lie down and turn his head. He barely understood the words but his body responded. The bandages were unwound and fire seemed to stab at his eyes. He threw up his arm to shield his face. He tried to squint and escape the brightness. It was no use. A cold flood startled him and he nearly slammed his head back against the examination table where he lay. A soft towel was wrapped around his head and he relaxed again in the familiar darkness.

"Can you hold him, Son?"

"He's strong, Father." A pause. "Well?"

"We'll discuss it later. Wrap his eyes again."

After his eyes were bandaged, Edrington fell into a drugged sleep. He saw his home and his wife. He watched himself being led about by his children in a sad game of blind man's bluff. Soon the children left him. He was abandoned in the rain in the garden like a discarded toy. He cried out but no one in the house took any notice of him.

Quiet Countryside--Remedies

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Edrington's Remedies by AZARAD

Three more drops of opium, Dr. Hornblower decided. Colonel Edrington's moaning was painful to hear. He'd begun crying out the moment that Horatio had stopped holding his hand. Blindness was a terrifying prospect, to be sure. The older man wiped a tear from his own tired eyes and sipped his tea.

The patient's distress set Dr. Hornblower's mind to wondering if they'd taken the bandages off too soon. He shook his head. No, he decided. There was no infection. Amazingly, the eyes looked good considering the force of the blast they'd endured. Of course the eyelids had taken the full force, burning away the lashes. Yet, hopefully, some of the power of sight had been saved.

Dr. Hornblower tapped his son on the shoulder. Horatio was dozing peacefully near the window of the surgery, waiting for Colonel Edrington to awaken.

"Horatio," his father said softly. "A word, if you please."

"Yes, Father?"

"I went yesterday to visit Mad Meg."

"You're still visiting the old midwife?"

"Yes, the very one. She gave me some herbs to try on our guest."

"I know she brews flavorful tea but a potion to cure blindness?"

"At the very least, it will do him no harm. Just might raise his spirits."

"If you think so. I'm somewhat amused, I suppose. In spite of all your education, Father, you still ask an old witch how she brews her potions."

"Scoff if you must. The Druids practiced healing arts. And because Christian monks scoffed at them, the methods are lost to us today. The Irish priests knew better. And the Jesuits, my boy! Just think what they are learning from the natives in the New World! Someday, scientists like you, son, will understand the power inside a little common plant."

"Jesuits bark is amazing! I wonder how it works?"

"I don't need to know how a plant works. I only need to know that it will work."

"So what weeds did she recommend?"

"Agrimony, chamomile, meadowsweet, and red clover."

Horatio blinked his large, dark eyes. He frowned and said, "What, no wolf's bane or belladonna?" Then he smiled and patted his father's hand.

His father gave him a long-suffering glance but went on speaking, "Oh! Rather odd you mentioning belladonna. She said that if you place a drop of belladonna on the eyeball, the pupil remains dilated even in the light. It might be useful when next we examine him."

"In a week or so, I hope."

"Yes, I think so. But you and he must wash his eyes each night with my new potion. I'll show you both how to do it when he wakes. It will prove soothing, I think. He may even notice a little of his vision returning. He was quite sensitive to the light today. That's a good sign."

"Oh Father! I'm so glad."  

Countryside (Afternoon Chat)

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Cont. (by AZARAD)

Dr. Hornblower finished tidying up the surgery. During that time, he observed the persistent disquiet of the patient. Finally, he turned to his son and said, "If you please, Horatio, go take your friend's hand. Your touch eases him."

"Of course, Father."

"Now I'm off to the kitchen to tell Cook we'll have a guest at tea. I've asked Meg to visit."

Dr. Hornblower gave his son a deadly stare preventing further comment as he made his pronouncement. Horatio blinked and slowly smiled.

"I'll behave, Dad. I know how much she's helped you in the past."

"Meg would have been your godmother if she'd have come to the christening. Remember that she sat with me at your mother's bedside," the older man said, stumbling a bit at the final words, his voice halting and his eyes filling with tears.

"I remember, Dad," Horatio said in a small child's voice, memories crowding the room. Horatio sniffed and added, "She's been a good friend to you. I would never shame you."

Father and son embraced in silence. Horatio patted his dad's back, He watched as his father left the room. The man seemed suddenly frail and older too. Horatio shook his head and cleared the awful vision. He heard the steady, clicking footsteps and his father's robust voice calling out to Cook. Horatio sighed and turned to Edrington.

The Colonel was breathing harder again. He was able, no doubt, to see in his dreams. Horatio brushed back the man's hair and checked for fever. Edrington was bathed in sweat. Horatio wondered what the man saw in his nightmares. All at once, strong fingers dug into Horatio's arm, a viselike grip! Horatio rubbed Edrington's right temple in a firm, circular motions. He pressed the pulse points beneath his jaw, along his neck, continuing in the hope that the soothing touches would loosen his friend's grip. Amazingly, it did. Soon, Edrington was dozing quietly again.

There was a tap at the window. Sergeant Billy Scathelock looked in. Horatio smiled and beckoned for him to come around and enter the house. Billy nodded and in a few moments he stood at Horatio's side.

"'E any better, sir?"

"My father thinks he was able to see some light. That's good news."

"Still talkin' 'bout loadin' 'is pistol?"

"No. And you must not mention the idea. Is that understood?"

"Perfectly, sir. Cuz I love 'im." The Sergeant took Horatio's place and continued the soothing massage. He seemed to know the places to touch. He whispered softly, "Never would want no 'arm to coom to 'im."

"Neither would I," Horatio said, a little flicker of envy coloring his relief. Horatio sucked in a great breath and slowly exhaled. He pursed his lips and waited a moment longer. Then he said, "He seems much better. Help me carry him upstairs, if you please."

Sergeant Scathelock gazed with deep intensity at the resting man. He said quietly, "I can take 'im, sir. I've carried 'im before."

Horatio nodded and said, "All right, then. I'll bring his medicine."

Under the watchful eyes of his guardians Lord Edrington slept until noon. A light meal was served when he woke and while they dined, Billy gave his commanding officer a full report of all the activities of the troops. Young Jim Perkins won the marksmanship contest. Before bed one night, Nathaniel Harris had translated a bawdy tale from a book of French stories. Sergeant Scathelock laughed as he reported that two of the younger lads came to him later for an explanation of the story.

Colonel Edrington smiled and nodded his head knowingly. Then he asked, "I trust you did not have to demonstrate anything from the story to the little lads?"

"No, sir!" Billy exclaimed. "I keep your rules, sir. Those men are under my command."

Horatio coughed, nearly to the point of choking. Then he cleared his throat.

Edrington laughed quietly. Then he said, "Oh Horatio, how I would love to see the warm blush on your fine features. Have we discovered that the Royal Navy does not follow such prohibitions?"

"I'm afraid I don't follow you, my lord."

"Prohibitions against forced relationships between officers and the ranks, shall we say? It's common enough in badly led companies."

"I didn't know that."

"Are you telling me that officers aboard ship never take advantage of their men?"

"Well, when I first joined the Navy, I fought off the overtures of an older midshipman. He was neither an officer nor a gentleman."

"If the man still lives, tell me his name. I'll arrange his punishment."

"Captain Pellew killed him."

"The Captain did not approve of poaching?"

"The Captain saved my life. Upon the unsatisfactory conclusion of our duel, Jack Simpson attacked me from behind. As I said, he was neither an officer nor a gentleman for all his family's connections."

"I'm amazed at this revelation. You? A duelist?"

"My lord, I do have my limits."

"Kindly advise me then if I press you too hard, Horatio. I'm fond of you and I would grieve to lose your friendship."

"You have my friendship, my lord, as long as you wish it."

"Do you hear that Billy? Tell me. That's an order, now. Is he laughing at me?"

"No, sir. The Lieutenant seems most serious. There's even bloody luv in his eyes."

Edrington smiled and leaned back in his chair. In his mind's eye he remembered Horatio's dark eyes, his tender lips. He recalled the strength in his embrace, the gentle stroking of his fingers, the delicacy of his touch. The Colonel sighed and reached out his hand. Billy's quick, rough grip reached him first. He stood up.

"I've decided I need a walk in the garden, gentlemen. Will you join me?"    

Countryside Garden Walk

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Garden Walk...

By AZARAD

"I've decided I need a walk in the garden, gentlemen. Will you join me?"

"Why of course!" Horatio replied, reaching out and taking the Colonel's right arm.

"I'll guard yer left flank, sir," Billy replied placing his commanding officer's hand on his forearm. "No different from some of yer games, sir."

"Games?" Horatio asked, as he led them out the door and down the wide stair. The garden door was just to the right, down the hall, across from the surgery.

Edrington walked confidently, and chatted, "Our version of blind man's bluff, my dear Lieutenant."

Billy spoke up slyly after looking to see that they were not observed. "'E enjoys it best after I catch 'im, an' tie 'im oop."

"Oh dear!" Horatio exclaimed drawing in a great breath, his eyes wide with shock.

Edrington chuckled softly and chided, "Billy, you are giving Horatio the wrong impression of our relationship."

"Sorry, sir. I was jus' 'oping ye're feelin' better, sir, and wantin a bit o' the game."

"I am a little better. Thank you for your concern, Sergeant."

Billy added emphatically, "All the men wish yer well too, sir. They want yer back soon."

Edrington shook his head and said, "Well, they must do without me for a while longer. You must continue their training. I expect them to strengthen my regiment and stand bravely next to seasoned men."

"That they will, sir. You'll see."

Silence fell abruptly. Their footsteps clicked on the flagstone path of the flower garden. Bees buzzed. Birds twittered over head. The heady scents of farm and field blended with the sweet perfume of flowers. Horatio stole a look at the redcoat sergeant. His green eyes glistened with unshed tears. Then the Colonel stopped.

"No need for floggings yet?" Edrington asked, mildly.

"Never, sir. I just take 'em be'ind the barn and knock soom sense inta 'em. Works like a charm."

"Good man, Sergeant." Edrington said, as he patted Billy's arm. Then he tenderly made his way to the man's face and wiped away the drop that trailed down the sunburnt cheek. Edrington sniffed the climbing roses that arched over his head and ascended up toward his window. He turned his face to the sun and walked on with his guides.

Then he said, "Billy here, Horatio, has been my companion since I found him awaiting the gallows at age twelve. I made him a sergeant when he turned eighteen and someday, I might even raise him from the ranks. In our private relationship, I have never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do. I enjoy his company and in turn, I believe he enjoys me. It is also my wish that the two of you reach a mutual understanding."

Horatio answered quietly, "If it pleases you, my lord."

Then Billy whispered almost shyly, "I like Lieutenant Hornblower just fine, sir."

The smile that broke on Edrington's face was like the sun breaking through English clouds. He gave each of his companions a little squeeze and quickened his steps. The pleasant discussion continued with more talk of the troops and the promise of a visitor.

Soon, afternoon excursion tired the patient enough that he asked to sit and rest in the shade of the grape arbor. About half past three, the farm dogs barked a greeting. The promised guest had arrived.

Countryside: Tea in the Garden

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Tea in the Garden with a Guest

By AZARAD

Soon, afternoon excursion tired the patient enough that he asked to sit and rest in the shade of the grape arbor. About half past three, the farm dogs barked a greeting. The promised guest had arrived.

Toward the garden strode a handsome woman flanked by two shaggy dogs. She wore homespun linen and an apron so white it dazzled the eye. Horatio knew her immediately. Mistress Meg carried a basket of dried herbs tied in bundles and a few bottles of her home brewed tinctures. Today her hair was neatly braided and tied with red ribbon. She looked the picture of good health and merriment.

"Good day, young gentlemen," Meg called out to them, waving a handkerchief. "Where abouts is the good doctor?"

Horatio ran up to her and led her back toward his companions. He asked, "Miss Meg, don't you know me?"

She smiled at him and answered, "Of course, I remember you, Horatio. How you've grown!"

She reached up and ruffled his hair and ran her hands down his face, coming to rest on his wide shoulders. "Aye, you've grown strong too."

Horatio beamed and said, "I am pleased to see you. How are you? And who are your friends here? He reached to pat the dogs and they fawned before him.

"This be Keeper, and that be Flossie. My companions and confidants."

"They seem fine guardians, m'um."

"They bark when they should. Now, Horatio, be a good lad and take me to your father. I'm here to consult with him."

"I know, m'um. But first, allow me to present my friend and your new patient, Colonel the Lord Edrington. He saved my life in Spain. I owe him a great debt."

"I be owing him too, lad, since I love you like me own."

Horatio walked quickly over to the garden bench and lifted Edrington by the arm. Billy stood warily, just behind his officer. Horatio made the formal introductions and at the same time noticed that Edrington had stiffened his spine and lifted his chin. His hand clutched at Horatio's arm in a raptor's taloned grip.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, m'um," Edrington said icily.

"My Lord. It is indeed my pleasure," Meg replied warmly.

Then after a pause, Edrington whispered in a strained voice, "Please, m'um, forgive my somber manners today. I have not yet come to terms with my affliction. Worse yet, I suffer great anxiety concerning treatments. (He paused again.) You see, I dare not hope too much."

"Recovery is a brambled path, my lord, for anyone."  

Edrington inhaled a great breath. He lifted his chin higher still. He looked like a man about to face a full volley of enemy fire. He stated, "In spite of my confessed weakness, m'um, I hope to conduct myself bravely during your visit. If I do not, I beg your pardon."

"My Lord, there is no shame in admitting one's fears. In doing so, you demonstrate true bravery. I assure you, I bring nothing to cause anxiety. I bring relief, my Lord, which I will place into the hands of your beloved friends. I shed bitter tears when I think of the suffering within an army's hospital. None of that here, sir, I assure you."

Horatio noticed that Cook was setting the garden tables for tea. He led his little company to their seats and served them himself. The sun was warm even in the dappled shade of the apple trees. He looked up into the thick branches and selected a fine ripe apple. He cut it and shared it with the others.

The redcoat troopers were given tea and biscuits and apples too. Most of them sat on the ground. They all stared at their officer, sitting stiffly and proudly in their midst. One by one, they approached and greeted him, telling him their names and their deeds. They expressed their feelings simply. They wished him a speedy recovery. Edrington sat like stone, his hands holding the fragile teacup in a fierce grip.

Countryside Teatime Conversations

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Teatime Conversations...

By AZARAD    

As afternoon entertainment, the troopers began a ball game, running and tackling whoever carried the ball. A great whooping cry went up whenever they were able to down their sergeant who energetically joined in the fray. At first Horatio narrated the action but Edrington patted his companion's knee and said he preferred to merely listen. A wry smile and a few uplifting lines marked the Colonel's face whenever he heard the men's victory cry.

Edrington whispered aside, "He'll be sore tonight. Good, eh?"

"You want him tonight instead of me?"

"I'd love to have you both. But, then what would your father say if he caught us?"

"Your Sergeant loves you more than his own life!"

"I know. I gave him his life and he made a gift of it to me."

"I've never owned a man."

"Hah! A word from you would change the course of the Indefatigable. You must realize that."

"My heart is unsettled. So many paths stretch out before me. It pains me to choose one."

"I have none before me."  

Countryside Afternoon

In the Quiet of the Countryside

After Tea

By AZARAD  

"My heart is unsettled. So many paths stretch out before me. It pains me to choose one."

"I have none before me."

"As long as I breathe, my lord, I will guide you on whichever path you choose to take. I pledge to you my body if only you agree to live."

"Such passion! You enflame me. I pray we are not being watched."

"Allow me to refresh your cup, my lord. I fear your tea is cold."

"Certainly, Horatio. Thank you, sir."

A rustle of petticoats nearby and a fresh warm citrus scent. A silky dog's coat brushed against his left hand. Edrington turned his head. "Is that you, Mistress Meg?"

"How did you guess, my lord."

Meg smiled and nodded her head at Horatio when Edrington recounted her signature features.

"Right you are, sir," she said. "Observant with all your senses."

Mistress Meg held out her little basket to Horatio. It was filled with bundles of dried herbs.

"Horatio, these herbs must be prepared daily for use in the evening before retiring. This be agrimony, this red clover, and this meadowsweet. A teaspoon of each per pot, to be brewed separately and kept apart until ready to use. Use only well water which has been boiled for several minutes before adding the herbs, and once ready for use--equal parts of all three are to be combined. Do you have any questions?"

"I understand, m'um. I'll have Cook help me in the kitchen."

"And your father should help you bathe Lord Edrington's eyes each night. Hold his head gently in your lap, keeping it turned to one side. Keep the light low as you work, and make sure you've placed a thick towel under his face. My Lord, you shall need to keep your eyes open as much as you can--and Horatio, you may need to help him do so. Your Father can then spoon half of the cooled potion carefully over one eye, reserving the rest for the other once you've turned his head. It would be wise to first soak small bandages in the potion to place over each eye before rebandaging and retiring"

Edrington cleared his throat. Then he asked, "Shall I prepare myself for discomfort, m'um, during these proceedings?"

Meg smiled sweetly at the proud young man so desperate to remain brave. She squeezed his lordship's arm and exclaimed, "Not at all, my lord! The mixture be quite soothing. And I have more pleasing items too."

She took his hands in hers and massaged them. Rambling on in bewitching chant, easing his fears, she said, "I got something for your bath and something for the air in your room. I've even made a pleasurable concoction for ye, to be rubbed into the skin. Uh, wherever ye' need it. I'm sure one of your mates will be happy to do the honors."

Horatio knew the warmth of his face matched the roses that bloomed suddenly in Edrington's pale cheeks. He was amazed that anyone could make the Earl of Edrington blush. The color looked splendid, rich and healthy and full of life. Horatio swallowed, his mouth watering at the sight of his friend's parted lips. He bit his own lip and gnawed on it when he heard the voice of Billy Scathelock behind them.

"I've won, sir!" he shouted. "Now, we've decided to go to the stream for a swim. Please coom, sir. Bathe yer feet, at least, eh?"

"I'd like that very much, Sergeant. Horatio, do you swim?"

"Like a fish, my lord. Of course in the Navy, swimming only prolongs the agony of shipwreck. Most sailors prefer to drown immediately."

"How droll!" Edrington commented dryly, finally smiling again.

"Please excuse us, m'um, Horatio said turning to Meg. "Tell father, if you please, that we'll be back in an hour or two. You two can catch up on old times while we're away, I suppose."

"We will, lad. We will." Meg said, laughing suddenly and kissing Horatio's cheek. She stroked Edrington's face and whispered, "Peace and blessing upon thee, my lord." Then she turned and left them. Her dogs gamboled at her heels.

Countryside Memories...

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Path to the Pool...Memories

by AZARAD  

The path to the stream was only wide enough for two, so Horatio fell in behind Lord Edrington and his Sergeant who was a very handsome man. Edrington was grace and Scathelock was all swagger, Horatio decided, observing them as they marched along. He sighed and shook his head, jogging a few steps to keep up. How confidently his lordship walked on his Sergeant's arm!

Through tall pines that freshened the warm, quiet air, the deep, cool stream eddied among thick tree roots and great shelves of rock. Over the years since the village was founded, local farmers had claimed building stone from the bottom of the stream creating a wide terraced pool perfect for swimming on hot summer days. A dozen springs fed the stream here and kept the water level deep. Some locals claimed the depth was as much as forty feet in spring when rains filled the channel to overflowing. In summer, it remained about twenty, Horatio recalled.

Returning here felt good. The pool had been one of his favorite childhood haunts. He'd taken home an ancient bone fragment one afternoon. It was a fossil. His father could not help him identify it. It was too large to be any animal now living. Young Horatio had called it his dragon bone until the local clergyman spoke to his father and the bone disappeared from his room while he was attending school in the village.

The pool had always been his thinking place. During the whole year after his mother died, Horatio had sat next to his father while they fished in the pool. Their catch did augment their meager diet but somehow, even in his tender years, young Horatio knew they were not there for the fish. His father never said much. He merely cast his bait upon the water and waited for the answering tug on his line. Horatio decided that the fish was a symbol for God who someday would answer the question his father cast at Heaven's Gate each one of those days.

Horatio smiled when he remembered the first ship he'd ever captained. It was a little rowboat and he'd sailed it back and forth across the pool a hundred times before the farmer who owned it told him to stay out of it. His heart ached the day the boat disappeared. He had even marched down to the farmer and asked about it. Firewood, the man said. Only good for kindling. Horatio remembered the bitter tears he'd wept on the long walk home.

Meg had found him that day. She gave him some honeycomb and a quart of milk to take to his father. He wanted to give her three pennies but she refused saying that she'd get a few eggs the next time she visited. She'd kissed him and he'd thought of his mother. He ran the rest of the way home nearly spilling the milk. He wanted to like Meg but he still loved his real mother. How could he love them both?

Horatio breathed a great sigh and Edrington turned to him. "Horatio? Is something wrong?"

"Oh no, my lord. I love this place. I'm happy to see it again."

"I hear the men. They sound happy too. And they needed a good washing. Billy? Take your swim, if you please."

"Aye, sir. That I'll do."

Countryside: The Depths

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Out of the Depths

By AZARAD  

Billy Scathelock scampered off dropping his clothing as he jogged. Horatio helped the Colonel remove his boots and stockings. They'd both left their coats at the house. With a stolen kiss just below his ear, Horatio asked Edrington if he wished to remove his shirt and enjoy the warm day. When Edrington removed his shirt, Horatio took off his own and reveled in the freedom of the country air.

After a few minutes most of the men were drying themselves on the flat rock ledges that flanked the stream. Only the Sergeant had energy left. He'd climbed one of the tall pines as nimbly as any topman and now he stepped out onto a limb that extended out over the deepest part of the pool.

Frowning and standing, Horatio waved his arms. "Not there, Sergeant," he shouted.

Then he watched in horror as Billy waved and dove into the water. Horatio took a step into the water but firm fingers gripped him.

"What's wrong?"

"Your Sergeant, sir. He has not yet surfaced."

"I'm going with you."

"My lord?"

"I don't need eyes in the murky depths."

"Ten steps to the edge then and ten deep breaths before we dive. Do you understand?"

"I'm a good swimmer."

"Come on then."

Other men were shouting, but Horatio only heard the splashing of Colonel Edrington beside him as they waded to the drop off. After filling their lungs of air, they dove down together. The water grew steadily colder as they swam deeper.

Horatio felt a solid bump against his side. Edrington tugged at his hair. He swam upward and broke the surface in time to see his lordship swimming, dragging his Sergeant by a lucky chance toward the ledge of rock. On Billy's forehead was a bloody gash. The man was limp and his face looked deathly white.

As fast as he could stroke, Horatio swam ahead of Edrington. "This way, sir," he shouted. "Bring him to me."

Between the two of them, they carried him to the edge of the stream. Other men lifted him and turned him on his stomach over a log, hoping to drain the water out of him, raising his arms and pressing on his back. Edrington stood with his head down, his hands on his knees, listening to the efforts of his company.

"Tell me what's happening, Horatio," he rasped.

"He's vomited up some of the water. There's a strong pulse. Hear him cough? He's begun to breath!"

"Merciful God be praised!"

"I quite agree, my lord," Horatio said, thinking of the strange connection between God and fish.    

Countryside: Questions!

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Unspoken Question

By AZARAD

Two strong men carried the Sergeant home in a field stretcher made of coat and two muskets. Horatio led Lord Edrington. On the narrow path, they were met by an odd sight. Dr. Hornblower was running toward them. He was wearing only his nightshirt and house-slippers as if he'd just risen in the morning. Behind him, her hair unbraided, was Meg. The youngest redcoat, the boy called Perkins, followed them.

"This young man said there'd been an accident!" the older Hornblower gasped when he saw his son. The look of relief on his face was obvious. Then there was a slow warming of his skin tone.

A deep frown of bewilderment furrowed the younger Hornblower's brow. He stared at his father's state of undress unable to make sense of it. Then he blinked and stated simply, "Sergeant Scathelock dove into the water and struck his head. He nearly drowned, Father."

Meg came up and looked first to the injured man. The soldiers had stopped when they'd seen the pair running from the house. A few of the soldiers were smiling and nodding at the fine figure of the midwife.

"A bad cut on his forehead, Julian," Meg called to the doctor. Then she said quietly to the men, "Turn him on his stomach. He'll be coughing up water for a while yet."

The Sergeant's glazed green eyes flickered a little when they turned him over. Meg brushed back his thick blonde locks. Her hands were light but sure in their searching of the wound. Horatio thought she looked like one of the ancient Celtic priestesses. Her long, copper tresses fell in bright waves about her as she tended the fallen warrior.

Meg said, "He'll need an hour of rest and then I'll stitch him up. Shouldn't take but four or five."

Dr. Hornblower nodded and the company turned again toward the house. The path was narrow. Horatio led his friend and his father fell in line behind them. Meg walked with the stretcher-bearers.

When they arrived at the surgery, they laid the Sergeant down again on his stomach. He was coughing and bringing up a little water still. Meg left the room with a promise to return immediately with a soothing tea. Horatio helped Edrington find a seat near the newest patient. He joined their hands and then he drew his father aside.

"Take a moment to dress, Father. I'll keep the watch."

"Thank you, Son. You're a good lad."

Quiet Countryside: Awaiting Answers

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Awaiting Answers

by AZARAD

"Horatio?" Edrington asked. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure anything is wrong, exactly. I'm just a little stunned, is all."

"Horatio, tell me what you mean."

"I can't... I'm not sure how to put it into words." Horatio sighed.

Then, footsteps approached Edrington. There were a few other sounds, a rustle of cloth and water being poured into a basin. A strong smell of soap and brisk rubbing of hands being washed.

Horatio spoke again "Besides, we must tend your friend. No sense discussing any of my problems now."

"I think Billy's gone off," Edrington said. "He must be sleeping. I can feel his breath on my fingers. I'm glad he stopped coughing. That's a good sign, isn't it?"

"I gave him opium for the cough and to ease his headache. Lucky for him he has a hard head, eh?" Horatio said softly.

Then Edrington felt fingers touch his face and slowly begin to unbandage his eyes. His posture stiffened. He tried to relax.

Horatio stroked his face a moment. "I've got to change the dressing. Can you be still?"

"Yes," Edrington said through clenched teeth. He lifted his chin and squeezed Billy's wrist.

Colonel Edrington flinched only twice during the unwrapping. He heard Horatio's hissing intake of breath in sympathy each time. The doctor's son was born to the profession and well trained besides. Seemed a shame to put a pistol and cutlass into those fine hands. He should be at University in London.

When the procedure was finished, Edrington took hold of Horatio's fingers and kissed them.

"How can I express my thanks?" the Colonel asked, his voice roughened by a sudden passion.

"You owe me nothing, my lord," Horatio said calmly, kissing the man's palm and placing the hand once more on Billy Scathelock's wrist.

"You win, Horatio," Edrington said, resignation wrung from him by sweet patience.

"What?" Horatio asked, so confused by something that he'd forgotten his bargain.

Edrington explained, "I won't ask you or anyone, ever again for my pistol. Nor are you bound by your promise to come to my bed."

There was a pause. Horatio said nothing. Edrington went on, "Oh I'd love to have you, but only if you wish it."

Horatio cleared his throat. He stammered a little on the first few words. "You, you have your Sergeant. You pulled him from the water and yourself from the depths of despair. I would never intrude."

"You are a noble youth, Horatio. How little you know the real world."

"What do you mean?"

Edrington grinned. He rubbed his eyes wishing with all his might that he could see the innocent, puzzled expression in Horatio's deep, dark eyes.

"Don't do that!" Horatio said urgently, as he pulled the man's hands away. Then, suddenly he found himself in Edrington's grasp.

Edrington stood up and embraced him. The Colonel found his mouth with his own. He held him and bent him back in strong arms. Most likely dazed by the sudden onslaught and all the events of the day, Horatio surrendered immediately to him. Thankfully, the victor remained an honorable man. The fallen was not to be disgraced. Edrington only laughed. Something he knew he had not done since his accident. And his mirth, he explained, was not because of Horatio's discomfiture, rather it was for the joy of feeling one so stirring in his arms.

"I've discovered I'm in love with you, Horatio," Edrington whispered in his ear. "Here is evidence!"

Edrington held Horatio's fingertips to the racing pulse in his throat. Then, slowly he traced a path to his groin where greater testimony swelled.

"If you've pledged yourself to someone, I will understand," Edrington admitted, with a note of desperate sadness in his voice.

Horatio returned the embrace timidly at first, then fiercely. "No, I have not. Not yet, that is. But, haven't you?"

"My wife knows about Billy. And he knows I'm fond of you. Where's the harm?"

"I..."

"I'll press you no further now... I think someone's on the stair."  

Quiet Countryside - Love and Passion

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Love and Passion

By AZARAD

Dr. Hornblower and Meg entered the room. They prepared the patient and Meg did the stitching. The doctor and his son carried him to Horatio's room. He and Edrington would share the Colonel's bed and they would also share the tasks of nursing the Sergeant. If he started coughing again or if he had trouble breathing, the doctor was to be called immediately. A silver bell was placed on the nightstand within Edrington's reach.

Just before supper, Cook relieved the Colonel of his duties. Edrington learned that Meg had decided to help Horatio with the administration of her potions that evening, just before bed. In spite of some anxiety, he ate with a good appetite.

During the treatment, Meg's voice soothed him and he managed to endure the application of the medicinal herbs without distress. Then, he was given the bell and told to listen for any unusual sounds from the patient in the room across the hall. Finally, Meg explained that Horatio's father wanted to consult with his son, but he would return shortly. Then she led the young man to his father's study.

"Come in," Dr. Hornblower said looking up from his journals. "Meg? Will you stay?"

"No, Julian," she said, pushing Horatio gently toward a comfortable chair that faced his father. "I'll fetch you both some brandy. Then I'm off to bed."

Horatio sniffed his liquor and sipped it carefully. He waited. Finally he decided to open the proceedings himself. "You wished to speak with me, Father?"

"I owe you a dose of honesty, my boy."

"Father..."

"Hush, son. Give me time to unburden my heart. Don't make this any harder than it is." The doctor inhaled a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He watched his son fidget and take another sip. Then he said, "I'm not sure where to begin..."

Horatio looked up at him, his big eyes round with worry. His nostrils flared and his brow creased.

"I should have told you long ago about Meg," the older man confessed. "We were acquainted long before I met your mother."

"You loved my mother!"

"And I still grieve for her, son. Horatio, I would have gone to my grave with her, if there had been no one holding me to this life. So many days, down at the pond, I wanted to slip beneath the dark waters. Only I had you, my boy, and Meg, don't you see? Reasons to suffer the agony and go on living."

"And now?"

"When you went to sea aboard Justinian, I felt the sadness again. It wasn't long before Meg made me realized that she was the answer. We married in the moonlight, son. Jumped over the broomstick dancing at the Midsummer bonfire, according to the Old Ways."

"Is your secret safe, Father?"

"All who know are sworn to silence. Yes, we are safe. I should have told you sooner but there never seemed to be time or place. Now, it's been forced upon me."  

The doctor paused and moved his chair closer to his son's. They sat knee to knee. He whispered, "Please Horatio, don't be angry. I've never stopped loving your mother."

"I believe you, Dad."

"Thank you, son. Honesty is best, wouldn't you say?"

Horatio looked deeply into his dad's eyes. His father was waiting for something. For his confession? Puzzled, he sipped his brandy again and avoided his father's steady gaze. Instead, he scanned the desktop. His eyes widened when he saw a letter in a well-known hand. Captain Pellew's hand.

"Son?" his father asked gently. "Will you not tell me how you came to have the scar on your left arm?"

Glancing at his father's expectant face and then at Pellew's letter, Horatio felt sweat begin to trickle down his spine. What had the Captain written? Had the letter mentioned the morbid fear of the gallows that caused a brave man to attempt to take his own life? The blood drained from his face. The alcohol in his veins burned. The room shimmered.

How could he explain the terror he felt at the hangings he'd witnessed standing next to his father? How could he remind him of the day in the surgery, when the lifeless corpse rose up from the table? Such a poisonous truth would kill his father. Surely a honeyed deceit was better than so bitter a reality. Horatio swallowed and absently rubbed the long, ragged scar along his forearm.

"Horatio," his father said kindly. "I have practiced medicine all my life. I have seen sword strokes and battle wounds. When your captain wrote to me of your imprisonment, and of your trial, I had hoped to receive a letter from you. I can only assume that something prevented you from writing to me. Then, your captain wrote that you were to be released. At that point, all Captain Pellew would say was that he discovered you wounded. He'd pressed the vein closed and kept you alive. Why have you never spoken of any of these events?

"I wished to spare you the pain, Father." Horatio winced at the hollow sound in his own voice.

"Horatio, when you were a child, I taught you how to find the veins. Did I give my own child the means to attempt something so desperate? I can only guess at what loathsome circumstance drove you to try to take your own life!"

Truth like a tiger tore at Horatio's throat. He sobbed and flung himself into his father's arms. He cried, "I was terrified, Father. Of the gallows. Of being cut down and laid out upon a table. The scalpel slicing into my chest. Terrified that you would be the one. The doctor forced to witness..."

"Oh my God, Horatio. I did this to you, didn't I?"

"No, Father! Over the years, the fears grew. You didn't know. I wasn't aware how afraid I'd become until I heard the sentence. Then the dreams came. I went mad."

"My sweet boy. Can you forgive me?"

"Hold me, Father, please."

In the quiet study, the sounds of weeping mingled with the crackle of the fire in the grate. In time, the embers winked out and hot blood cooled too. Father kissed his son and son embraced his father. Then they parted, destined for their own chambers.

Before going to Edrington's room, Horatio checked on his patient. Billy Scathelock lay on his stomach, nude amid the tangled sheets of Horatio's bed. Moonlight silvered his hair and Horatio understood why Edrington found the man a pleasing companion. From his strong shoulders, down the curve of his broad back to his slim waist, he was a comely man. But his firm buttocks and muscled thighs seemed the perfection of an angel, fashioned by the Creator to inspire a man to look toward Heaven.

Carefully placing his ear to the man's back, Horatio listened to him breathing. His lungs were clear. Good, Horatio thought. Pneumonia was difficult to cure and often the result of near drowning. Next, a soft stroke along the man's back and down to his perfect feet. The skin was cool. A shame to blanket such a vision. Nevertheless dawn would be chilly.

Finally, yawning, Horatio entered Edrington's room. He heard the bell placed carefully on the table and watched his bedfellow make room for him. Horatio flung off his clothes and slid into the warm embrace. His emotions had been stirred and he felt he was dreaming.

In all his experiences, only Edrington and Billy Scathelock inspired pure lust within his loins. Sweet Archie gladdened his heart. He loved spending time with his friend enjoying the pleasures of their bodies. Yet with Archie he had never felt the rough edges of unbridled passion that struggled to escape his will tonight.

Dear Captain Pellew inspired feelings of filial love and patriotic duty. To his Captain, Horatio knew he would always remain deeply devoted. Yet, the Captain at present was unattainable. They might never touch one another free of constraint. He missed the Captain's calmness.

Then he touched warm skin and realized that tonight, Colonel, the Lord Edrington lay naked next to him. The Earl had professed his love and now he was enfolding him in his arms, sucking away his breath and setting fire to his last shreds of Horatio's self-control. The past hour with his father had emptied Horatio of his emotional reserve. He succumbed to his craving for the physical touch of a fellow understanding creature.

Edrington seemed to sense his pliant mood. He nipped and teased the sweet and tender flesh until Horatio sank his teeth into the man's shoulder to stifle his cries of pleasure. A quarter hour of rest and Horatio found a ticklish spot on his lordship and tortured him mercilessly until the Earl begged his tormentor to finish him. Then they kissed and stroked each other quietly, both sleepy in one another's arms.

The Colonel asked Horatio how his interview with his father had proceeded. Was it the reason for his lustfulness? Horatio told him that he and his dad were on very good terms. Then Horatio confessed that the sight of Billy sleeping in his bed enflamed his passions. He hoped that Edrington would not take offense at his candor.

"Not at all," he replied. "Billy asked me the other day about you. He said "Can I fook 'im, sir?" I told him he had to secure permission from you. What will you tell him, Horatio?"

"I'm not sure, my lord! I'm very content where I am."

"Have you ever seen him ride a horse?"

"No."

"Rides like a peasant. Rides me the same way... I would not recommend it for your first time. You must believe me, Horatio. I can be gentle when I want to be."

"I'll remember, my lord..."

After a few more kisses, they dozed off.      

Quiet Countryside - In the Morning...

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Billy Scathelock (First introduced by our fair Capt'n G.)

By AZARAD

Loud coughing woke Horatio. A wracking miserable cough that tore at the throat of those who heard it. Billy lay on his belly, his head near the bucket. He had been coughing so hard that he had vomited up the herbal tea Meg had given him. He glared at each new visitor as if expecting a more ingenious torturer. Then he hauled himself up and rubbed his head and then his sore stomach. Then, he took deeper breaths that seemed clearer to Horatio.

"You, sir. Were ye daft?" Billy asked Horatio when he saw who watched him at the door. "'Ow could ye let 'im swim down fer me?"

"I couldn't stop him, Sergeant!"

"'E's all right then?"

"He's fine. You are the one who's sick. Didn't you see me waving at you? I motioned for you to wait."

"Oh, I mistook yer sign for all's clear!"

"You could have drowned."

"Death's always nearby soldiers."

"Take a care, man. Your Colonel needs you."

"Aye, same as I need 'im. But, 'e's to be sent 'ome, isn't 'e? I'll soon get a new colonel."

"I don't know quite how it's done at Horse Guards, Sergeant. Can't we find a way to keep your little company together? He needs them around him. I should be back aboard my ship before September but I've asked Captain Pellew for another month."

"I'm glad, sir."

"Well, who's in command, now that you're injured?"

"Corporal Josh Smith. 'e can read, sir."

"Can you read, Billy?"

"Aye. Lord Edrington taught me my letters. We spent many a winter night together."

"Reading?"

"Amoong other things, sir."

A fit of coughing started again. Horatio began a vigorous massage of the man's back. The muscles felt like steel. Slowly the hacking subsided and Billy slumped back against Horatio. The man's body was lean and hard. Even exhausted, his muscles seemed wound tight, ready to explode into raw action.

"A drink would be nice about now, sir."

"I'll pour you some water from the pitcher."

"I was 'opin' for a drop of rum or brandy, sir."

"I'll go downstairs and cut a lime. A tot of rum with lime juice is a sovereign remedy for a great many ailments aboard ship."

"My thanks, sir. An', may I see his lordship this morning?"

"He's still sleeping."

"All wore out, is 'e, sir?"

"HE wore ME out, Sergeant!"

The burst of laughter started Billy coughing again but the episode was short in duration. Billy seemed surprisingly healthy for one knocked unconscious and nearly drowned.

"Permission to touch ye, sir?"

"Huh?"

"Ye're an officer. I must get yer permission."

"I see. Well, you have it. As long as you don't strike me, that is!"

"Wha's 'e been tellin' yer about me?"

"That you ride like a peasant!"

"That I do, sir. Care for a little go 'round the paddock?"

"Not until you're better. Now, rest easy. I'll return shortly with your rum."

"Thank yer, sir."

"Oh, by the way, why did you need my permission for a touch? What had you planned to do?"

"Oh, I plan to kiss yer, sir. Soon as I'm able."

Quiet Countryside: Breakfast...

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Breakfast

By AZARAD

(Horatio and Billy converse...)

"Shall we try to get some more rest then? I'll get your tot and check on the Colonel."

"Thank yer, sir."

Sergeant Scathelock reclined again in the little bed. He rolled over onto his stomach and hugged the pillows. In the warm morning light his skin seemed the color of rich cream, the texture of heavy silk. Horatio had to force himself to turn and leave the room.

Quick galloping steps took him to the kitchen where he prepared a tray of tea cups, a platter of bacon and buttered toast, a tot of rum and limejuice. Finally, he filched three of Cooks fresh apple tarts. A proper breakfast. Balancing everything, he walked carefully back upstairs where he laid out the little nourishment in Edrington's room. The Colonel's nose twitched in his sleep.

Horatio paused a moment and then went to fetch the other patient. After his drink, Billy was able to stand, then to walk the short steps to his commanding officer's room. He sat down heavily and immediately snatched a piece of bacon. Horatio indulged the bad manners, glad to see the Sergeant's appetite. The early morning bouts of coughing had subsided, no doubt, thanks to Meg's herbal teas.

Leaning over Lord Edrington, Horatio softly kissed his mouth, lingering and deepening the kiss when he felt the man awake, listening at the same time to Billy smacking on another strip of bacon.

A hoarse whisper ruffled the curls near his right ear. "Ahhh, kisses for breakfast. My appetite awakens."

Warm hands slipped along Horatio's sides and cupped his backside. A sudden pull of strong arms took him off his feet and sent him sprawling across his lover's body. Instinctively, he curled his knee and he heard the wheeze that escaped his lordship.

"Oh dear. I am sorry, my lord!" Horatio gasped when he rolled off to the side.

"No, you are not!" Edrington growled, playfully. "So, you'll have to pay for your clumsiness."

Raising his chin to expose his throat, Horatio drew Edrington's mouth to his beating pulse, and replied, "Take anything you wish, my lord."

Licking the long throat and enjoying the shivering response, Edrington asked, "Do you hear him, Billy? Why can't you be so agreeable in the morning?"

"I'm not a gentleman, sir. 'E is."

Horatio righted himself and rolled out of the bed, glad in a selfish way that Edrington could not see the deep red blush on his cheeks. Summoning his dignity, he helped arrange the pillows so Edrington could dine in his bed. Then Horatio served him, waiting until Edrington ordered him to take his own breakfast from the same plate.

Never had Horatio experienced a situation so stimulating. The simple act of eating in the company of these two men stirred his passions. He had thought that the past evening would have cooled him but it had only cracked the walls that held his desires in check. All those months at sea, with only a few stolen moments with Archie. His secret longing for the touch of Captain Pellew's lips on his brow remained a constant aching need within his body. Now, here in his own house, he was free to enjoy any pleasure he wished. It seemed too good.

Edrington seemed a changed man too this morning. He was laughing and eating with great enthusiasm. Billy seemed much improved too. He merely winced from time to time laughing hard at Horatio's discomfort in Edrington's grasp. Still, one day of quiet was necessary for the Sergeant. Time for Lord Edrington to review his own troops.

As soon as breakfast was over, Billy was sent back to his bed. He was given permission to explore any of Horatio's books. He seemed much more taken with the fish bowl and the telescope. Then he assured his officer that he would get some rest since his headache was returning. Horatio ordered a willowbark tea and more rum. Then he and Lord Edrington prepared to leave the house.

Quiet Countryside: Another Playmate

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Another Playmate

By Azarad (apologizing for taking SOOOOO long to return! I've been cleaning my house!)

Scene: Breakfast in Edrington's room the morning after Sergeant Scathelock's near drowning...

Never had Horatio experienced a situation so stimulating. The simple act of eating in the company of these two men stirred his passions. He had thought that the past evening would have cooled him but it had only cracked the walls that held his desires in check. All those months at sea, with only a few stolen moments with Archie. His secret longing for the touch of Captain Pellew's lips on his brow remained a constant aching need within his body. Now, here in his own house, he was free to enjoy any pleasure he wished. It seemed too good.

Edrington, too, seemed a changed man this morning. He was laughing and eating with great enthusiasm. Billy was much improved, only a slight rattling in his lungs when he laughed too hard at Horatio's discomfort in Edrington's grasp. So, at least one day of quiet was necessary for the Sergeant. Besides, it was time Lord Edrington reviewed his own troops.

As soon as breakfast was over, Billy was sent back to his bed. He was given permission to explore any of Horatio's books that looked amusing. He seemed much more taken with the fish bowl and the telescope. Then he assured the officers that he would get some rest since his headache had returned. Before leaving the Sergeant, Horatio ordered a willowbark tea and more rum. Then he and Lord Edrington dressed to leave the house.

"I'd like to go riding, Horatio." Edrington said. It nearly sounded like an order.

"Splendid idea, sir," his agreeable companion replied. Then he asked, "How will we manage it?

The Colonel rubbed his freshly shaven chin. "I'll admit I don't trust you to control your own mount, much less lead mine. I was frightened out of my wits all the while you held the razor to my throat."

"Oh dear! Then, I hope your Sergeant's hand is steadier by tomorrow."

"Horatio, I'm merely jesting."

Oh! Nevertheless, I wouldn't trust myself around horses, my lord. Do any of your men ride? Besides your Sergeant?"

"I think Josh Smith does. And I do need to speak with him about orders for the day. I think you'll like him, Horatio. He's a good, honest lad. A classical scholar too, like yourself."

The two officers walked out into the bright sunshine toward the barn where the men were quartered. One of the dairy maid's winked at Horatio as she passed them. He followed her with his eyes. When she arrived at the kitchen door, she turned, set down her pail of milk and blew him a kiss. Honestly, he didn't know what to make of his strange feelings.

When they reached the barn, Corporal Joshy Smith was entering figures into the ledger book. Horatio saw a child at his school desk, a delicate frame of fine bones and porcelain skin, sitting on a milking stool, the heavy book propped in front of him on a bench. The lad's raven hair waved around his ears before being neatly gathered in a long queue that fell down his narrow back. He wrote in a firm, elegant script, all the while frowning and pouting small cupid's bow lips. A tender lamb, to be sure, amid the rough rogues of Edrington's company.

"I hear pen scratching paper... Must be Corporal Smith, hard at his tasks as usual," Edrington commented dryly.

"Yes, sir!" Josh shouted, leaping to his feet and nearly upsetting his bottle of ink. "Awaiting orders, sir."

Efficiently, Horatio reached out and caught the heavy ledger. At the same instant, he balanced the younger man with a quickly placed hand under the boy's elbow. Edrington stood listening, his left ear inclined in Smith's direction, his chin high, posture straight, his eyes covered by a fine, black silk kerchief.

"It's so good to see you up and about, sir," Josh gushed. "Shall I muster the men?"

"No, thank you, Smith," Edrington said. "That will not be necessary. I can hardly review them now, can I?"

"Begging your pardon, Colonel. I thought your friend the Lieutenant here might march us about for your pleasure."

"Uh, my lord?" Horatio interrupted.

"What is it, Horatio?"

"I know nothing of marching, my lord. Nor would I know a well-turned out redcoat if I saw one!"

"At ease, man." Edrington said. "Smith knows. Merely stand as I do and look imperious. The men like to see a proud officer at the head of the column. It gives them courage."

"Then, I will try to imitate Captain Pellew on the quarterdeck."

"Splendid image. I remember it well. But time for all that later. I think I'd like to go riding first. Then afterward, I'll order parade and you may contemplate your Captain. Smith?"

"Yes, Colonel sir?"

"Order three horses saddled. Or better yet, see to the task yourself. Be quick now. And don't be concerned about your scribbling. Lieutenant Hornblower, here, will see that your ledger is returned to the Sergeant."

"Thank you, sir."

"Oh, Smith, you are coming riding with us. Is that understood?"

"Really, sir? I love to ride. Oh, thank you, sir!"

Edrington leaned close against Horatio's willowy frame, circled his waist with his arm and whispered into his ear. "Smith's a pretty lad, isn't he?"

"Stunning, sir. Yet, why is he merely a common soldier? His looks and his bearing show all the refinement of someone of good family."

"When Sergeant Scathelock found him, I wondered about him too. So I made inquires. His father was looking for him and had offered a large reward. Through my solicitor, I informed the man that his son was alive and well. Then I learned I was about to be charged with kidnapping. That is, until the judge learned who I was."

"What prevented you from returning Smith to his family?"

"I learned that he'd run away from them. I can only imagine the reasons. The boy's got lash scars on his back. What sort of man would flog his own child?"

"Mr. Kennedy might know, sir."  

Quiet Countryside: More Playmates

By AZARAD

"What prevented you from returning Smith to his family?"

"I learned that he'd run away from them. I can only imagine the reasons. The boy's got lash scars on his back. What sort of man would flog his own child?"

"Mr. Kennedy might know, sir."

Colonel Edrington tensed a moment at the revelation of Archie's unhappy childhood. Then he slowly relaxed and sighed.

Edrington commented softly, "Ah, you and I seem to be the lucky ones, Horatio. Our fathers are sensible men."

Horatio answered warmly, giving his friend's arm a little squeeze. "Oh, you know what a tender man my father is. I love him dearly. And I'm glad to learn that you have a good natured father too."

"Oh, he was a noble man and a brave officer. He died at Albany and left me the family title and fortune."

"Oh, I am sorry!" Horatio paused a moment. Then he added, "Did you know that Captain Pellew lost a younger brother at that battle! He himself, just a midshipman, was forced to assume command of his vessel about the same time."

"I'd like to imagine the good Captain meeting my father..."

"I'm sure they would have taken to one another."

"Do you think so?"

"Of course! Oh, here comes Smith. He's leading a big, nervous grey. He's your favorite, isn't he, my lord?"

"Yes, he's called Dawn of Empire, son of Imperial Command out of Misty Morning.

"Well, quite a name, my lord. But, what pet name do you have for him?"

"Depends upon our moods. Honestly, I suppose I refer to him as You Bastard, most of the time."

"Really!. And the others? A massive bay and a small chestnut?

"Must be Cecil and Cheshire! Good choices. You'll not get any trouble from the bay."

"How am I to get aboard him?"

"Grab the mane and reins. Then, put your left foot in the stirrup. Careful not to kick him in the belly. Now, fling that long right leg of yours to starboard, man. Is he up, Smith?"

"Yes, sir!" Smith cheered. "Now, shall I hold Dawny for you?"

"Only a moment, son. Just let me feel his reins. Whoa, boy. Steady now, you bastard!"

Quiet Countryside: The Ride

In the Quiet Countryside

The Ride

by AZARAD  

The three men rode quietly, circling the paddock several times at the walk. Horatio's solid bay plodded along side the fiery thoroughbred that pranced under Edrington. Little Joshy kept a seat on his chestnut like a proper gentleman about to shout tally ho. Throughout the walk, Smith described the entire paddock, its length, and width, the footing and the height of the paddock's board fence.

Three times around and Edrington seemed to have his bearings. He clucked his grey into a trot. Cheshire and Joshy stayed alongside him. Horatio on solid Cecil were left in the middle of the paddock in a cloud of dust. Just then, Dawn of Empire began to canter and Edrington sat up very straight. The horse rocked under him almost running in place. A beautiful exhibition of horsemanship, Horatio thought.

Just then Edrington said, "What's the footing like on the other side of the fence, Joshy?"

"A fine level field, sir, a pasture about a hundred yards long and nearly as wide."

"Fine. Meet you on the other side!"

"Yes, sir!" Joshy shouted.

Then the young Corporal slapped his horse with his whip and galloped toward the paddock fence with Edrington's big grey hot on his heels. Horatio sat open mouthed and wide eyed in the center of the paddock, gathering his reins and banging his legs against the horse's meaty sides to make it plod to the gate. He was half way to his goal when he watched Joshy and then Edrington clear the fence on their swift mounts. The smile on Edrington's lips was worth the gut wrenching stab of fear that tore through Horatio as the horse soared skyward. Then the creature landed light as a butterfly and galloped off following the little chestnut.

Cecil roused himself and whinnied. He picked up the trot and suddenly, Horatio found himself heading toward the paddock fence himself. Somehow, he gathered his conscious thoughts and forced his heels down, at the same time grabbing a good hold of the mane. The horse leaped the fence with ease and landed without accident on the far side. The wind in his face as the tall horse ran felt amazingly good, considering how close to heaven he'd been only a moment before.

"Good show, Horatio!" Edrington shouted. "Joshy's told me you decided to follow us. Cecil's a good lad, isn't he?"

"He's marvelous, sir. Although I admit, following was all his idea," Horatio said, a little winded from the excitement. After a breath or two, Horatio added, "I must say, you saved my life twice at Musillac. I remembered all you said about staying aboard...heels down, handful of mane, look up! Even so, the thrill was heart-stopping."

"Another gallop then?" Edrington asked, gathering Dawn's reins.

"Agreed," Horatio said, grabbing more of Cecil's thick black mane.

"Lead on, Squire!"

"Yes, milord!" Joshy said, tapping his chestnut with his heels, his seat just grazing the saddle.

An hour later, Horatio was afraid he'd never walk again. He knew he'd never father children. Still, the pain was worth the expression on Edrington's face. The sheer joy of living was plain to see.  

Countryside: In the Loft

In the Quiet of the Countryside: In the Loft

By AZARAD

The stable was shady and cool compared to the warmth of the paddock and fields. Three troopers took away the horses and promised to give them proper care. Horatio patted Cecil affectionately as he was led away. Then he winced as he took a few steps. He'd be very stiff in the morning.

"How kind of you, Horatio, to indulge me in my favorite sport," Edrington whispered into his hair, kissing his neck.

Returning the light kisses, Horatio said, "I'm sorry that Sergeant Scathelock was unable to join us today."

"Oh, I'm sure you want to see Billy in the saddle, but Smith's a better rider. I had no fear whatsoever."

"I was terrified, sir. And I must say, my legs are quite sore."

"Oh my gallant friend. I must do something about that."

"I would like to rest awhile. Have you ever slept in sweet and soft new mown hay?"

"No, I haven't. Yet, I would like to... Somehow, you make it sound delightfully rustic. But first, your stable grooms must keep some liniment for the horses somewhere nearby. I'd be more than happy to apply some, to ease the soreness from your legs." More kisses on a soft, trembling throat. Edrington smiled.

Leaning back against one of the support beams and holding Edrington at arms length, Horatio replied, breathlessly, "I'm sure we can find something in the tack room. My father has no stable hands except for Cook's husband and he's out picking apples today. We'll have the barn to ourselves."

"I'll set Smith on guard duty." Edrington's eager mouth searched out Horatio's once more.

After a few more deep kisses, Horatio muttered, "Stay here, near the ladder. I'll fetch the liniment."

Not many minutes later, Horatio returned with a small glass bottle and a thick woolen blanket.

"We'll be snug up in the loft. Will you have trouble with the ladder?"

"I don't think so."

With that, Edrington clambered up with Horatio behind him, ready to catch him if he slipped. Good memories of youthful escapes filled Horatio's mind's eye as hands and feet climbed the familiar ladder to the highest deck of the great hay ship. Oh, how he wished his friend could see.

The barn's lowest level was a sturdy structure of fieldstone. Above, it was built of heavy timbers, beams and planks. Light filtered in through the cracks. Dust motes shimmered in the long slanting rays. The perfume of the sweet smelling hay was intoxicating. Its softness as luxurious as a feather bed. Horatio spread the blanket and reclined next to Edrington who immediately began to remove articles of clothing from his brother officer.

"Rest a while, my lord. We have all afternoon."

"I can't wait to touch you, Horatio. I'm burning with desire."

Without waiting, Edrington searched Horatio and found the buttons on his breeches. He attacked them furiously and dragged off the encumbering garment. Then he rolled the young naval officer onto his stomach. Horatio caught his breath when Edrington pressed his fine fingers into the muscles of his thighs. From firm, rounded buttocks to slender ankles, Edrington's hands roved up and down. Like a conquered land, Horatio groaned under his unrelenting oppressor.

"Pour a few drops of the liniment into the palms of my hands, Horatio. Your muscles resist me."

"Here..." Horatio gasped.

A cold stinging sensation turned warm as Edrington continued to rub. He folded Horatio's shirt up to his neck and massaged the man's shoulders and back. Cries for mercy and peals of laughter echoed in the barn's vault when playful fingers tickled delicate ribs. The pressure returned and deep moans of pleasure filled Edrington's ears like music.

"On your back, Harlot, that I might take you," Edrington whispered roughly, his voice hoarse from passion.

He felt Horatio turn but then, long and graceful arms enfolded him. Warm lips pulled at his ear and a lively tongue's tip traced the ridges. Edrington shuddered as tingling sensations traversed his frame.

Then the mild, honeyed voice said, "Please, my lord, share the pleasure with me."

Quiet Countryside: Even More in the Loft

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Encounter in the Loft (cont.)

Horatio finally answered, "I think I bit my tongue. I'm bleeding. I can taste it."

"Shall I stop?"

"Gawd, no!"

In spite of the plea, Edrington paused. He reclined full length beside his companion and cradled him. He kissed him and probed his mouth. He tasted only a little trace of blood. Nothing serious, he thought happily.

How amusing to be halted by so minor a consequence! Clearly, compared to Scathelock, Horatio was a tender lover, to be fondled and cherished. Edrington wrapped his arms tighter around his bedfellow and squeezed him, burying his face in silky, lustrous curls.

"If you are certain that you are all right..." Edrington whispered, solicitously.

"I'll be fine. Really!" Horatio replied, a sense of urgency in his voice.

"Horatio?"

"What is it now, my lord?"

The words were tinged with warm impatience and Horatio's mouth was searching him again. The daring tongue darted at his left nipple. A rush of cool breath and the flesh hardened. It was getting more difficult to concentrate, but Edrington was very curious about a single point.

"I've never known anyone in the throes of passion as quiet as you've been."

"You've never had Archie Kennedy in your hammock making love to you, three feet from the rest of the Indy's sleeping midshipmen."

"Seriously?"

"I held my breath so long, I nearly fainted."

"For some reason, I believe you. Seems a shame, though. I quite enjoy listening to my lover. When you come to Edring Hall you must give full voice to your culmination. I look forward to hearing you.

"Oh dear! I do hope your family will be away."

"Oh, I'll send Dora and the children to her mother's. Scathelock will be there to assist me, I think. He's asked to do so. Does that excite you?"

Edrington felt Horatio tremble in his arms and press himself against his companion.

Are you ready for me now?" Edrington asked, with unusual gentleness.

"Oh yes," Horatio said in a breathy whisper.

Then Joshy, from his hiding place, heard the handsome naval officer sigh and lay back like an offering on a pagan altar as the Colonel bent over him and took him.  

Quiet Countryside: Josh on Guard

In the Quiet of the Countryside

Josh on Guard

By AZARAD    

Then Joshy, from his hiding place, heard the handsome naval officer sigh. He watched him lay back like an offering on a pagan altar as the Colonel bent over him and took him. Afterward, for nearly an hour, the young corporal watched over them as they slept, naked and exhausted, in one another's arms. Joshy's beloved colonel's head rested half in the crook of the naval officer's arm and half on his wide shoulder, lovingly enfolded in sound sleep.

A call came from the house. The dinner bell. So the young redcoat crept closer. Hesitating to disturb their peaceful slumber, he admired the sleek curves of the men's bodies as they lay with limbs entwined. Their skin glowed with unusual softness in the filtered rays of shimmering light streaming into the barn. Joshy gazed in rapture at both examples of potent manliness, lean, firm muscles, powerful even in repose. Wide chests, swelling with each breath, sweet parted lips, still lazily kissing damp flesh. And proud phalluses resting between solid thighs.

The tableau of light and shadow seemed to Joshy an image from the Illiad. He sensed uneasiness in his groin. His organ had hardened. He knelt down near his commander. His eyes misted when they fell upon the black scarf covering his Colonel's burned eyes. He knew that for one look of this man's approval, he'd gladly give his life. For a kiss, he'd trade his soul.

Josh heard the dinner bell again. It shook the enchantment. He stretched out his hand and touched Colonel Edrington's arm.

"Sir," Josh whispered. "Time to wake, sir."

"Hum?"

"It's Smith, sir. Time for dinner. The bell's rung twice. They'll come looking if we don't come down."

"Horatio?"

"He's fast asleep, sir. Positively worn out, I think. Here, I'll help you dress," Joshy whispered as he helped Edrington pull together his clothing.

Joshy noticed him shiver. "Pardon me, sir. I'm afraid my hands are cold."

"Quite all right, Corporal."

There was a pause in speech and movement. Then Edrington said, "Tell me, Josh, how does my sweet companion appear? Is he smiling?"

"Oh yes, sir. You must have made him very happy."

"Describe him fully, if you please."

"Well, he's a fine, handsome figure. All legs. Like a big colt, sleeping here in the hay. His face is in a bit of shadow but he's well-made, sir. Dark hair and brows, long lashes. A ruddy cheek from all the fresh air and his lips are very red."

The bell sounded.

"Best, sir, if we wake him, wouldn't you say?"

"I'll wake him, Corporal," Edrington said, running his hands the length of the slim body, over the satisfied, sleeping cock rousing it a little.

Joshy watched as the naval officer's expression twitched from sleep to a little frowning grimace. The man licked his swollen lips and swallowed. Then all at once, he bolted upright, his large dark eyes staring wide open at Joshy.    

Q C: From the Loft to the Bathhouse

In the Quiet of the Countryside

>From Loft to Bathhouse

(Edrington warns: Sex and Violence)

By AZARAD  

The bell sounded.

"Best, sir, if we wake him, wouldn't you say?"

"I'll wake him, Corporal," Edrington said, running his hands the length of the slim body, over the satisfied, sleeping cock rousing it a little.

Joshy watched as the naval officer's expression twitched from sleep to a little frowning grimace. The man licked his swollen lips and swallowed. Then all at once, he bolted upright, his large dark eyes staring wide open at Joshy.  

"Easy, sir," Joshy said quickly, reaching out to steady the startled man. "We're all friends here. See?"

"What's the matter, Smith?" Edrington asked urgently.

"The lieutenant's surprised to see me, sir," Josh whispered.

"Bells... It's my watch!" Horatio gasped, his face marred by lines of worry, his body tensed for action.

"Horatio," Edrington said calmly, his arms reaching out. "You are with me in the loft of your father's barn. Don't you remember?"

"Oh my lord! I do remember now. Oh dear," Horatio exclaimed as he snatched for his shirt and held it tightly in his lap.

"Your pardon, sir," Joshy whispered averting his eyes. He had just realized by the man's rosy blush that the naval officer was modest.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, sir," Josh said. "In the army, we live in one another's pockets. Yet, I suppose an officer on a great ship enjoys more privacy."

Horatio took a deep breath and began wiggling into his clothes. Edrington was laughing softly. He'd felt the scrambling moves and guessed his companion's embarrassment at being caught in flagrante delicto. Smith's warm presence brushed him and Edrington guessed that his corporal was attempting to help Horatio tidy himself.

Edrington asked, dryly, "Am I presentable, gentlemen?"

At once, two pairs of hands patted and smoothed him. Long slender fingers combed the hay out of his hair. Soft lips kissed his brow just above the black scarf. Smaller hands gently, quickly adjusted the position of his genitals, tucked in his shirt, then deftly fastened his buttons. Edrington smiled and basked in the glow of their earnest efforts.

The bell rang a third time and footsteps approached their sanctuary. A girl child's voice called up to them. Edrington felt Horatio's hand tighten on his forearm.

"Let me help you stand up, my lord."

"Thank you, Horatio," Edrington said, rising to his feet. Then he asked, "Now, you don't have a sling to get me down off your ship, do you, dear boy?"

"Well, in a way we do, sir. Hay on a great fork acts as a counterweight. You hold the rope and step off the edge of the loft. The hay fork rises and you are lowered quite gently. The distance is only fifteen feet or so. Certainly not terrifying to someone who jumped the paddock fence."

"You, sir, are making me pay for that equestrian experience, aren't you, Horatio?"

"Dearly, sir. And loving it with all my heart."

"I told you before that I'm not afraid to die."

"I have no doubt you are a brave man, sir."

"Take me to the rope then."

"I'll go first. Smith will make sure you have a good hold and show you where to safely step off."

They walked to the edge and a light breeze ruffled Edrington's hair. He swayed a little standing at the loft's brink.

"Suddenly I'm quite giddy, Horatio," Edrington exclaimed. "How silly!"

"Oh, you'll want to do it again afterward. It is really rather amusing."

"Are you coming down now, Horatio?" the little girl called louder. "Your father and Meg are waiting to start the meal. All your men are assembled too, Lord Edrington, sir. Please! Hurry, Horatio."

"Send her to the house, Horatio. Then, I'll jump."

"Go back to the house, Molly. Tell them we are on our way."

Moments later, Horatio rode the hay pulley down to the threshing floor. He looked up and watched Smith place Edrington's hands on the thick hawser. The Colonel's cheek pressed against the rope and Horatio could tell his jaws were clenched.

"Hold tightly, sir and push off," Horatio said. "I'm here below you."

Edrington did so and lightly dropped into Horatio's embrace. Huge smiles brighten their faces. Horatio's eyes were bright with tears. Joshy jumped next and he too enjoyed the ride. Then they hurried off to the house.

Sergeant Billy was feeling better too, Edrington learned. He'd eaten some clear soup, his head ached less and his cough had diminished. He was given leave to sit in the garden with the others for an hour after dinner. Then he and Edrington were escorted to the surgery for examinations. Both men endured their treatments well.

Joshy helped Molly serve tea to the troopers at precisely four in the afternoon. She blushed prettily at the compliments from the men. Joshy frowned at the least bit of lewdness and he scowled at anyone using bad language. For his pains he heard himself called Sargie more than once.

After tea, Horatio asked Molly's brother Paul to please go and light the fire in the bathhouse. An hour later, he led Edrington down to the secluded fieldstone building just off the kitchen. Inside, a big tub of fresh well water waited to be mixed with hot water from a cauldron that boiled over the fire. Unlike the small tubs that were carried into a bedroom, the big tub was designed for communal bathing.

Herbs and dried flowers hung in bunches from the rafters. Fragrant cakes of soap and little flasks of essential oils lined the shelves. Thick towels in willow baskets, woven straw mats on the dirt floor. All Meg's handiwork, Horatio realized. He tossed a few handsful of lavender in a kettleful of boiling water, letting it steep while they undressed. Then he poured it into the bath along with lots more hot water.

After they'd themselves eased into the water, Horatio confessed, "I blushed like a bride when I saw Smith looking at me."

Edrington ruffled the dark curls and whispered into his companion's ear, "I wish more than ever that I had the use of my eyes."

"One day you shall. Meg seemed very pleased with your progress. Now, let's get clean."

"I suppose we did offend everyone's nostrils at dinner and at tea, didn't we, dear boy?"

"And we mustn't blame your horses for all of it."

"I do not find the male scent offending. There's something sensual in it."

"I have to agree, my lord. But, even so, I thought you might be glad for a good washing."

"After we enjoy ourselves once more?"

"Oh yes!"

Edrington took his companion in his arms, their bellies pressing tightly. Then, the Colonel ran his hand down Horatio's back, over the small firm buttocks. He reached between parted thighs. He felt Horatio lean into him and smother a cry against his shoulder.

"Do you trust me?" Edrington asked.

"Yes," Horatio murmured against wet skin.

"Does pain excite you?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

Edrington felt the plaint body in his arms suddenly tense and seize him in a fearful grip.

"Yes," Edrington whispered breathily. "A little fear makes a sharp sauce. I would blindfold you, but one of us needs to see."

"My...my lord," Horatio stammered, his breaths quickening. "I..I've never experience sodomy..."

Edrington smoothed back the wild curls and said, "And I would not dream of depriving a certain Captain of being the first to board his most valuable prize. Allow me instead to show you what gives me my greatest pleasure."

"If you wish it, my lord."

"You must tell me if you become distressed," Edrington insisted vehemently. "I cannot watch your face," he explained. He paused and then said, "Are you ready?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Then first a little sweet pleasure and then the spices."

Edrington began by kissing the length of Horatio's throat. The younger man shivered and twisted in his arms. Lower, the ravenous mouth fed, kissing and then sucking the hard muscles of Horatio's chest. Edrington leaned back against the side of the tub and brought his knee up slowly between Horatio's thighs. Both men were hard.

Sliding his hands down his partner's sides, Edrington cupped Horatio's buttocks with his left hand and encircled his penis with his right. He lifted him just barely off his feet allowing the water to support them both somewhat. He lightly rubbed his thumb across the throbbing head that he imagined was, by now, dark red beneath the waters of the warm and fragrant bath. He felt Horatio's teeth scrape along his collarbone, a throaty moan escaping his mouth.

"Are you still a little sore from our ride this morning?"

Horatio nodded his head against Edrington's shoulder. He was beginning to drive his hips forward in sharp jerks, thrusting into Edrington's encircling hand. Edrington moved his left hand. He squeezed the muscles of his companion's buttocks and felt a corresponding tension and release, mounting with each stronger plunge of Horatio's hips. The moment had arrived.

"Now my sweet Harlot," Edrington said as he first fondled and then squeezed his lover's scrotum. Horatio's strong jaws bit into Edrington's shoulder. The Colonel gritted his teeth, relishing the shared anguish.

Horatio's movements grew frenzied and Edrington heightened the pain. Reassurances expressed, Edrington varied the intimate suffering, toying with Horatio's sore balls, pinching his nipples and lightly flicking his thumbnail across the head of his lover's penis. At no time did Horatio attempt to escape. Instead, he joined with his lover in rough play, scratching his back, until they both slipped sated and exhausted under the cooling waters of the bath.

A quarter hour later, Edrington was the first to start to shiver. Horatio roused himself and leaped out of the tub to bring a kettle of hot water back from the cauldron. He poured it between Edrington's legs. The Colonel lifted his head suddenly.

"First you call me a lobster and now you cook me like one!"

"Oh dear!" Horatio gasped.

"Be at ease, man. I'm joking! Honestly, no more. I'm quite clean."

"I'll get the fire blazing a bit and then dry you off. It will be time for supper soon."

"Is eating all you people do on your farm?"

"Hum... I don't think so. But, it does seem to be one of the body's more important needs."

"Well, I'm quite satisfied here with everything. Thank you, Horatio."

"You are most welcome, sir." Q C: Suppertime

In the Quiet Countryside: Suppertime

By AZARAD

Wearing only dressing gowns, their feet bare, Horatio and Edrington dashed back into the house through the kitchen. They crept upstairs and woke Billy Scathelock by tickling his feet. He was not amused until he recognized the Colonel's extraordinary mood. His Colonel was joyous.

At supper, Meg commented that the country air was doing wonders for all three young men. She had always said that fresh air kept Dr. Hornblower fit, fine and full of life's juices. At the last comment, crimson roses bloomed in Horatio's cheeks which Meg could not help pinching. He squirmed like a little boy.

Dr. Hornblower conversed with Edrington concerning the welfare of the troopers and their provisioning. A week since the accident, supplies needed replenishing. Meg chided the doctor for mixing business with the pleasure of their supper. Quick-eyed, Horatio observed his father's hand slide over Meg's. She squeezed his hand and returned to her plate. Edrington's brow wrinkled a little. Horatio guessed he was trying to sort out the lull in the discussion.

Then, Horatio suggested, "You may dictate a letter of credit to me, my lord. I will sign it. Surely father's banker in town will not deny you funds."

"Excellent. Smith will go in the morning with the wagon and a detachment of troopers."

"I recommend sending all, sir" the Sergeant said. "The marching will do them good. They've been idle nearly a week. They'll think army life is soft."

"Agreed. Another splendid idea. They may even get a few recruits in the village."

"Then I should go too, sir," Scathelock said. "I'm fit. Smith's reliable, but 'e's just a lad. I'm not sure the others will obey 'im."

"Any man not following his orders will be flogged. Is that understood, Sergeant? Just because we are in the peaceful countryside, we have not forsaken discipline," the Colonel stated firmly. Edrington's chin was high and his voice louder than before. Then he added softly, "I'll speak with the lads in the morning. It's about time we held parade."

"Very good, sir," the Sergeant said. "I'll inform the men tonight."

The continuing conversation of the day's events included a discussion of the apple crop, the thickness of the wool on Meg's small herd of sheep and whether or not the winter would be hard. The doctor was very pleased his grown patients were mending quickly because he had been busy all afternoon with five village children, all victims of bee stings. He wondered when children would ask for a spoonful of honey rather than trying to abscond with some from a hive. Billy Scathelock noted that anything stolen tasted better, apples, honey or ham.

At that point, Colonel Edrington cleared his throat loudly and suggested that his Sergeant look in on their troops. Scathelock excused himself.

Then the Colonel said dryly, "Report to me before retiring, Sergeant."

"Aye, sir!" the Sergeant said, smiling a great cheeky grin.

After supper, Edrington endured his treatments again, his head resting in a thick towel on Horatio's lap. He was sure he saw the light of a candle flame flickering when they first removed the bandages from his eyes. The procedure was done slowly. The medicine was soothing. Yet, fear gripped his heart when he wondered what would become of him if his vision did not return. Then Edrington sighed, his thoughts drifting--replaced by the pleasure of soft fingers stroking his hair.

Horatio helped Edrington climb the stairs, undress and get into bed. The Colonel looked very tired, sprawled in the soft feather mattress. It was hard to tell if he was even still awake.

Standing awkwardly, waiting, Horatio asked, "Shall I stay or would you rather have your Sergeant for company?"

"Are you jealous, Harlot?" the Colonel's soft sleepy voice asked.

"No."

"Then to your own room tonight for a good nights rest. I owe the Sergeant a little time, don't you think?"

"Yes. Good night, my lord."

"You may kiss me," Edrington whispered.

Without a word, Horatio knelt at the bedside, slid his long fingers into the hair on either side of Edrington's head. He pressed his lips hard against the other man's mouth. Edrington opened and their kiss deepened. Edrington raised his hands to Horatio's face and traced his features. His fingers came away wet.

"No tears, Harlot," Edrington told Horatio. "They are wasted on me. Weep for the man who longs to hold you even more than I do."

Edrington felt Horatio nod his head. Another light kiss and a caress. Then the soft footsteps, a pause and the creak of the door across the hall.  

Q C: After Supper

In the Quiet of the Countryside: After Supper

By AZARAD

Inside his little room Horatio paced, rearranging his books, his chessboard and his telescope. It seemed that everything of his had fascinated Sergeant Scathelock, for everything had been peered at and moved about the room. Then, Horatio sat down at his desk. He straightened a few items there, his quills, sticks of sealing wax and a thick stack of fine paper. He filled the ink well and finally began a letter. He scratched out a few words, frowned and wrote more. Finally, he read over what he had finished.

My Dearest Captain Pellew,

Tonight Colonel Edrington believed he saw the flicker of a candle flame. His sight may be returning to him more quickly than anyone could have hoped. Be assured that, as soon as he is well, nothing more shall prevent me from rejoining the crew of Indefatigable. I cannot express the depths of my feeling for you and my shipmates with paper and ink. I miss all of you dreadfully.

Even so, my mood is happy. Weather here has been gloriously fair. Perfect for late summer harvests. Our apples are as sweet as those I remember from boyhood. Our barn bursts with hay and grain. The scent of new mown hay brought back many memories this afternoon. Colonel Edrington and I spent a few hours in the loft, which as a child I always imagined to be the quarterdeck of a great ship. I think I was drawn to the sea at an early age.  

This evening, his lordship reminded me that I have neglected you, sir. So I am writing this letter to express my devotion to you and my shipmates. I would be overjoyed if you remembered me fondly until I am able to return.  

Respectfully,  

Lieutenant Horatio Hornblower, RN