Colonel Fitzwilliam's Story
Chapter 4b - Bullock's Museum (concluded)
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The Colonel and his charge had not gone far before an exhibit of an island beach with sand, and water greeted them, and complete with wax models of several island women dancing in their grass skirts. Garlands of the most beautiful flowers swung from around their necks. Exhibits of exotic fish amid palm trees with coconuts surrounded the scene.
"And have you been to such islands, Colonel?" Violetta queried.
"No, I must admit that I have as yet not undertaken any long sea voyages. However, now that I see that there are such delights to be found, perhaps I should arrange a trip there rather than to Spain to fight Napoleon. It probably would be much more enjoyable," the Colonel replied with a mischievous smile and then gestured the group to proceed toward the main area of the museum.
They had not been long at the museum before Lord Rosborough had noted in his catalogue that there was recently arrived in the Armory division of the museum a new exhibit. The special feature of which was the actual royal carriage of Napoleon that had recently been captured in Prussia and had been shipped back to England for exhibit.
As her husband was remarking on this, Lady Rosborough determined thereby to give the Colonel and her daughter some time alone. She proposed that the group split up and that she and Lord Rosborough would continue on to the Armory while the Colonel and his charge might continue their tour of the Islands Exhibits. The Colonel was overjoyed at the opportunity that now presented itself to him, which was much better than the excuses that he had been trying to dream up himself to allow him some needed time alone with Violetta.
"That would be most agreeable, Lady Rosborough. Perhaps we might meet up at the main Egyptian exhibits in one hour, then?"
With a courteous bow, the Colonel and Violetta continued on, while Lord and Lady Rosborough left them to enjoy the other exhibits.
The Colonel and Violetta wandered among the exhibits for a time, pausing now and then to view some unusual item or curiosity. They had not long separated from her parents before the Colonel determined that now was his opportunity and he would no longer delay. "Miss Rosborough..." the Colonel shortly began. Although he considered it be a bit daring at this point, he felt that the sought after prize was well worth the chance. "...Miss Rosborough. Would you allow me to call you Violetta? I feel that I know you very well already, and find the continued use of your last name a bit too formal."
"Why yes, Colonel. I would not object, if you so desire. All of my dearest friends call me Violetta, and I would so enjoy considering you among them," Violetta responded, gazing up at him with a bright smile.
"Thank you, Violetta. I am honored to have your trust. We have known each other for only a short time. I shall soon be called away for duty far away, and..." the Colonel paused. Shortly he turned and pointed at the entrance to the next exhibit.
They had not continued on long in this manner before the Colonel finally determined that the moment had arrived. "Violetta, do I ask to much? ...Please, I must know before I leave this place today... Are you in any way engaged? Is there someone who already has stolen your heart? For I pray it must not be so. I would not ask it, but I fear that I know of no one else of whom I may inquire as to the status of your heart."
Violetta colored slightly and turned away before replying, "Colonel, when I was but 15 there once was a music master whom I thought had charmed my heart, but I soon realized that it was his style of music and his familiarity with the world that attracted me. It was not long before I knew that it was not love that I felt. He was never aware of my thoughts and thus there was never anything of a serious nature between us. Since that time I have enjoyed meeting many other men, but none till now has intrigued my spirit."
Violetta paused, then turned to face Colonel Fitzwilliam before continuing, "I find that even though we have met only a few times, I already feel that I can see into your heart and I like what I find there. We share many of the same passions for life."
The Colonel decided to take this opportunity to pause in their advance through the museum and gestured for Violetta to be seated on a nearby bench that was slightly hidden within an alcove. Then, emboldened by her profession, the Colonel continued, "And it is from those passions that I wish to address you now... Violetta... from the first moment of our acquaintance I have felt in my heart that you were the woman of my dreams and desires. I recognized in you woman of tenderness and love such as I had not met before. I realize that you may know little of me and my own ambitions in life. If you would be so kind, please give me a moment to tell you of myself. I am the 2nd son of an Earl, and therefore do not stand to inherit the family estate of Matlock Manor. I do possess some financial securities of my own, however..."
Colonel Fitzwilliam continued, for a short time, to outline to Violetta his background, education, financial status and most importantly -- his hopes for the future.
"Violetta, I do not wish to continue my life as a soldier after this war with Napoleon is over. In fact, I have already made some plans regarding that matter, that I hope come to fruition in the not too distant future. For all of my life I have seen about me the conditions of normal people in England. My hopes and desires are that some day I will be in a better position to begin to change some of those things for the better. I do not pretend that I could ever hope to do everything that is needed all by myself... but what I really want is the ability to begin to do something that will be the start of change for the better for all people. I hope to have an Estate of my own in the future and am going to do everything in my power to bring that about. With that foundation, I want to use it to work for the betterment of my fellow man. Rather than as so many others that I have seen during my years who care not for those who are beneath them."
The Colonel knelt on one knee before her and continued in a voice full of determination and tenderness, "I kneel before you now as a man in love. You would do me the highest of honors if you, Violetta Rosborough, would agree let me honor you all the days of your life and consent to be my wife..."
Violetta, at the beginning of his address had turned to face him and gazed his countenance as the Colonel professed his love. At the conclusion of which she continued to look deeply into the Colonel's eyes, her own reflecting a joy and understanding of the heart that was being offered to her. During the course of the Colonel's speech Violetta's emotions had ranged from an initial surprise to an enraptured contentment. She had not expected to receive such an address so shortly after her first knowledge of this bright young officer and friend of her uncle.
Her first impressions of the Colonel had been one of surprise as his relative youth. She had overheard some of her uncle's discussions with her father relating to a certain Colonel in his employment, his brilliance and organizational skills, his bravery in combat, and his intelligence and mannerism that caused other men to look to him for leadership. But she had rather imagined such a person to be much older, more craggy and stoic in appearance. When her uncle had requested her assistance in notifying his protege of his delay in attendance that first day, she had rather thought to meet a man with the signs of battle and age on a well-worn face. Upon entering the library she had discovered not the battle-worn veteran of her mind, but rather a young man of charming manners, and delightful countenance. Colonel Fitzwilliam had immediately set her at ease and charmed her heart. Now this same man was before her, acknowledging the power that she held over his heart.
During those few moments all of the men in her life seemed to pass before her eyes. She thought of her own father and her love for him since childhood. Her mind raced forward to the vague dreams of her adolescence from the stories that she read as she had endeavored to create a 'knight in shining armour who would some day come to her castle and seek her hand'. She thought of the music master, she thought of all the young men with whom she had danced at so many balls and parties. She measured the man in front of her against all of these.
After a moment in which tears welled up from within her she responded with a smile and a soft assurance that brought pleasure to his ears and brightened his face with a smile. "Yes, Colonel Fitzwilliam, ...Yes ...Richard, I do accept. I believe that there is no one in this world that could so match my desires. You have made me the happiest of women on this day," and with that they sealed their love as all lovers are want to do.
"But there is a further matter that we must settle beforehand..." the Colonel stated as his countenance took on a more serious vein. "I will be going overseas next week, then most likely into battle shortly thereafter... I do not wish for us to be married and then through some mischance of fate, you to be left a widow before we have enjoyed the fruits of our love...."
The two newly found lovers conversed softly together for a time as they pledged their troth to each other, they also came to mutual agreement to wait until such time as fate would allow, to permit them to consummate their vows.
The two lovers now continued on their excursion no longer seeing any of the wondrous sights surrounding them. Continuing their discourse on the things that lovers say until such time as they knew that they must soon rejoin her parents. It was determined that the Colonel would ask her father for her hand with the understanding that marriage would only take place upon his return from Spain.
"And now, --- let us find your parents," Colonel Fitzwilliam gestured. "I fear that your parents may wonder what has happened to us if we do not rejoin them soon."
It was not long before the Colonel and Violetta were able to find her parents, who had drifted over to another portion of the exhibit. They were standing in front of a wax figure of the most fearsome American Indian. The figure was dressed in full regalia including a feathered headdress, war paint and a tomahawk.
Lord Rosborough commented, "You see, Colonel. Here is what the French ally themselves with on the American Continent. What a fearsome warrior he appears to be."
"Yes, for the most part, from what I have heard and read, their weapons are primitive, mostly bows and arrows and that axe-like weapon that you see, which I believe is called a tomahawk. But they are a very cunning and smart race. ...Well able to track people and animals in the forest from only the smallest of signs. I have heard that it is very hard to elude or hide from them. The French have provided them with modern weapons have trained them in their use, which makes them a very formidable enemy." All the while Colonel Fitzwilliam was thinking of the irony of his words as even then he was bursting with excitement and love. He could only wonder as how much longer he would be able to hide his joy, that seemed to be bursting from his every pore, from Violetta's parents.
"And now I have a surprise for everyone and I believe that it is ready for us now."
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Entering into the small auditorium the group was greeted by the sight of a small puppeteer stand in the middle of the stage. Colonel Fitzwilliam led the group and they seated themselves in the front row. A special refreshment of an frozen iced lemonade treat was passed to each. They had not been seated long when suddenly the little curtain on the puppet stage was lifted and the group was treated to the story of Pulcinella and his love Pimpinella.
They all laughed, cried in mock terror and generally had a good time as the story unfolded before them. Colonel Fitzwilliam sat beside his love and enjoyed watching her as the little puppets bounced back and forth across the tiny stage, each part of the story bringing a tear or a laugh to his beloved's countenance.
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Later that same evening during a quiet moment alone with her mother Violetta expressed her feelings, and determined to discover how her parents would accept the Colonel as her suitor. Knowing her parents to have only the desire that she find someone in life whom she could love deeply, she knew they further wanted that person to be one who could be depended on to support and care for their beloved daughter.
"Oh, Mother! This was truly the most pleasurable day of my life. I enjoyed Colonel Fitzwilliam's company so very much. What do you think of him?"
"I find him a most charming and gentlemanly sort of man. His manners are very pleasing and his able to converse in such an engaging and pleasant style. I like him very much. He comes from a very good sort of family and has much to recommend him."
"Yes, Mother. I believe that you are right. Should you be very upset were you to find that he means more to me than any other man?"
"No, dearest. I believe that your father and I have already been discussing something or other along those same lines while we were viewing Napoleon's carriage this afternoon.... Your Father and I find him to be most agreeable. We are very pleased that he seems to express an interest in you. But, tell me Violetta, ...is he not to be shortly joining the armies fighting in Spain and Portugal? Have you considered the possibility that he may not return? How would it be should he be injured or perhaps even killed? We have lost so many of our fine officers and men already in this war. Pray, do anything but pledge yourself to a man who might not be here in six months or a year. Could you not wait until such time as he may return?"
"Oh, Mother... it is true. He Has expressed his desires to me and I feel so much that he Is the one for me. I know that he will be leaving next week and we have discussed that. He has stated to me his undying love, but also that he does not want to leave me a widow before I am yet married. I feel that he is just that man who could offer to me the things that I need in life, support, love and understanding. He has offered me his heart and hand and I have pledged him mine in return. He will come tomorrow to speak with Father. We want so much to be with each other at this time, but have agreed that we will not go further until such time as he does return from duty."
"I believe that I am the most fortunate of women. To have such parents, who are so understanding and full of love, and to have found a man among men who has that strength and daring that few men possess, and to know that he loves me above all other women. I know that we shall be truly happy together all of our lives. We regret only that there must now be a delay before we may fully realize that love."
"Oh, Mother. How shall I ever survive until such a time? My heart aches to be with him. We have agreed that if you and father will agree, we wish to write each other during the coming months while he is away. Oh! ...My heart is already despairing in his absence..."
"I know that we ourselves shall not remain much longer here in London. I am so very anxious to return home and to begin to make plans for my future life together with him."
"Yes, yes, my child. Let us pray that things will work out for the best. Your father will meet with the Colonel in the morning and we shall then see how things are to be."
Chapter 5 -- part 1 -- Newcastle
Colonel Fitzwilliam had not long been in Newcastle completing the final onloading of his supplies on HMS Achilles when, to his great surprise, he received an unexpected visitor.
"Good day, Colonel Fitzwilliam. I had heard that you were to be here today and wanted to stop by and wish you well on your assignment," Lt. Wickham greeted with a curt salute in deference to rank as he approached the quay where the Colonel was observing the morning activities.
"Hello, Lieutenant Wickham," Colonel Fitzwilliam returned the salute. "I thank you. And how goes your new posting here in Newcastle?" The Colonel slowly studied Wickham's countenance to determine if there was some hidden motive for the visit.
"It has been quite hard, so far, sir. The Regulars do much more active practicing than I had been used to but I have been learning. In fact, my Regiment, the 61st Northumberland Rifle Brigade, has also been ordered to an overseas assignment as well. We will be leaving Newcastle on another ship some two days after you," Wickham returned as he gestured, pointing down the docks towards a ship berthed not far from the Achilles. "We are to go aboard the HMS Conqueror."
"...And how is your wife, sir," Colonel Fitzwilliam retorted still seeking for a hidden agenda.
"Lydia? ...Oh, she is very well, thank you," Wickham countered, his brow taking on a deep furrow. "But she wants constantly to be in company. I guess that it comes from being raised with four sisters. She always wants to meet someone new. She gets along quite well with all of the other officers and their wives, but with her constant frittering she seems very like her mother, ... well, if the truth be told, sometimes she can be a bit of a bother," Wickham grunted in an air of disgust.
"Will you be sending her home to stay with her parents while you are on assignment or will she be staying here," Colonel Fitzwilliam queried as he continued his wary search of Wickham's countenance.
"I do not enjoy leaving Lydia all alone in a strange place." Wickham responded thoughtfully, gazing out towards the open sea. "...But I believe that she will lack little for entertainment, as there is another Regiment that is also stationed here and they will be having balls and parties enough to satisfy her. Besides, she is now with child and will probably give birth while I am on the Continent. There will then be plenty for her to do," Wickham offered as he gave the Colonel a sideways glance.
"Well, let me offer you congratulations to you and Mrs. Wickham on that at least. I am sure that her parents are overjoyed at the news?" Colonel Fitzwilliam extended his hand to shake Wickham's which was received with an air of hesitation. The Colonel now began to sense that perhaps there was nothing of harm meant by the visit. Wickham appeared to have only stopped by for a moment for a brief greeting, and the Colonel began to relax.
"And so they should be," Wickham continued with a shrug of his shoulders. "...but I am not sure if Lydia has had time to write to them yet. She has been so busy with parties and balls that she hardly ever arrives home early and goes shortly to sleep. She sleeps late each day, and rarely leaves our bedchamber except to eat now and then, or to go out to a party. I know that I have not had much time to write myself since our regiment has been on constant maneuvers during the past weeks. I am sure that Lydia will get around to writing her parents soon, as we are again running low on money and may need to ask Mr. Bennet for an advance on next months stipend. Lydia has very expensive tastes and spends a great deal on new dresses and bonnets, and as you know, a Lieutenant's pay is barely 700 pounds per annum."
Wickham's attitude towards his young wife and the Bennets surprised the Colonel's somewhat and thus he decided to change the subject to something less personal. "And so, Lt. Wickham, you say that you will soon be off yourself. Where exactly has your regiment been posted," the Colonel ventured.
"We are to be sent to reinforce Arthur Wellesley's army and the main English Expeditionary Forces. I believe that we initially will land at Gibraltar and then move overland towards Burgos. Where is your destination, Colonel?"
"Our units are heading towards Malta. I have, as yet, not received a further destination but will expect orders upon our arrival." The Colonel, not having much more desire to continue the conversation with one whom he so little liked, begged to be excused to continue the overseeing of the handling of his supplies. Later, on reflection, he had thought what a strange person that Lt. Wickham was to go about in life in such a way as he had. To end up being bribed to marry Lydia Bennet by his cousin Darcy. And now ...here he would be leaving his bride of only a few months all alone in such a strange place with no one that she knew or had of long acquaintance, ...and she being pregnant with their first child. The Colonel knew that he could not treat Violetta in such a way and could not understand how George Wickham or for that matter any other man could do so.
This chance meeting with Wickham and subsequent discussion had brought to his mind his final meeting with Violetta's father. Lord Rosborough had been understanding, but forthright in his meeting with the Colonel. Violetta was their only child and thus was held very dearly near to their hearts. Their discussions had several things concerning not only his current plans but what he envisioned for their future. Here the Colonel had done his best to convince him of his prospects for the beginnings of their life together. The Colonel did possess sufficient funds to obtain a home or cottage of modest size, but felt certain that his prospects would be greatly enhanced after the war with the French was finally concluded. Colonel Fitzwilliam had outlined some of his visions for the future. Among these was the certainty that his service in the military would end with the war. And further, that life in England thereafter would be different for everyone was almost certain. With so many of England's young men currently pressed into service not returning home there would be abundant opportunities in many areas. Several estates had fallen vacant recently due to the death of their owners either from age or from their death in action while in war. Perhaps some one of these might prove to be the means of providing that foundation that the Colonel would need. Only time, hard work and good fortune would tell. At present, more important matters required his attention. And then this evening he would finally have the time that he needed to be able to complete his agreement with Violetta to keep her informed of his status. Perhaps he might even have time for a message to Darcy.
Suddenly his attention was drawn to the opposite side of the wharf where the line of horse drawn wagons containing the final bit of supplies had queued up. "Quartermaster Richardson," the Colonel called out. "Watch that wagon load of gunpowder over there. The horses have almost backed it off the edge of the wharf. Get someone over there to get that transferred on board as quickly as possible, and get that wagon master to pay closer attention."
"Yes Sir, I'm on that now," Richardson replied as he scurried off to comply with his assignment.
The wharf was alive with activity as seamen and the other hirelings strove to get everything ready. The Colonel remained several hours directing as needed to assure they would have completed their jobs and the ship would be ready for departure the following morning. Finally, satisfied that all had been completed, Colonel Fitzwilliam returned to his quarters, ordered up a light repast and settled down at his writing desk to complete what he felt was his most important assignment for the day -- a letter to Violetta.
Part 2
March 29, 1813Violetta Rosborough Rosborough Estate (near) Maldon, Essex
Dearest Violetta,
Let me begin this letter by telling you how very much that I have missed being with you. Although my time is quite occupied with meetings with my staff; planning for our trip; and making sure that all is securely aboard ship and lashed down securely, I think of you constantly. I eagerly wait that day when I shall be on the return voyage from whence we now embark. For the first time in my life I feel that I am beginning to have a direction and goal and it is you alone who provides me that beacon for which I now aim.
Let me tell you of some of how things are here as we prepare to board the ship for departure in the morning. The ship's crew, I find, is a wild mixture of English, Irish, and Scots, Welshmen and assorted foreigners. Most are young men aged about 22 years. All seem to be brave and patriotic, most with a 'devil-may-care' attitude, except for two of the men who are Americans. Evidently they were serving aboard an American freighter which was captured by one of our frigates, and they have now been press-ganged into service aboard the achilles. They seem to perform their duties well enough but leave little doubt as to their desires to return to the United States. Violetta, these certainly are a strange people who seem to value their freedom above all else. I fear that things may not go well for our cause in the Americas. We have already lost one war to these people, and with this kind of stubborn desire, I very much feel that we may loose another. I have not previously encountered a people so proud of their heritage. I can surely understand why the Americans fight so fiercely against us.
Our Captain for this voyage is to be Sir Codrington, a very knowledgeable seaman of some 20 years. From what he has told me the British Navy has, contrary to the reports seen in the newspapers, lost all of our naval engagements against the Americans to date, and our ships now have orders to avoid engaging the Americans on the high seas. The ships that the United States has built are much larger and carry many more and larger cannon than the our English frigates.
I have little to report that will be of great interest from my day here. We had a very busy day loading the last of the supplies and weapons. We will be taking along with us some 50 wagons of material. With them will go the animals and drivers, so the holds of the ships were overflowing with one or the other. The wagons and carts that are to carry us overland, once we arrive were all lashed down on the upper decks. My men had an excellent understanding of their duties today and I am happy to report that we shall be able to leave port in the morning with no delays.
I ran into a childhood friend of my cousin Darcy today. His name is George Wickham and he was recently commissioned to one of the Regular units that had been stationed here in Newcastle. It seems that his unit has now also been assigned for duty on the continent, and they are to leave some two days after our ship embarks. I am afraid that he is not really the sort of person that I enjoyed encountering, as he has given my cousin a bit of trouble within the past year of two. I hope that things will change for him now, and that he will not be so wild as he was before. Perhaps a bit of front line action may change some of his attitudes. He recently married my Cousin Darcy's wife's youngest sister, Miss Lydia Bennet. It seems that she is to remain here at Newcastle while he is overseas. I do not quite understand how she will be happy here, since they have been married only some 5 or 6 months. In fact, he told me that his wife is now expecting their first child. If I were he, I am certain that I would have sent my wife home to stay with her parents in relative safety rather than in some distant city where she knows no one. But then, perhaps there is more to this story than I know of... Well, I wish her well, and that we may all come home soon from this sad affair.
I was hoping to have a letter from you before we left port in the morning, but nothing has arrived as yet. Well, there is one last post in the morning. I am sure that there will be something then. Please write and tell me all about your life there at your home. It will help to cheer me during the coming days. I had a special interest in hearing about the music master, John Field, that Georgiana Darcy had recommended for you. I was given to understand that his skills are among the very best. I have also heard that he has even performed his own works and those of others at the symphonic concerts in London. He must be very good indeed.
Also, please write and tell me about Essex. Although it is not so far from London, I have never visited that area of England and would like to hear about the place where you live. I promise to write to you and tell you all about my coming sea-voyage. I hope that it has something more of interest to tell of that all of this on-loading of supplies. One of my commanders, Christopher Stocks, reports that they had a bit of excitement on his last crossing. Perhaps we may expect some of that ourselves.
I shall write again after we leave port, but fear that I will not be able to post it to you until we reach Malta when another ship returns to England.
Until that time I remain here missing you with all of my body, spirit and soul,
Your most loving and devoted servant,
Richard
Chapter 6 -- Up Anchor
The following morning the Colonel rose early and wended his way down to the quay where he found that all loading was completed. From below decks he could hear a bos'n mate barking final instructions to several hard working sailors on the gun deck directly across from where he stood. While the Colonel was observing the hustle and bustle aboard ship a courier rode up to the gang-plank and queried the officer-on-deck as to the whereabouts of a Colonel Fitzwilliam, he having a special post and a small packet to deliver to him.
The Colonel called out from where he stood, leaning against a capstan for the post to be brought over, which was shortly accomplished. From the light cursive script on the address he recognized at once that he had received that which he had been longing for so much for during the past two days. Secreting the missive and small package within his vest pocket Colonel Fitzwilliam was now ready to assume his post and ready to board the ship. After requesting and receiving permission to board Colonel Fitzwilliam crossed the gangplank and wended his way across the main deck on which were scattered the various carts, wagons, small howitzers, and other weapons and supplies that would be required during the coming months.
It was now 6 bells and time for the regular breakfast aboard ship. The Colonel and his officers gathered in the galley for their first shipboard mess. The mess deck was a series of tables that hung from the deck beams above. This morning the meal consisted of tea, hot rolls, toast, cold tongue and coffee. The crew and officers would have about an hour of final hectic activity after their meal before the ship would be ready for cast off. After the meal and a final meeting with his officers the Colonel returned to the main deck and watched as the ships lines were cast off and the massive sodden anchor cables were hoisted aboard by the strength of several heavily muscled men. This being the age of sail, each and every action aboard ship was achieved by human muscle power. As the Achilles slowly eased away from the dock, soldiers and sailors alike took the opportunity to wave their farewells to the crowd of wives and family crowded along the wharf.
This being the Colonel's first overseas voyage on a man-of-war he had asked for and received a brief tour of the ship. Just under the main deck was the gun deck, where there were mounted 30 32 pound cannons, 15 to a side. The gun deck was where the majority of the lower rank officers lived. It was dimly lit with a mixture of sunlight filtering downward through the gratings, candles and lanterns. Just below this was the Orlop deck where the lowest rank officers lived, located just at the water line. In the galley was located the only fire on the ship, and this would prove to be the only source of warmth as they crossed through the Channel and downwards towards Gibraltar. On the main deck, the holes on either side of the bowsprit were the ships' only sanitary fittings. While at sea, 2/3 of the ship's main crew would be watchkeepers divided into 2 or 3 watches. The remainder of the crew were called idlers and served all of the other functions aboard ship such as carpenters, gunners, cooks, sailmakers, ropemakers, barbers, tailors and the like.
In reviewing his men's quarters he found them to be in good order. A series of hammocks and slings set about 14 inches apart. The men seemed to be in good mood, despite the cramped quarters, and appeared anxious to be underway. Permission was given to allow them to observe the ships departure from the fantail, which was aft and would allow them to be out of the way of the sailors who were busily running here and there letting out the rigging and making the ship ready for sea. The ship had been underway for about an hour before the Colonel felt that he could now relax a bit and had time to retire to his small cabin, which he shared with two other officers, to read the post received prior to boarding.
Settling back on his hammock and bringing the lantern close by so that he could enjoy each and every word the Colonel removed the missive from his vest pocket and broke the seal.
Part 2 -- A Letter and a Gift
March 28, 1813 Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam Cameron's Regiment HMS Achilles Port of Newcastle, NorthumberlandDearest Richard,
Oh how wonderful that looks to be able to write your name. I wanted to get this letter off to you today as I know that your ship will be leaving port in two days and I shall not be able to have another delivered for quite some time.
Father, Mother and I have only just returned home from London last night. The journey was quite long and arduous as it rained a good bit of the time that we were on our trip. Our carriage became stuck twice along the way. The second time was when we were crossing over the Lea Colne River. It was so bad that even our team of four horses were unable to get us totally unstuck, what with the weight of all our baggage and trunks. We were very fortunate, however, as just before the men had begun to unload the carriage a farmer came by and with the additional aid of two of his oxen we were finally freed from the sticky mire. There were times that it was both sad and humorous for us. Sad when we were afraid that we should have to remain there in that place all during the night and very funny as some of the men struggled to free our carriage. Several times some of them would slip and fall back into the muddy pool and then they all roared with laughter at their plight.
Richard, I must tell you, that from that night I have made a decision that I should only like to travel on days when the sun is shining brightly and the ground is very solid. ...So, you see what a silly goose that I am? Perhaps now that you have found it out you might change your mind and wish to find another? ...But no, I think that I already know you full well. Had my gallant Colonel been there he would have called out his entire regiment to aid us in our distress. I can just see you throwing down your cloak across the muddy pools for me to stride across in safety.
...But now we are at last home. For all of my life I have lived in this place. It has so many fond memories for me, but now I know that I shall be leaving it soon, and that one thought alone is more precious to me than all of my memories here. There are so many memories of my childhood, and years just gone by. When we arrived last evening the servants had made the place ready for us, with all of the fires burning brightly to warm the chill of the night air. It was so wonderful to finally be home and sleep in my own bed once again.
But now, let me tell you of a dear friend of mine. Would you be surprised if I were to tell you that it is my chambermaid? Her name is Reena. Her parents were killed when she was but a child, and she was returned to us from their home in East India. She became my maid when I was but nine years old and she has served me well. We grew closer over the years and I came to trust her and we developed a special bond. She has learned some very special ways to arrange my hair and seems to be able to select my clothes better than I. I should very much like to keep her as my maid after we are wed. When I told her of the gallant and dashing Colonel who had charmed my soul and stolen my heart while I was in London she demanded that I immediately tell her everything. I was so very proud to tell her of all of your brave deeds and of our plans for the future.
Father and Mother have asked me to include their best wishes for a safe voyage for you and your men. I, too, wish you a speedy journey and may the French flee in fear from your noble men and allow you to return to my arms with great haste.
I am also sending along with this letter a small packet, which contains a cameo of my likeness that my mother had commissioned last year. I think that it is a good likeness and want so very much for you to have it to remember me by. Please think of me always as I do of you. I miss you so very much and long for your return. I pray that this charm will bring good fortune to my love and help to bring you home safe again soon.
And now I have another surprise for you. I have been thinking much of you lately and the kiss that we shared at Mr. Bullock's and have written a short poem in it's memory. I dearly hope that you like it, for if you do not then I will surely pout. Well, here it is:
One Kiss, one man to stay before.
One love for him alone.
One word, one vow and nothing more
To tell you I'm your own.
One magic night within your arms
With passions flames unfurled.
But all my life I will love only one man
And no other man in the world. **I hear the post coming now, so I must leave off, if I wish to get this to you before you leave.
Please write soon to your dearest love,
Violetta
The Colonel then carefully stowed it away among his things. Taking out the packet and opening it Colonel Fitzwilliam found the cameo to be of the most exquisite carved relief. Violetta's features were carved in a black onyx set against a background of white agate. Set at equidistant points around the outside were four small pearls.
Colonel Fitzwilliam slowly raised the prized jewel to his lips and gently placed a kiss on the face so delicately outlined thereon. "I shall treasure this always close to my heart," he thought as he returned the precious object to its small pouch and placed it then in his shirt pocket closest to his heart. Here he would always be able to feel its presence as a constant reminder of their love.
It was a pleasant day and he decided to stroll above deck for a time. Here he was engaged in a light banter with his fellow officers as they observed the ocean swells and could see the English coast line in the distance. What mysteries lay ahead he knew not, but now he had a goal for which to live and his mind continually worked on ideas and plans that might help bring that goal to reality.
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** The New Moon -- Sigmund Romberg - Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II (although a 20th Century musical -- the setting of the story is aboard ship in the early 19th century -- which is what brought it to my mind. It is a favorite song of mine)
Chapter 7 - Underway
Part 1
The muffled sounds of shouts and curses could be heard from below decks as the Colonel slowly opened his eyes and adjusted them to the dim light of the cabin. This was to be their third day at sea and already the Colonel was beginning to settle into the daily routines of life at sea. His eyes could just begin to make out the dim rays that indicated that sunrise was not too far off. Feeling the need to stretch his legs and get the blood flowing in his veins to help fend off some of the cool dampness of the ship, he arose and passed down a narrow passageway. Along the way he strode past men who were just coming off watch. All of them appeared wet through and through with rain and sea spray. The men eagerly clambered into their hammocks, thankful to have a few minutes rest before the shrieks of the bos'n pipe would rouse them once again for morning muster and mess call.
Colonel Fitzwilliam mounted the steep ladder to the main deck and was greeted by a stiff breeze filled with a fine mist of salty sea spray. As he approached the railing he moved slowly and deliberately, being very careful to not slip and fall on the wet decking as the ship rolled gently from side to side among the swelling waves. He had remained at the railing for about a quarter hour lost in thought, when the shrill call was sounded for 'All Hands On Deck'. Almost immediately the ship became a beehive of activity as sailors poured out of every opening available and reported for the first roll call of the day. Having completed this chore, the sailors were soon busy performing a complete swab down and cleaning of the deck. As soon as this was finished the deck was holystoned and all materials were stowed away. The whole process was a wonder of efficiency and was completed in about 30 minutes. Each man seemed to know his duty full well and applied themselves skillfully to their assigned work.
Just as the ship's bell rang out the hour of 6 mess call was sounded. Colonel Fitzwilliam returned to the officer's galley where his fellow officers joined him and they were served tea, hot rolls and cold meat along with a small fruit. The Colonel and his men spent the remainder of the day in discussions and planning for their activities for when they would reach the island of Malta. Their day was broken up only by the routines of shipboard meals. Dinner consisted of three courses being a desert, a choice among 3 or 4 wines or coffee, and a generous portion of salt-beef. Around 6 in the afternoon tea was served and then finally at 8 in the evening a rummer of punch along with cake and biscuits was brought in. After the final biscuit had been devoured the table was cleared and the group engaged in a game of whist until it was time to retire.
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Part 2 -- Change of Orders
Thursday April 15, 1813Violetta Rosborough %Rosborough Manor (near) Maldon, Essex
Dearest Violetta,
I write to you today from our encampment at Gibraltar. After we had left port at Newcastle and were near to Brest on the third night out, the ship that my men and I were being ferried on became involved in a battle with a French sloop that was trying to run the blockade of Lord Cornwallis. I do not wish to overly alarm you so I shall not go into great detail about the battle.
The Achilles, though it ultimately prevailed in the battle was slightly damaged and lost two of its' masts and will have to return to England for repairs. We put in here at Gibraltar so that temporary arrangements could be made. Since that time I have received orders from the British Command here that we are to be reassigned and will be in the future attached as part of Arthur Wellesley's forces.
We plan an overland march during the coming week to allow us to join up with Wellesley's force around the end of next week. I beg you not to overly concern yourself with my welfare. A number of my men and I have seen engagements before and know full well the risks that we undertake. We all pray that the actions that we now undertake will allow this war to come to and end at long last.
It is due to this incident that I have had the good fortune to be able to send a letter to you this day, as the Achilles will bring mail back to England when she sails. I take this opportunity to tell you that I did receive your letter before the ship left Newcastle and have nearly memorized each word. I take it out and re-read it each evening when I am allowed the time for a respite. The cameo that you sent to me I treasure above all else and keep it next to my heart at all times.
Since my orders are now changed it will be more difficult than ever to write until such time as we are more settled with Arthur Wellesley command. Perhaps at that time some mail may be routed to us through his command headquarters, but even then it will be difficult, as I believe that we shall be mostly on the move and little settled in one place for very long.
I long to return to you soon, but until that time know that I shall always remain yours. - My dearest Violetta -- were it not for this unending war, there is nothing on earth or heaven that would have made me so happy as to have made you mine long ago? And not less now than then, but more than ever at this time -- you know I would with pleasure give up all here and all beyond the grave for you. I was and am yours, freely and most entirely, to obey, to honour, love -- and fly with you when, where, and how you yourself might and may determine. **
Dearest, when two souls, which have sought each other for, however long in the throng, have finally found each other ...a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are... begins on earth and continues forever in heaven. This union is love, true love, ... a religion, which deifies the loved one, whose life comes from devotion and passion, and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights. This is the love which you inspire in me... Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels; but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension. ***
I remain devoted only to you.
Richard
Having completed the letter to Violetta, the Colonel knew that he had yet another to write. This to his cousin and dearest friend Darcy. Knowing that Darcy rather enjoyed more details and would not be prone to being upset by the details of battle, Colonel Fitzwilliam felt better able to be more explicit in some of the details of the battle.
Thursday April 15, 1813Fitzwilliam Darcy %Pemberley Estate Lambton, Derbyshire
Cousin,
I wanted to write to you this evening and tell you how things have been for the regiment and myself... and what a time it has been. I write to you today from an outpost where we have encamped at Gibraltar. As you know, our orders on departure were that we should report to the garrison at Malta, but fate has intervened and changed our destination.
When we departed Newcastle we had not been at sea for 3 days, when on that evening during the late night hours we were on the approach to Brest near the mouth of the Channel. That evening around 1 a.m. there was a sail seen off of our lee beam. Shortly it proved to be a French Sloop attempting to evade Lord Cornwallis' blockade of the port and our entire ship was rousted awake.
It was not long before the Achilles answered the challenge, though the French ship had set a tack very close to the shoreline, which was very deadly with massive hidden rocks. The winds favored us somewhat and kept constantly in a southwesterly manner allowing us to keep the enemy to leeward. When Captain Codrington had brought them within range of our 32 pounders he released a full volley broadside which brought them up short.
Cousin, I must tell you that even though I have served in several engagements on land none so impressed me as this one at sea, as the skills of the French proved to be no match for the skilled efforts of our fine English sailors. Though the battle raged on for upwards of an hour, as each ship exchanged volley for volley, the French ship proved very sluggish and slow to go about, thus causing her final fate. You never heard such shouts and cursing. When the action first commenced it was necessary to clear the gun deck of excess furniture and some of the supplies that we had there lashed down. Such efficiency of movement was a wonder to behold. It was not six minutes before this had been accomplished, what with the heaving overboard of all unnecessary equipment, including several of our carts and two wagon loads of flour and soap.
The Achilles finally prevailed and the French ship went down in a blaze of fire but not before our ship had suffered some damage in the struggle, losing both the forward and mizzenmasts. A number of my men and officers were wounded with 3 being killed in the exchanges as the cannon fire tore through the side of our hull, but luckily none of the stores of gunpowder were damaged. Captain Codrington determined that sufficient damage had been inflicted on the Achilles as would prevent us from rounding the Straits and pushing on for Malta. It was decided to proceed straightaway for Gibraltar and effect temporary repairs.
Upon reaching port and being able to get a better look at the damage to the hull, Captain Codrington has determined that it will be necessary to return to England for full repairs to the Achilles. I sent straightaway by special messenger to the British Headquarters here for further instructions and have since received new orders that will assign us as reinforcements to Arthur Wellesley's Army. All of our supplies have been offloaded from the Achilles and we are to leave tomorrow for an overland march to allow us to join up with the main forces.
My men and I are cheerful and the excitement of the battle at sea has made us all anxious to engage the French and bring this war to an end. This will probably be the last opportunity that I have to communicate with you for some time, as we will be constantly on the move and little settled until this battle is won. Please give my best to Mrs. Darcy. I hope that she is continuing to do you some good and improving your manners. You have always been such a serious and stuffy character. I know that Elizabeth will do you well in this matter, and help you to laugh at your own self at times. Give my love to dearest Georgiana, and tell her that I shall insist on hearing a new piece from her when I return. Music is the one thing that I think I miss most here in this barren place. Other than a few men who sing a few tunes much off-key after they have received their daily ration of rum, there is not much in the way of entertainment here. I think that in the future I may require the candidates for my regiments to be able to at least sing on key before I allow them to purchase a commission. ...What do you say to that Darcy? Should they not all be able to sing as well as they can shoot? So there you have it, did I not say that we are all cheerful?
I must leave off for now. The Achilles will bring this post back to you as it returns to England, but I know not when I shall have another chance to write.
Yours &&& Richard
** Lord Byron -- edited and abridged for content *** Victor Hugo -- verbatim
Chapter 8 -- A Prayer & a Possibility
{author's note: My sincerest apologies to those readers who have been confused about the reason for the Colonel's need to board a ship. The Colonel is about to join forces with Sir Arthur Wellesley's British Expeditionary Force in Portugal and Spain. The Napoleonic Wars are being fought entirely on the Continent of Europe. There are NO battles that take place on English soil. Napoleon is currently in the Austria/Prussia area, having just suffered a defeat at the hands of the Russians and lost an army of over 600,000 men who now are either dead or strung out captured and in enemy stockades along a 3,000 mile front. The Prussians and Austrians have just joined the war against him along with the English and Spanish. Napoleon had appointed his brother Joseph as King of this area and commander in charge of his forces on the western front (Remember that Napoleon has crowned himself overall Emperor). The War of 1812 from the U.S. viewpoint is being waged mostly either in frontier areas of Canada or on the high seas. The U.S. Frigates being much larger and more heavily armed than the British Frigates have taken control of this area, though. The British Navy is now (or would shortly be) under orders to not engage U.S. ships because they have little opportunity for victory and for the most part only got sunk. During this period, the French fleet was under blockade at the ports of Brest and Toulon. The only seaports that the British totally controlled for access to the Continent were at Gibraltar and the island of Malta.}
2 Weeks Later
The sunlight broke through the clouds revealing a fine spring day in May. Outside the birds were busily caring for their young that had recently been born. The garden was full of bright yellow Marigolds that still held the glistening dew of morning. In the distance the muffled sound of a hound could be heard as it gave chase to a fleeing ground squirrel. Life had once again burst forth from the frozen grasp of winter's chill.
Violetta slowly opened her eyes allowing them to drink in the radiance of the morning sun. As always, her first thoughts turned to one who was far away in a distant land. Once again, as she had done each day since returning home from London both morning and evening, she slid deftly from beneath the warm covers and kneeled by the side of the bed, gently resting her head and her hands against the firm oaken side. Softly she recited her daily paean to her maker requesting that once again on this day he show his mercy and keep her beloved safe from harm.
"Dearest Lord. I raise my voice in supplication to You as I do each day. I thank You for Your bountiful mercies that You provide to your humble and faithful servant in times past and on this day. I trust in my heart for my deliverance at that fateful hour when I shall be called home to You.
I again ask of You this special prayer for the safety of my dear one. That You watch over and care for him who is in danger this day. Please grant him both the peace and strength to do those things that are required of him and grant my most fervent prayer that he shall return safely to me. Amen."
Having completed her morning prayers, Violetta rose from her position and rang the calling bell that would summon her chambermaid for her morning duties.
When Reena shortly appeared she was much excited to be able to bring some news that had just been reported from town. The general import of which was that Wellesley's army had engaged the French and there had been fierce fighting near the Spanish frontier. There were no full particulars of the battles but from what Reena had understood, all seemed to be going well and the English forces were reported to have won several engagements.
"Oh, Reena... How long can this continue? As the sun rises each day I yearn for word of my dear Colonel, but each day the sun sets with no new letters from him."
"You must calm yourself, ma'am. Your Colonel is most likely safe this day and longs for you as you do for he. There are very few ships that are able to bring mail back from the fighting, with most all of the fleet serving to blockade the French at Brest and at Toulon. You must not worry yourself so... I am sure that he would not wish it."
"You are right, Reena. I must take courage. Colonel Fitzwilliam will be well today. I have said a special prayer for him, and I must take faith in my Lord. When I said my prayer this morning I seemed to feel a soft reassurance in my heart. ...Yes, he is to be safe again today. I am certain of it." Lifting his last letter and holding it close to her breast, she could almost feel his words of passion. 'This union is Love, True Love....' "Yes, today my love is safe from harm," she thought. And then aloud, "Each letter that I receive from him eases my heart and strengthens my resolve."
Later, after completing her morning attire, Violetta descended from her bedchamber to the dining room, which was located two floors below. It now being the normal breakfast hour of half past nine, Violetta had expected to find both of her parents already before her. As she entered the sweet smells of freshly toasted hot buttered bread and cheese filled the room. Seeing her father already seated she crossed over and gave him a kiss in greeting.
"Good morning, Father," she said sweetly, then noticing that her mother was not in her usual chair, "...Is Mother not to join us this morning?"
"Not this morning I fear. Your mother was not feeling well and is taking a light breakfast in her chambers," he replied.
"Oh Father... Is mother very ill today? Shall we not send for Doctor Wilton," Violetta responded with a look of anxious concern.
"Oh, no... no. I did not mean to alarm you. Your mother is only suffering from a mild spring cold and has a bit of sneezing and nausea," her father reassured. "She has assured me that she will be well, but desires only to sleep in a bit later today under the warm covers. I had the fireplace stoked up for her and am sure that she will feel better by this afternoon. ...But, now, let me change the subject, if I may. I wish to discuss an important matter with you if you will allow me," he continued as he rose from his chair and went to the sideboard. Then after selecting several items, turned to her with a questioning look.
"Very well, Father," she replied, noticing his demeanor had changed to a more serious mode. "What is the subject you wish to discuss? I believe that I have no pressing matters for this morning, but would remind you that the new music master, Mr. John Field, is to come for my lesson at 1:30. Does this in some way involve him?" Violetta retrieved a biscuit with honey and a small glass of milk for herself and listened attentively for his response.
"No, dearest. I merely wanted to cover a matter that has come to my attention regarding a subject that Colonel Fitzwilliam had mentioned when I met with him in March."
"Oh, and what is that? You have now truly intrigued my interest. You must tell me at once," her interest now peaked, she now devoted her full attention to his words.
Lord Rosborough paused pensively for a time before he began. "Violetta... as you know, since I have no male heir to inherit this manor it has been entailed away from the female line and will be inherited by my cousin, Henry Billings, after my death. As you know, Mr. Billings is the Rector of a Parish in Kent. Recently I have received a letter from him regarding some matters within his knowledge. He reported to me that there was a certain estate named Southington near the village of Hunsford, in his Parish that has become vacant after the death of its current owner, who was very aged, had never married and has no living relatives. Evidently the property will likely be sold at auction and he required me to advise him should I be aware of anyone who might make an eligible purchase offer. He reports that the property contains sufficient resources to provide its owner with a good income and excellent prospects for future developments."
"I have already discussed this matter with your mother before bringing it to your attention. We both wish that you might present this information to Colonel Fitzwilliam in your next letter to him, and endeavor to find out whether or not he would desire for inquires to be made on his behalf. When the Colonel spoke with me in March, he did seem to express just such a desire for the future. Based on what he told me at that time of what he is to receive of his father's estate, plus his own holdings... if your mother and I were to advance to you part of your dowry, it would be more than sufficient for the price as outlined in my cousin's letter."
Violetta's expressions of joy and love could not have been greater. "Father... How can we ever thank you enough? You have made my fondest dreams come true. Yes, Yes! I shall write to Richard straightaway ...but Father; I know not how long it may be before we might receive a return answer. I have written two letters already, and the conditions where he is do not allow for normal correspondence. What if the property should become no longer available before I hear a return? Who shall act as his agent? How can we possibly perform any of the needed transactions?"
"Yes, child... here, calm yourself. I had thought of many of these things too, so had written also to your uncle in London from whom I received an answer this morning, which is why I wanted to present this to you today."
"Your uncle requires me to report to his special niece, that he has made arrangements for a letter from you to be carried by one of his regular agents when they go to Spain. His agent will personally deliver your letter and has been charged to await the Colonel's response. He further states that if the Colonel is agreeable, that he himself will work with Lord Matlock to insure that all of the legal matters are handled and can be finalized upon the Colonel's return. Lord Cameron's messenger even now waits your response. What say you? Do you feel certain that this would be pleasing to Colonel Fitzwilliam and acceptable to the both of you?"
"Yes, Father. Oh, yes. Can such things be really true? How can it be that I could be so blessed with family that could care for us so? To have the good fortune in life to find one whom I love more than life itself and to have such a grand opportunity granted to us. Let me kiss you again, and again, Father. You have made me the happiest of daughters. ...But now, let me go to Mother. I must tell her how much joy you have given to me. As soon as I have seen Mother I shall write to Richard and have the letter completed. Please have the messenger informed that I shall have the letter within the hour..." Violetta cried as she rushed quickly from the dining room in a high state of excitement.
Chapter 9 An Interesting Turn of Events
"Colonel Fitzwilliam," Lt. Wilson uttered with a brief salute. "I have just received this packet containing new orders, sir."
The Colonel's eye slowly glanced upward at the Lieutenant, having been interrupted from reading the letter from Violetta. "Please excuse me for a moment, Lt. Wilson." Turning back to the courier, the Colonel paused hesitantly for a moment before continuing, "Yes, Yes, please be so good as to await a reply. I should have a response for you by morning's first light," as he dismissed the courier to return in the morning for his return post.
"...And now Lt. Wilson, let me see what you have there," the Colonel's attention now more completely focused on the matter at hand.
"Sir, ...it is a packet of orders just in from General Graham's headquarters, sir." After handing the leather pouch to Colonel Fitzwilliam, Lt. Wilson awaited for a brief moment and then offered, "Will there be anything else, Colonel?"
Colonel Fitzwilliam turned the pouch over in his hand and was about to open it, he stopped and turning to the Lieutenant dismissed him with an order. "Yes, Lieutenant. Please have Major Stocks to report to my tent."
So doing the Colonel turned and returned to his writing desk, where there was an oil lantern that would provide sufficient lighting to read the new message. Upon opening the pouch and removing the contents he discarded the pouch to the side of the small desk and unfolded the sealed document.
10 May 1813 Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam Commanding Officer ___shire 12th Rifle Regiment Gibraltar EnclaveColonel
Due to the death of Colonel Steele, late Commander of the 61st Northumberland Rifle Brigade during an engagement while crossing the Channel, you are hereby ordered to assume command of his remaining units, lately arrived aboard HMS Conqueror.
Serving as Officers within the various units are Major Wilson Farrow, along with Captains' William Fouts, and Alfred Sims.
During the above mentioned engagement, in addition to Colonel Steele, one of his Captains, Thomas Wilbourne, was also killed along with 36 of his men. You are hereby authorized to select a man from among either your own forces or Colonel Steele's companies for Captain Wilbourne's replacement. You are to provide that man a field promotion and raise in pay to the new grade, effective immediately.
Furthermore, you and your combined units should make immediate plans to report for duty to the main British Expeditionary Unit located near Salamanca by 20 May.
"Major Stocks, reporting as requested, Sir."
"Yes, Major. Please be seated," Colonel Fitzwilliam replied gesturing toward a small overturned crate used for seating. "We have just received orders that we are to merge commands with another regiment lately arrived. Their Commanding Officer was killed at sea, and there is not time to send to England for a replacement. We are to proceed at once overland towards Salamanca and I mean to leave just after first light in the morning."
Major Stocks and Colonel Fitzwilliam now outlined plans for his existing staff and men to begin to pack up. Shortly thereafter the Colonel sent for his other three captains and they were fully informed of their assignment. After completing this duty, Colonel Fitzwilliam sent for the three commanders of the 61st. After reading them those portions of the orders received from British command, Colonel Fitzwilliam required them to notify their own staff of the plans to leave by first light and requested that they return to his tent thereafter.
Some quarter hour later, all three had returned. "Gentleman," Colonel Fitzwilliam began "...regarding that portion of the orders relating to the replacement officer to be selected to replace Captain Wilbourne, I will need your suggestions. I have determined that although I do have several good men within my own regiments whom I could promote at this time I do not believe that that would be a good step. The men in your companies will be looking for leadership from someone whom they might already know and have developed a trust in. We are shortly to go into battle and I would want them to be led by a man who is not new to them and who has demonstrated some degrees of leadership. Do you have any such men among your companies whom you can recommend?
The three officers discussed the matter for some moments among themselves and finally Major Farrow offered the name of one Lt. Henry MacDonnel, and Captain Sims offered the name of one Lt. George Wickham. At the second name Colonel Fitzwilliam was hard pressed not to express himself with a snort of disgust. ..But quickly remembered himself and swore to himself that he would listen to the case to be presented on behalf of each man, and would attempt to judge fairly between the two candidates.
Major Farrow began by offering a brief history of Lt. MacDonnel. He was a gentleman by breeding, of Irish descent. His parents had purchased his commission about nine months' prior. He got along well with the men and had a good sort of character. He was known by many of the finest families in London and could be looked to whenever needed for assistance.
Captain Sims then outlined his position for George Wickham. Lt. Wickham, having been with the company only about six months had received his commission through some connections with his wife's family, but Captain Sims was not aware of the full details. During his time with the regiment, he had demonstrated excellent skills in marksmanship, horsemanship and endurance. Captain Sims reported him to be a man who applied himself to whatever was the assigned task and performed that duty until it was well and completely done.
Captain Fouts interjected at this point and continued that he also felt best to recommended Lt. Wickham. To him, however, it was Wickham's actions during the crossing of the Channel. He reported that during the crossing, HMS Conqueror had been engaged by two French sloops that had slipped through the blockade during the late night hours. During the ensuing melee there was a volley of cannon fire from one of the French ships that had struck a wagon loaded with gunpowder causing a terrific explosion in which Colonel Steele and Captain Wilbourne and the others had been killed. In the resulting confusion of twisted bodies and shrieking and dying men, Lt. Wickham had stood to his post, inspiring and leading other men to come to a good order just as the French ship pulled alongside. Lt. Wickham had led a counter charge of men that had repelled the boarding attempt by the French. Several times during the battle Lt. Wickham had helped form groups of riflemen that lay down a hail of grape and round-shot that help to clear the decks of both enemy ships, thereby allowing time for the Conqueror to sink one of the ships and force the other aground.
As Colonel Fitzwilliam listened and thought on all that he was hearing, his mind was constantly in a whirl as to how he could reconcile himself to such two different men as he now found George Wickham to be. On the one hand, casual and non- concerned about his wife, or perhaps women in general, and this new man, one who could throw caution to the wind and take command of a group of men when in a desperate situation. After the discussion had been completed Colonel Fitzwilliam dismissed them, informing them that he would have a decision sometime later that evening.
The Colonel sat deep in thought for the better part of an hour, before he arose and lifting the flap on his tent, requested the guard to have Lt. Wickham to report to him directly.
{author's note - The candidates who normally filled an officer's position during this period were mostly there due to their parents purchasing a commission, and thus the position was more for social position than military function.}
Chapter 10 A Promotion and a Pledge
Later that same evening
"Lt. Wickham, reporting as ordered, Sir," Wickham stated as he entered the tent, having given the Colonel a brisk salute.
"Yes, Lt. Wickham," Colonel Fitzwilliam responded, returning the salute. "Please stand at ease. Would you care for a spot of tea, Lieutenant?" He queried, gesturing towards a freshly arrived tea service with biscuits.
"No, sir. I have just recently completed tea with several of the men."
"Well, then, Lieutenant," the Colonel continued while studying the officer before him. "I must come right to the point as there is little time before we are to begin our overland journey in just a few hours. ...Lieutenant, I have been hearing several good reports about you and your service aboard the Conqueror."
"Colonel Fitzwilliam," Wickham interjected. "If I may state, I was placed in an unusual position. Both of my commanding officers had been killed, along with a number of other men. There was a massive explosion that caused the men to become disorganized. I knew that we were in a bad position, what with the two French ships firing away at us like that. It just seemed that someone had to step forward and help organize the men. The crew of the French ship was about to board us, Sir. I am sorry if I have overstepped my authority."
"Yes, Lieutenant," the Colonel continued calmly. "You did somewhat overstep your rank. ...But it is just that about which I need to discuss with you." Colonel Fitzwilliam paused thoughtfully, and began to pace back and forth for a moment before he continued. "...Lieutenant, you and I go back a long way and I know much of your history outside of the army that others do not. ...But leaving all that aside, you are sent here to perform a service for England and to fight against the French. What you have done outside of your duties as an officer in this command does not reflect well on yourself. There are several matters about which must remain unspoken between the two of us."
"...Having thus spoken," Colonel Fitzwilliam continued. "I now must tell you that I have been presented with a situation that demands an immediate resolution, and your name has been presented to me as a candidate. To speak more plainly, British Command has informed me that they wish to issue a field promotion to that officer who most clearly has demonstrated leadership, to fill the position of the late Captain Wilbourne. Based solely on your service record, and actions aboard Conqueror, the other commanders feel that you would be the most successful candidate for this position." Here Colonel Fitzwilliam again paused to allow the meaning of his words to begin to sink in to Lt. Wickham's understanding.
Lieutenant Wickham's face at first expressed an air of surprise, then changed to an expression of thoughtfulness. Clasping his hands behind him he turned, facing the Colonel and expressed his thoughts. He began by agreeing that there were several activities, which if generally know, did present a problem for him and if things were to continue in the same manner would bode ill for his future. ...But here, at some length Wickham began to explain the pressures of his lack of funds and no certain future had dealt to him.
It was true, he expressed, old Mr. Darcy had seemed to intend him for a profession in the church. ...But as he grew older and the time grew ever nearer, he had felt a sense of fear and regret, not wishing to take up the life of a cleric. He had never felt a calling for preaching God's word, and his inner feelings seemed to cause him to act out in some kind of revolt at the thought of a life of this kind. When he had reached his late teens, after his father's death, old Mr. Darcy had sent him off to Cambridge. As his studies continued he became more and more convinced that this life was not for him. Upon serious reflection, he now felt that what he was really doing in actions he had taken, was revolting against a destiny that he did not desire. After Mr. Darcy's death and the son had withheld the promised living from him, he had suddenly felt cast adrift.
No longer having a future source of income assured, and having no particular profession to seek after, he had drifted from one thing to another, gambling, drinking, and womanizing, but all had left him vacant and feeling empty. Suddenly he felt that he had found his calling in the Army. Though possessing no fortune of his own, he had used the last of his funds received from Darcy, nearly 1,800 pounds, to purchase a commission in Colonel Forster's Regiment at Meryton. Having expended all of his funds in the purchase he found that he soon had to go into debt for all of the other items needed for daily life including his uniform, sword, musket, and ammunition. He attempted to raise some of the funds through the only means he knew how, and that being gambling, but fortune did not smile on him often enough to allow him to get much ahead. Finally, when all of the merchants and other creditors had seemed at the point of bringing everything to the attention of Colonel Forster, he had fled in panic. He had taken Lydia along, because she had discovered his planned flight, and he did not want her informing the rest of the company before he had a chance to get away. Therefore, he had promised to take her to London for some fun, but had never actually promised to marry her. That was just something that Lydia had made up on her own, and told to some of her friends as an excuse as to why she was going to London with him. Then the rumor got distributed to the Lydia's family and he had felt trapped. While it was true that he had kept Lydia at a house in London, owned by a friend of his, Mrs. Younge, he did not do so as much to secrete her, but it being the only place that he had at his disposal. Wickham even further assured the Colonel that he could confirm many of these facts with Darcy himself. There was never any original intention for the couple to marry, and when Darcy had discovered them, both of them had assured him of this fact.
It was only after Darcy had spoken with Wickham privately and offered his financial assistance if Wickham would marry Lydia that he had reluctantly agreed to go through with the ceremony. Wickham considered Lydia to be still quite young and childlike foolish in many of her ways, but having placed her in a position where her virtue seemed compromised he had agreed to do the honorable thing. Even now, he explained, most of Lydia's time was spent in efforts to be the 'belle of the ball' at local balls and regimental parties. With Darcy's purchase of his commission in the 61st Regiment, Wickham felt that now life had at last opened up another opportunity to succeed and he was going to seize that chance and make the best of it. As regards Lydia, yes, he had married her and he expected to honor this commitment and provide for her to the best of his abilities, no matter what may come in the future.
After listening to all of this Colonel Fitzwilliam weighed the matter in his mind and requested that Lt. Wickham would notify Lt. MacDonnel to report to him. After having reviewed the same matter of the opening for the command and upon hearing all of MacDonnel's responses, Colonel Fitzwilliam retired to consider his decision. He thought late into the night considering both men and the risks and benefits that promotion for either man would entail. While it was true that MacDonnel possessed some seniority of time in rank, he had done nothing in particular to recommend him for the job other than a generally affable quality that made it easy for other men to like and respect him. Wickham, on the other hand, though possessing negative qualities from outside his duties of the army, had proven himself well when it had counted the most, during an engagement against the enemy. During the coming days and months, this was the quality that would be required of a commander.
Around 2 a.m. Colonel Fitzwilliam finally arose from his chair and summoned the night guard to have both men report to him. Meeting with MacDonnel first the Colonel informed him that he had made his decision and that he would expect him to continue to serve with the unit, but offered him the chance of a transfer if he so desired. Thereafter, Lt. Wickham entered and was informed of his promotion to command as Captain of the unit. "Captain Wickham. I have struggled mightily over this decision tonight. Do not let me see the day when I shall regret my choice," Colonel Fitzwilliam expressed firmly.
"Sir. That day shall never dawn. I thank you for your confidence in me and I shall always strive to earn your respect."
"By the way, Captain Wickham... I also need to inform you that you pay will now be raised from the current 700 pounds per annum to that of a full Captain at 1,500 pounds."
"Thank you, Colonel. And... may I ask a favor of you? Would it be possible for my pay for a draw on my current period be forwarded to Lydia for her use?"*
"Yes, that is a good thought, Captain. I shall be sending a message back to London this morning and I will be able to include a request along with it. If there is nothing else then... Please see that you have your men ready for to decamp at 0600 hours. We have a very long day ahead of us and an arduous overland trip before we may engage the enemy."
With that the new Captain saluted sharply and turned to assume command of his squadron.
*Soldiers at this time were paid on a daily basis, however, while on active duty on the Continent their entire pay was held until such time as they returned to England. A regular soldier's pay was about 10S per day.
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Continued in Part 3
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