Horatio Hornblower - Rejoining The Fleet

0:00Call our hands, beat the quarters. Hello, Tigger. Stand by, let's tell them what better. One broadside in order to please Captain Bush. Point of un-pogged. Wind's tough, ready. I am ready! Fire! Presenting Michael Redgrave as CSFarasters in dominant line of the sea, Horatio Hornblore.

1:31legtogen由 de Razeper & laws simpler circuits traditions It may seem absurd now that I've still decided to return to England, Despite of my present years and honors, I'm under no illusions as to the fickle nature of the public. And neither was I then. Whatever it occurred since, there was no gain saying the fact that I had lost my ship, the suppolend in battle, and that I should be called to account for it. If the court-martial should decide that I was at fault, his grace, or even death might have waked me. My thoughts were as somber as the grey door on the butman as I paced the deck of the witch of Endor and the coast of France fell away over the horizon.

2:31Come to the hall of the earth, what color is that? At the sound of the English voice, words failed me for a moment. At least there was no need now to hide in the mist. On the other hand, it brought nearer all the future which I was dreading. I said what color is red? Well, I'd fly my colors to the last. If my career was to end, it would end with a joke. In potato, better say it's armed, cuttle, witch of Endor. Cutting Horatio Hornblur. What's the matter? Come on, armed! Actions are coming, party! What did you say that everyone? You must think we're mad, sir, the witch of Endor has been a French prize for a year. And you've been dead for six months? The hall of Endor! I want the money! You should go on, sit down! Hello, Mr. Bush. He's arrearing under the stern of that two decker and bring it to the wind under the leaf.

3:33As the boat bore me to the triumph side and I stared at the familiar beauty of a ship of war again, the two yellow streaks along their sides, checkered with gunports, appenant of the main, the hands on her deck, the red coat of the Marines. I'm on the boat, all those! I heard the distant voice of a burst in roaring of the seaman, all the familiar sights and sands of the navy in which I had grown up. I was hard put to it to restrain my emotion. This was indeed the end of my long captivity and flight. Hardy was there on deck, his huge bulk towering over everybody. I saw his expression all turn. Good God! It is Hornblower. Welcome back. Give me a hand, sir. How did you come here, sir? How did you take the witch? How did I come back from the grave? Yes, that was you want to ask, Lowe. It's a long story. How are you? Better come under my cabin, Hornblower. It must be a pretty difficult time for you.

4:37Didn't you know Ligton was killed? No. No. Don't worry about me. I've heard nothing for months. She died of his wounds at the boat. Oh, I see. Have you... Have you heard anything of my wife? Well, I remember reading that she was awarded a civilist pension by the government when the news of your death arrived. No other news had it. There was a child on the way. Oh, none that I know of. But then I've been four months on this ship. I wouldn't hear anything. Over the horizon, Lowe was appearing a long line of ships close hold. They were in rigid, regular line. And as we watched, they went about in succession. In perfect order, as if changed together. The channel Fleet was at drill. 18 years of drill at sea had given them unquestioned superiority over any other fleet in the world.

5:39The victories in the van? Yeah, take my glass. Shingo, gentlemen, hillfut. Shingo triumphs to flagship. Have on board Captain Horisio Hornblower. While Hadeh dictated his message, I looked through the glass. The speed echo with her abnormal flag of the main was leading the long line of ships. The broad stripes on her side, clistening in the sunlight. She'd been jobless as flagship at St Vincent. Holds in the Mediterranean. And the melt-sens at St. Paul Gare. No, she was dismalgemised. And fatative, ever there was one. Shingo Loist was soaring up her yard arm. Hadeh was busy dictating replies. Admiral Shingo ling for you to go aboard. I trust you'll do me the honor of making use of my barge, Horisio. The time Spard was painted Primrose Yellow, picked out with black. So were her all blades. The crew wore Primrose-colored jumpers with black neckplots. As I took my seat, I reflected Groomalyn,

6:41that I'd never been able to afford to dress my barge as crew in a fancy rigour. Hadeh must be a wealthy man, I suppose, with his travel guard prize money and his pension as Colonel of Marines. I could not help contrasting our positions. He abandoned it wealthy, famous, myself poor and distinguished. And awaiting trial. Please, return! Once! Welcome aboard, Captain Honda. I'm Calendar, Captain of the Feet. His lordship gave instructions for you to be shown to his cabin. Will you come this way? Thank you. I don't suppose you remember me, but I was first left in it in the Amazon when you were in the Indepaticable. On the contrary, I remember you very well. In fact, I was a certain boat-till at Portenas. Oh, you remember that, do you? Very well. Well, I'd only been first for a week then, and I had to throw him away to battle somebody.

7:41Over here is his lordship cabin. Thank you. Will you make us all comfortable while I tell him you're here? Lord Gambier's cabin was not nearly so ornate as hard as it'd been. The most conspicuous item was the big brass-banded bible on the table. I sat down on a cushioned locker and stared gloomily out of the stern window. The next hour might easily decide my whole fatal. And pardon me, sir. I am the Admiral's clerk. Yes, sir. His lordship will receive your report shortly in the meantime. Well? What's such a hiding my hand, Rebecca? I'm the freight sir that I have bad news for you. What news? Well, come along. I'm out of it. But that I had an odd expression on his face until though I spoke up boldly enough my heart sank. Was it possible that my case had already been pre-judged? Was I to be arrested, tried, condemned, shot?

8:41I remembered having seen this paragraph in the morning, chronically three months ago, sir. I shouted to his lordship and captain, calendar, as they decided it ought to be shown to you as early as possible. Well? He's lordship's saver. Well, give me the paper. What is the paragraph? I'm afraid it's very bad news. What's that? Come and blast it. Let me see it. The lord give it, sir, and the lord take it away. Blessed be the name of the lord. We regret to announce the death in child bed on the seventh of this month of Mrs. Maria Hondler. Whether of the late captain for a show Hondler, burn apart's martyr victim. The tragedy occurred in Mrs. Hondler's lodgings at South Sea, and we're given to understand that the child, the fine boys, help him. His lordship instructed me, said to inform you of his sympathy.

9:43He will not expect your report yet, and he thought you might wish to seek the consolation of religion in your cabin. Yes. The lord give it, sir, and the adult. Get her, dear, go on, get her. In the actual battle of Rosas, my lord, before I surrendered the subordinate, 117 of my ship's company were killed, and 145 wounded. 44 of the latter died before I was taken to Rosas. The tragically high proportion, captain, good God, more than half your crew out of action before you surrendered. If you remember, my lord, Thompson and the Indiana, and last 92 out of 300 offcreet, and everyone said what a gallant defense he made. I was aware of it. The police go on, captain. Well, I told how I'd witnessed the destruction of the French squadron. How coyard had arrived to take me to Paris, and about escaped.

10:45I made but slight mention of the corn to the grass, and our voyage down the lois. But I went into some detail about the capture of the Witch of Endord. I've pointed out a knowledge of harbour arrangements that not, and the navigation difficulties of the lower lois might be of great future value. Good God, man, how can you be so cold, bloody about it, when you were... Captain Talender, I have requested you before, not to allow you to the deity, and that best from the sphashon. Any repetition will incur my serious dispeasure. Now, let me see, that cutter will be useful. She couldn't carry the dispatches, and I should not have to weaken the main body of the fleet. This deterrent of yours, Bush, I'll promote him into harvest commander. I gave a gasp of pleasure. Promotion to commander meant almost certain post-rank within the year. Bush deserved it, of course, but Admiral's usually had some favour, some nephew, or old friend's son, awaiting the first vacancy. But that was by no means all. Promotion of my lieutenant to commander was a high compliment to me.

11:46It set the seal of official approval on my actions. This decision of gambias was a public announcement that I had acted correctly. Thank you, Lord. Thank you. I hope you will continue to be my guest until I say it for Potsmouth next week. It would be best, I think. Yes, Lord, thank you. But however delicate the illusion, I knew that the last remark was a reminder of my position, and that I was technically under arrest. I all established custom, I must be under the supervision of an officer of equal rank while under arrest. There could be no question of being sent home in the witch of endore. Come in. Bush! Bush, by all means wonderful company, the man. Sit down here. Yeah, let me take those puzzles. Oh, by heaven, it's good to see your honest old face again, Bush. Look, have you been getting on well?

12:48What have you been doing? Did you? It's so easy, sir. Easy. I'll tell you about it, sir. First of all, this is the first chance I've had to thank you for my promotion, sir. Oh, don't thank me. You must thank Lord Gambia. I know, I owe it to all the same. They're going to post me as captain this week. They won't give me a ship not with this wooden liquor mine, but there's a job at Sheerness waiting for me. I'd never been a captain, but for you, sir. Oh, rubbish. How are you? How are you? How are you? Thanks, sir. Oh, I was... I was sorry to hear about Mrs. Hornblower, sir. I took the liberty of bringing out your letters. Oh, thank you. The package is a sword. I'm sure, sir. Oh, well, let's open it and see. Well, by heaven's... Oh, Bush. I never expected to see this again. I know that ghost gathered anywhere, sir. It's the hundred-kini sword that the patriotic fund gave you for your defeat of the divi-dad in a specific...

13:49Yes. You should see the newspapers. Your famous serves. Oh, your to-be. And there's plenty more on you's. Oh, what news, Bush? There's a witch of indoors, sir. Oh, yes, what about it? The navy body, yes, did it, if the price got. All thousand pounds was the price, sir. I was greatly impressed by the tact with which Bush allowed me to assimilate all this. I would not have expected such delicacy from the tough old campaigner. But I was already beginning to realize that I still had much to learn about people. The first dozen letters were from people unknown to me, but all congratulated me. Two were from Madman, a parent-leaveman, and two more from Pears. Then I saw letter in the hand which was known to me. And in my heart constricted as I stared at the envelope. It was from Lady Barbara. Bush, on the ship, on the port's mercenaries, and all the present world, spun and vanished to the side of the letter. I was not reading. I was listening again to that dear modulated voice which I had not heard for so many, many weird amounts.

14:57It is hard for me to write this letter. So overwhelmed am I with pleasure and surprise at hearing that you are free and well. I hasten to let you know that I have your son here in my care. My son, Barbara, has him. Oh God bless her. When he was left orphaned, I ventured to take charge of him and make myself responsible for his upbringing. While my brothers, lords, wealthy and wellington, consented to act as his godfather that his baptism, where at he was consequently given the names of Richard Arthur Horatio. Richard Arthur Horatio, wellington and wellington behind him. Well the boy's fortune is already made. Richard is a fine, healthy boy with a wonderful resemblance to his father and he has already greatly endeared himself to me. Let me assure you that I shall look upon it as a pleasure to continue to have charge of Richard until the time comes for you to take him away.

16:02I can easily guess that you will be much occupied with affairs on your arrival in England. But you will be very welcome should you care to call here to see your son who grows in intelligence every day. After this moment, I had hardly thought about the child. My paternal instincts had not been touched by a child I had never seen. Besides, they were warped by memories of the little Horatio who had died of smallpox in my arms so many years ago. But now, I felt a sudden wave of affection for the unknown little chap who had managed to endure himself to Barbara in London. Why, Barbara, taken him? Was it because we dood and childless she had sought for a convenient orphan to adopt him? Was it that she still cherished memories of a captain, homebler, whom at the time she believed to be dead?

17:02Time stood still while I stared at the letter and wondered. Bush was saying something. I tore myself back to the present with an effort. Sorry to interrupt, sir. They questioned me at White Hall and I thought you ought to know, but they calling me an evidence of the court martial. The court martial? For a few wonderful moments I had forgotten that threat hanging over my life. The court martial? If that were to go against me, not all the sons or lords and ladies in Christendom could help me. It was more than my life at stake. It was my reputation, my honor, my whole future. Horatio Hornblower, starring Michael Redgrave, is based on the novels by C.S. Farrister, music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch, produced by Harry Allen Towers.