Birds of Prey - Smith Wilbur (полная версия книги .TXT) 📗

"I would never stand in the way of a beautiful lady." The Buzzard bowed. "But you will not bid against me for the other three, will you?"

"Tis a bargain, my lord." Katinka smiled. "This one is mine, and you may have the others."

Cumbrae folded his arms across his chest and shook his head when Hop looked to him to increase the bid. "Too rich a price for my digestion," he said, and Hop looked in vain for a buyer in the rest of the crowd. None was foolhardy enough to go up against the Governor's wife.

Recently they had been given a glimpse of his excellency's temper in open court.

"The slave Aboli is sold to Mevrouw van de Velde for the sum of six hundred guilders!" Hop sang out, and bowed towards the carriage. "Do you wish the chains struck off, Mevrouw?"

Katinka laughed. "And have him bolt for the mountains? No, Mijnheer, these soldiers will escort him up to the slave quarters at the residence." She glanced across at Schreuder who gave an order to a detachment of green-jackets waiting under their corporal at the edge of the crowd. They elbowed their way forward, dragged Aboli down from the block and led him away up the avenue towards the residence.

Katinka watched him go. Then she tapped the Buzzard on the shoulder with one finger. "Thank you, my lord."

"The next lot is the slave Jiri," Hop told them, reading from his notes. "He is, as you see, another fine strong specimen-" "Five hundred guilders!" growled the Buzzard, and glared at the other buyers, as if daring them to bid at their peril. But without the Governor's wife to compete against, the burghers of the colony were bolder.

"And one hundred," sang out a merchant of the town. "And a hundred more!" called a wagoner in a jacket of leopard skins The bidding went quickly to fifteen hundred guilders with only the wagoner and the Buzzard in the race.

"Damn and blast the clod!" Cumbrae muttered, and turned his head to catch the eye of his boatswain who, with three of his seamen, hovered beside the rear wheel of the carriage. Sam Bowles nodded and his eyes gleamed. With his men backing him he sidled through the press until he stood close behind the wagoner.

"Sixteen hundred guilders," roared the Buzzard, "and be damned to ye!"

The wagoner opened his mouth to push upwards and felt something prick him under the ribs. He glanced down at the knife in Sam Bowles's gnarled fist, closed his mouth and blanched white as baleen.

"The bid is against you, Mijnheer Tromp!" Hop called to him, but the wagoner scurried away across the Parade back towards the town.

Kimatti and Matesi were both knocked down to the Buzzard for well under a thousand guilders each. The other prospective buyers in the crowd had seen the little drama between Sam and the wagoner and none showed any further interest in bidding against Cumbrae.

All three slaves were dragged away by Sam Bowles's shore party towards the beach. When Matesi struggled to escape a shrewd crack over his scalp with a marlin spike quieted him and, with his mates, he was shoved into the longboat and rowed out to where the Gull lay anchored at the edge of the shoals.

"A successful expedition for both of us, my lord." Katinka smiled at the Buzzard. "To celebrate our acquisitions, I hope you will be able to dine with us at the residence this evening."

"Nothing would have given me greater pleasure, but alas, madam, I was lingering only for the sale and the chance of picking up a few prime seamen. Now my ship lies ready in the bay, and the wind and the tide bid me away."

"We shall miss you, my lord. Your company has been most diverting. I hope you will call on us and remain a while longer when next you round the Cape of Good Hope."

"There is no power on this earth, no storm, ill wind or enemy which could prevent me doing so," said Cumbrae and kissed her hand. Cornelius Schreuder glowered. he could not stand to see another man lay a finger on this woman who had come to rule his existence.

As the Buzzard's feet touched the deck of the Gull he shouted to the helm, "Geordie, my Alod, prepare to weigh anchor and get under way."

Then he singled out Sam Bowles. "I want the three Negroes on the quarterdeck, and swiftly." As they were ranged before him, he looked them over carefully. "Does any one of you three heathen beauties speak God's own language?" he asked, and they stared at him blankly. "So it's only your benighted lingo, is it?" He shook his head sadly. "That makes my life much harder."

"Begging your pardon," Sam Bowles tugged obsequiously at his Monmouth cap, "I know them well, all three of them. We was shipmates together, we was. They're playing you for a patsy. They all three speak good English."

Cumbrae grinned at them, with murder in his eyes. "You belong to me now, my lovelies, from the tops of your woolly heads to the pink soles of your great flat feet. If you want to keep your black hides in one piece, you'll not play games with me again, do you hear me?" And with a swipe of his huge hairy fist he sent Jiri crashing to the deck. "When I talk, to you you'll answer clear and loud in sweet English words. We're going back to Elephant Lagoon and, for the sake of your health, you're going to show me where Captain Franky hid his treasure. Do you hear me?"

Jiri scrambled back onto his feet. "Yes, Captain Lardy, sir! We hear you. You are our father."

"I'd rather have lopped off my own spigot with a blunt spade than fathered the likes of one of you with it!" The Buzzard grinned at them. "Now get ye up to the main yard to clap some canvas on her." And he sent Jiri on his way with a flying kick in the backside. atinka sat in sunlight, in a protected corner of the terrace out of the wind, with Cornelius Schreuder beside her. At the serving table Sukeena poured the wine with her own hands, and carried the two glasses to the luncheon table with its decorations of fruit and flowers from Slow John's gardens. She placed a tall glass with a spiral stem in front of Katinka, who reached out and caressed her arm lightly.