Horatio Hornblower - Spain Becomes Neutral

0:00Call all hands, beat the quarters. Number of the guards, tell by the steward better. One broadside, in order to please get in bush. Point of some target. Prince top's ready. Eyes are ready. Fire! Presenting Michael Redgrave as CS barsters in dominant man of the sea, Horatio Hornbloy.

1:30The The The The The The The The The The The The The The The Evenism, 18-year-old midshipman, I'd often heard the word blood-versed in it, of course. I'd read of the blind hatred that was said to seize on fighting men in crisis. But Well, I don't suppose I'd really quite believe in it. There was other miles young men, I think, country-bred, not long at sea. So it was something that was sought to me to find that I could have this feeling too, is at least on one occasion long ago. The story of this unexpected piece of self-discovery began quietly enough, just off the coast of Spain less than a hundred miles from my own, which is portable to boat.

2:31Mr. Roth, call up Side Boys and Marine Guard, all honest to a captain who's an ally. Very good, Mr. Roth. And first the word to captain Peru. You probably want to be at the gangway. Yes. I'm on guard. Mr. On guard. Make the Spanish captain welcome. That's a speak-fraig. I'll ask you to come below for a glass of wine. Captain Perlil, sir, I've only got school friends, sir. I know I know, but I can already read the stuff, some of it. Well, I'll try, sir. Mr. Captain, would you like to send the captain the notes for captain? It'll be available in the next few days. The notes for captain, it'll be available in the next few days. Mr. Mr. Sir, I'll go to the next one. I'll go. Immediately. Yes. Thank you. He said, sir, he prefers you read the contents of the temple at once, without delay.

3:32Very good. We'll now. It's in French. Here, read it, hornblower. Yes, sir. Well, it's mostly complement, addressed by his exonancy, the Duke of Belquitte, to the most gallant ship captains, Redwood, Palais, Knight of the Bar, and so on. But, well, sir, we'll... No, but it seems to be the Spain is now neutral. How long did it go with France? That's it, yes. Must enforce her right. It says, sir, that we have been at the air here 24 hours, and that if we... And you're leaving us at the lunch, doesn't he know we beat his ally, our fate for friend? I eat fish, too. Go on. Yes, sir. Six hours from now, sir, if... We are still within range of the shore batteries. They will have orders to fire on us.

4:33The goal of which, I've a nine-cho, hornblower. You tell this fellow. No, never mind. I must let him see he's made me angry. Mr. Hornblower. Tell Mr. Chad to see him over the side with all the honors. Sideboys, hoax and pipes, drummers. Yes, sir. Yes. Everything will be fine, sir. Then I'll go below and do my swearing. Tell Mr. Eccles, I want to be under way within the hour. Yes, sir. Colonel, impudence. It was... It was almost funny. I poured out complimentary farewells to the death of my ability. And while I was doing it, the two captains, stiffly exchanged bows of every phrase, hats across drummers concerned. But Captain Beliu was as good as his word or even better. The cable was hope short and less than an hour, and as we slowly got underway. I see. I stood in the waist with Mr. Wales, our carpenter. Looking across at the distant white town which would soon fade.

5:35Two long sharp cows had emerged from the inner bay and were pointing towards the end of the faffig book. They were a sort of ship I'd never seen in my whole life. At least outside my history books and school. I must have Wales, what are they? Galleries, Mr. Hornblower. Galleries? What are they? Galleries, Mr. Hornblower. Galleries? But like ancient Roman phyriums, is that it? That's it. And manned by slaves. Straight past the ancient world and yet here beside modern cars like ours. Oh, this is something to see, all right. How many does Spanish have in commission, it's a Wales? But no. How many do you know, Hornblower? A dozen, I would say. Four men to the oral and fifty oral. That means two hundred galleries ladies per ship. Oh, now I'll lock the loot. You may see we're getting it. They're applying. I thought it's good news. Yes, the guy Ronnick's pleased to have the loot.

6:37Hornblower, I will wait you. The next time we hear those guns from shore, they'll be firing the real thing. The Lieutenant Ross was quite bright and there's probably... The tide of war was turning against England. Nation-alformation was retiring from the contest against the tyrant Bonaparte. And in the weeks that followed, it looked as if we would soon stand almost alone against the world.

7:37I do not like to look at Mr. Chet. Don't like it one little bit. The current is quite strong, sir. And what pain prevailing wins at all, are blowing in the same direction. And all grain chips. I give my arms at two hours of a southerly wind just now. That's all we need to walk us up to the moe. Well, what did it miss a long door? Mark Hedlock has a sister-portist. That was a approaching call off on the port beam. Lieutenant Ross asks her instructions. Port beam, maybe. Give me that dust, Mr. Chet. Yes, I... I think I can barely detect. Take the glass, Mr. Chet. Horizon is extremely hazy, but tell me if I see no right. Unless I'm very much mistaken, it's our friends from Cadiz. Oh, Cadiz, sir. I don't quite follow. The gall is man, the Spanish gall is. Look carefully now. Can't you make out the rise and fall of those cannibal arms? Yes, sir. By hitting that exactly what they are. The gall is. And sir, they're heading straight for us, or I'll have a blind man with a quick nap.

8:39I want you on the court to take, Mr. Chet. We long the men, red as a long-fold, cut. Our call has to call the media, sir. Apparently, the gall is intentional, Mr. Faller, on the merchant ship, lying farthest behind in the convoy. Three grain ships lay within half a mile of us, and might be covered by our gunfire. But the others could expect no such prediction. And a pair of gall is fed toward these, looking like ghosts. Sinister goes to lunged cool pizmen, just as it's been. All right. Hello, folks, Mr. Chet, I saw Mr. Jones will come out of the cutter. Mr. Mason, the long boat. I want six-pounder-cut and eight-layer-de-the-both boats. I'm drafting eyes, of course. Yes, sir. They're already equipped. Mr. Honger, sir. You at a check, all personal arms. But make sure each hand has pistol and cutlass that he goes over time. I thought they had the jolly boat. That's my special shot.

9:40Your jolly boat attack one of those wargalles, Honger. A twill foot in the shell with a cruel six. Don't be be large. We could just pull to one of the grain, convoy, sir. And reinforce her crew against the attack. Well, yes. Possibly, a captain for Lousa. What do you think of the young man's proposal? He says he and his crew might be required by one of the convoyer attacks. So bring our other men, sir. Be quick, sir. All right, all right, Mr. Honger. Be about to spend. Make for any one of our ships that may need help. I put your men aboard her. But I don't waste any more time with talk of jolly boat connection. Thank you, sir. Jackson, under her. All six of us is ready, Mr. Honger. They will be only up at the Davi Tinia. Good. Got pistols and cutlassers. I, sir. And swing out the jolly boat. You're 18 to attack them. Be with ships they're still. Quiet. We, we, just might want to. Jackson, if I use the chance, can I? Are you willing? And the others too. Really?

10:40I long to have a cracker than this self. So it is all six of us. Don't worry about it. It's a good, good, then. We'll, we'll, we'll see. It's quite true, as Jackson said. Every man of the six in my crew was glaring in hostility at the two war gallows. As we pulled away from the indefatigable. And as for myself, had never in my life felt the sudden, violent, personal hate that shook me now.

11:43Along both in the cutter, both much larger than our little craft had a good start on us and made far-tired way. We lagged behind them. I found myself touching the tiller and leaning forward in my eagerness to be at grip somehow with this weird enemy. Just you look at them gallows or blades fly. The way they come sweeping down is something. The rice that they dip, they are the be time they are to a board of grain ship if you would be too. I think you're right. I'm going to pull the tiller over. We'll follow the cutter for better or for worse. Sir! Well, Hunter? I can see Mr. Starrows in the cutter, giving orders, sir. She's budgeted as six pounder of the gallows. She doing the fire? I wonder. It's much too great a range for that six pounder popcorn, I'm afraid. All the same, I'm glad to see she's ready. She's here. Sir! Look there. What is it? There's the other gallows. Bigger life! Diving right in between them two merchant ships. And now a cutter's in there, they're the par! Poor man! We've got to get out there and help.

12:43Pulls real high if I tell you. Pull! We're gaining on the cutter, Mr. Armdard. She's fired. They have the spars. They're straight up the gallows, par! Looks so good. It's just spinters, see? They still look good for the cutter, sir. There was always a quickening on the gallows. Gallows coming on to Rammer. It's like the creeps of the psalamis or something. Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull! Pull! Phew! That was close. We just missed our own cutters. And now we have past issue. We've turned about and she's gone around the cutter. Ah! I love for her. Why are they only there? They've seen the cutter right in two. And Mr. Armdard was standing up in the stern, each when she struck. Yes. I can't even see him, no?

13:48It was a chilling sight. One moment before, a lieutenant's film was looking straight at the death which cleaved towards him through the blue water. And now, no trace of him or half his men. A few men clung to the severed cutters stern parts. But as the Spanish gallows starboarded or swept by us, just clearing our sand, our own ores, she wrote them down relentlessly and cast over their bobbing heads. Give way, folks! Give way! Use your gun, little Jackson. Use it now. We're going aboard that devil ship. Jackson yelled an oath in reply and hurled our grappling hook on its long line. It caught in the flooded gilt rail of the gallows quarter, just before he swept out of our reach. I was wild, rage and horror now. Somehow we must avenge that cutter's crew. Our own men have been slaughtered by this ghost out of the past. I already loathe for our brutal slave, but the cutters fateful with the last storm.

14:51I can't hold it, sir. You feel that pull? Blinds cut my ends. I'll take a turn round the cleat, don't be a fool. We've got to hold on to it, Jackson. She's passed down the cleat, while swearing like we'd are pooned away, laying it down. Look, like this earth they've seen us. There's a stanny running out on her blue. He's got a knife to cut our lives. Well then, shoot him, hunter. Good shot, under! He fell right out of sight below the rail. Look, men, the odds are heavy against this, but we've had a good chance to climb aboard. Are you for it? We'll only step high. I'll hide. Good last. All right, pull up then, there. You, Davis, you pass and give Jackson a hand of the line. Hold us up in the closer to our stern. They were fighting mad as I. All of us shouting at each other, shaking with fury and excitement, huh? It was them that that word I'd read came back to me, and I fled in my mind like fire. Blood first to this. Well, finally I knew what that word meant.

15:52I was insane with it. Them four or five swore their faces appeared above the galley's gilded stern, and muskets pointed down into the trolley boat. I pistol's out, Zinfaya. Them stanny heads were in the other sight, right quickly, sir. Carson's near conscious. Reload. Watch out, Mr. Haltgoer. Someone's pushed a musket balance through the window, and they're off to cabin up there. Yo, got that knife, I'm here. I'm heading for that broken cabin window in the stern. Now, bring them in, I'll come in one at a time. Hi, I, sir. I flung myself at the Gretanol line. My legs grazed the water as the line sagged, but my arms finally carried me upwards. I swung up my feet, kicked out what remained of the shattered window, and held myself through. I came down on the cabin deck with a fud, and peered about me in the dim cabin. The Spaniards would aim through the window lay there dead.

16:54I was alone. I'll leave him, Johnson. Only me. We all alone in here, sir. Don't talk so loud. Are the others coming, Jackson? I'm just next. They're all B, sir. And Cip Carson. We can't wait for them now. But, sir, here they commotion up above. Look, now, speed's the important thing, Jackson. Now, come along. Here's the cabin door. Find the officers first, Jackson. Got your cutlass ready? I, I, sir. Look, there's a two big guns up for it, yes. And three or four men on the boat, sir. Yes, but there'll be more on the poop just above us. They've needed an increase. But they've got a lot of them. They've got a lot of them. They've got a lot of them. They've got a lot of them. They've got a lot of them. Look behind you, hot. More spenders from the foxes. They've got their swords out too. More spenders. Oh, no, no, no. I've missed a chair in some hands out there coming over side.

18:06I'm very sorry, but, well, by the dirt and sweat, well, we didn't follow instructions. You see, sir, oh, but the admiral will be pleased. All the same, Mr. Hounder. And now that we've lost poor Mr. Soms in that accident or the cutter, I rather think you should need another watchkeeping officer. I have it in mind to keep you on order as acting lieutenant young men. Acting lieutenant, sir. Sir, I just lost my head. I think I bought it the gall in a kind of fit of old, I don't know, insanity perhaps.

19:09It might be well if more young officers lost their heads in that way than... But, sir, I mean, I had it. I wouldn't like to make false pretenses, sir. And now I'm on it for enough. All right. I'm almost the same to that blind sage, sir. I must be honest, I am. Never question the lucky things that hadn't you, Mr. Hounder. You'll learn more moderation in good time, unfortunately. Oh, yeah. Thank you, sir. Music Horatio Houndblower, starring Michael Redgrave, is based on the novels by CS Bonnister. Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch, produced by Harry Allen Torres.

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