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CHAPTER SEVEN - THE SPANISH GALLEYS

`Hungry for our blood,' said another.
`Perhaps they'll try us in batches,' suggested a third, `lik the French tribunals.'
Listening to them, Hornblower was reminded of French aristocrats jesting at the foot of the scaffold. Candidates departed and candidates returned, some gloomy, some smiling. The cabin was already far less crowded; Hornblower was able to secure sufficient deck space to seat himself, and he stretched out his legs with a nonchalant sigh of relief, and he no sooner emitted the sigh than he realized that it was a stage effect which he had put on for his own benefit. He was as nervous as he could be. The winter night was falling, and some good Samaritan on board sent in a couple of purser's dips to give a feeble illumination to the darkening cabin.
`They are passing one in three,' said the clerkly officer, making ready for his turn. `May I be the third.'
Hornblower got to his feet again when he left; it would be his turn next. He stepped out under the halfdeck into the dark night and breathed the chill fresh air. A gentle breeze was blowing from the southward, cooled, presumably, by the snow-clad Atlas Mountains of Africa across the strait. There was neither moon nor stars. Here came the clerkly officer back again.
`Hurry,' he said. `They're impatient.'
Hornblower made his way past the sentry to the after cabin; it was brightly lit, so that he blinked as he entered, and stumbled over some obstruction. And it was only then that he remembered that he had not straightened his neckcloth and seen to it that his sword hung correctly at his side. He went on blinking in his nervousness at the three grim faces across the table.
`Well, sir?' said a stern voice. 'Report yourself. We have no time to waste.'
'H-Hornblower, sir. H-Horatio H-Hornblower. M-Midshipman - I mean Acting-Lieutenant, H.M.S. Indefatigable.'
`Your certificates, please,' said the right-hand face.

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