The captives had heard that the cleaned stones were sent to Amsterdam via ships passing through Freetown harbor.
The rocks the girls discarded they threw into another pile. Closer to the compounds perimeter, a massive pile of discarded rocks testified to the amount the men had already hacked out of the earth, that the children had gathered and sorted.
Katherine and Harriet paused beside the girls, responding with gentle, encouraging smiles as several glanced up.
One of the older girls, fair haired and pale skinned, asked Katherine, Will you be around later? She pointed to the already large pile of discarded ore. Well be getting through a good amount today.
Katherine nodded; it was part of her Dubois-decreed duties to check over the discarded ore for any obvious diamonds the girls might have missed. Ill be back this afternoon.
The sound of approaching footsteps had Katherine and Harriet turning to see who was coming their way. Hillsythe, a tall, loose-limbed, brown-haired man, was walking from the medical hut in company with Jed Mathers, one of the carpenters. Hillsythe was a gentleman and, regardless of the rough clothes he now wore, was a commanding figure in their small community. He was also one of those with some degree of medical training, and Jed had a bandaged wrist.
As the pair drew level with Katherine and Harriet, Hillsythe slowed, then halted. He nodded at Jed. Avoid using that hand for at least the rest of the day. Grab one of the boys to help you.
Aye. Ill do that. Jed dipped his head respectfully to Katherine and Harriet, then continued on his way to the mine.
Hillsythe lingered. His gaze on Jed, he murmured, Were going to have to move forward into the second tunnel soon. Theres too little of the first deposit left.
So I understand, Katherine said. I assume the principal question remaining is how we manage output from the second pipe once Dixon opens it for mining.
Hillsythe inclined his head, both in agreement and in unconsciously elegant farewell. Tonight, then. As usual after dinner.
Katherine stood with Harriet and watched Hillsythe trail Jed back to the mine. Dixon had been the only officer Dubois and his masters in the settlement who were managing the scheme had intended to snatch. Because of his expertise, Dixon had been a necessity. What the schemers hadnt counted on was that other officers would be dispatched to find Dixon. First had come Lieutenant William Hopkins, whod been followed by Lieutenant Thomas Fanshawe, both navy men, and finally Hillsythewho didnt have a rank and wasnt army or navy, yet was transparently someone of military background.
Initially, Dubois had been exceedingly unhappy about having more officers foisted upon him; he was far from a foolhe knew danger when he saw it. However, from Duboiss point of view, the advent of Hopkins, the first officer to arrive after Dixon, had instead proved to be an unlooked-for bonus. The disconnected rabble of other menmany sailors or navvies snatched off the dockshad recognized the authority Will Hopkins carried as naturally as a cloak. Although he was only in his late twenties, Wills grasp of command was innate, and the men had responded.
And Will had been clever enough to see that playing to Duboiss liking for efficiency and smooth operations would, in the short to medium term, be to the captives advantage.
That had been the start of the charade theyd all, bit by bit, started to play for Duboiss benefit. Just how much of their carefully constructed façade of appeasement and acquiescence Dubois actually believed, Katherineand the others, toowould not have wagered on, but as long as his camp ran smoothly and he met his masters targets, Dubois appeared content to leave them be.
According to Hillsythe, Dubois was the epitome of a successful mercenary. He wouldnt have reached the age he had, with the absolute control over his men he transparently wielded, without knowing how to best manage an operation like this. Efficiency and effectiveness were Duboiss watchwords; as long as the work was done as he wished, he cared not a fig for anything else.
Under Dixon, Hopkins, and Fanshawe, the male captives had come together and formed a cohesive company, divided into four units under the three officers and Hillsythe. In addition, Hillsythe acted as their strategist. It was he who, once hed learned the ways of the camp and Dubois, had sounded the alarm over the dwindling first deposit and had suggested that Dixon excavate more widely, searching for another.
If it hadnt been for Hillsythes foresight, they would already have been in dire straits.
Subsequently, when Dixon had succeeded in finding the second pipe and theyd all heaved a sigh of relief, Hillsythe had again seen opportunity and had suggested that Dixonwith the full knowledge of all the captivesbecome increasingly spontaneously helpful to Dubois in matters relating to the mine. Hillsythe had explained that a man of Dixons backgroundan engineer with a true passion for his workmight believably have his initial loyalties eroded by his excitement over exploiting a second and even more fabulous diamond pipe.
Dixon had been reluctant, but theyd all seen the potential benefit and had urged him to try it.
With Hillsythes guidance, Dixon had tried being helpful over issues that didnt really matter to the captives.
The result was that, having now accepted Dixons conversion, increasingly, Dubois trusted what Dixon told him about the mine. That had helped enormously in dragging out the opening of the second tunnel. At this point, Dixon couldnt tell how extensive the second deposit was, so theyd decided to stretch out the mining of the first pipe for as long as possibleas long as a supply of diamonds adequate to appease Duboiss masters was coming out of itbefore opening the second pipe for mining.
Dixon had bought them the time by claiming a need for more careful and extensive testing around the second pipe so that when they hacked into the hillside, they didnt unnecessarily risk either damaging the pipe itself or bringing down the hillside on top of it and them. Dubois had accepted the rationale and allowed the delay.
But now that the first deposit was almost mined out, they would have to start on the second. Dubois and his masters wouldnt countenance the output of diamonds falling too low, and no one wanted to risk Dubois receiving an order to cull their company on the grounds that such a number was no longer required.
That was the sort of horrific act of which they all knew Dubois was fully capable.
Strangely enough, while everyone else had given up any hope of rescue, Hillsythe still entertained the expectation that someone would, at some point, come for themthat relief in some guise would eventually arrive. He didnt make any point of it and nowadays rarely spoke of it, yet Katherine sensed that his quiet, unstated confidence still survived.
Which left her wondering about something Hillsythe had never explainednamely, who had sent him after Fanshawe.
As Hillsythe vanished into the mine, a pattering of feet drew her attention to a young boy who came pelting toward her from the direction of the kitchen. She turned with a welcoming smile. Diccon. As he skidded to a halt before her, she reached out and finger-combed his pale golden hair back from his forehead. Are you off, then?
Aye. Diccon held up the basket he carried. And Ill be sure to be back before the sun starts down.
She kept her smile in place, but saw the shadow that passed through Diccons pale blue eyes. I know you will. Off you go, then.
She kept her smile in place, but saw the shadow that passed through Diccons pale blue eyes. I know you will. Off you go, then.
She and Harriet stood and watched as, with a last fleeting grin, Diccon raced off toward the compound gate. Although tall for his age, he was only seven. Long and lanky, thin and bony, hed been delivered to Dubois with a group of other children snatched from the Freetown slums. But Diccon hadnt been able to bear the dust in the mine; hed coughed himself into fits, and his health had quickly deteriorated.
When Dubois had contemplated killing the boy, deeming him a useless burden, Katherine had argued that Diccon wasnt uselesshe just couldnt go into the mine. Instead, shed pointed out that if Dubois wanted his captives to perform at their best and not fall ill unnecessarily, then all the children, and the adults, too, could do with more fruitand there was plenty of fruit in the surrounding jungle. Fruit Diccon could fetch. Dubois had considered, then hed agreed to let Diccon ramble for fruit every day, as long as he returned each afternoon before dusk.
Dubois had looked Diccon in the eye and had stated that if Diccon failed to return, Dubois would kill two childrenDiccons closest friends.
That was the cause of the shadows in Diccons eyes. He enjoyed rambling in the jungle and had grown adept at finding fruit, berries, and nuts, but he worried all the time that something might happen to keep him from returning, and the deaths of his friends would be on his head.
It was just like Dubois to unnecessarily place such a Damocles sword over an impressionable boys head. No one in their right mind would imagine Dicconwho was by no means unintelligentwould attempt to run away. Where to? He would die in the jungle if he didnt come back.
Her gaze on Diccons departing figure, Harriet sighed. What I wouldnt give to spend a day now and then out in the jungle.
Katherine thought, then arched her brows. Why dont I ask his highness?
Harriet glanced at her. Do you think theres any chance hell agree?
He might if I phrase the request correctly. She paused, then added, Ive noticed hes particularly fond of those large nuts Diccon brings in. Dubois keeps them all for himself.
With Harriet, she turned, and they continued to the cleaning shed. It was time to return to their days labors. As they reached the steps that led up to the door, she made up her mind. I cant see any reason not to ask. Ill suggest that one of us can accompany Diccon out each day, and that well work an extra half hour each dayall of usto make up for it.
Harriets face lit. That sounds perfect. And Lord knows, Dubois knows that none of us are fool enough to try to run away.
Katherine pulled a face. We dont even know in which direction to run.
She opened the door and went in. Harriet followed, and they resumed their places on stools about the long raised table that ran down the middle of the shed.
Mary Wilson looked up from the rock from which she was carefully chipping away aggregated ore. She flashed a smile at Katherine and Harriet, then looked back at her work. There were six women in total, all presently in the shed, and theyd banded together into a tight-knit, supportive group. Theyd had to. While Katherine was the most confident and assured in dealing with Dubois, the others had backed her up on more than one occasion. Despite their disparate backgroundsKatherine a governess, Harriet a young woman of good family searching for a position after coming out to Freetown following Dixon, Mary a shop assistant and part owner of a shop, Ellen Mackenzie another young woman who had arrived in the settlement looking for honest work, and Annie Mellows and Gemma Halliday, expert needlewomen who hailed from the slumstheyd all grown comfortable in the others company.
Theyd come to trust each other.
A guard had come in fifteen minutes before Katherine and Harriet had left for their walk; the other women had gone for their walks, two by two, earlier. The guard was still there, leaning against one wall, bored and idly watching them.
Ten entirely uneventful minutes later, he stirred. A large male of indeterminate origin, he drawled, Later, ladies. Then he moved to the door and left, letting the panel slam shut behind him.
All six women looked up. Mary met Katherines eyes.
After a moment of straining her ears, Katherine nodded. Mary slipped from her stool, went to the door, and carefully eased it open enough to look out.
There was a grin in her voice as she reported, Hes swaggering off to the barracks.
They never knew when a guard might look in on themand never quite trusted in them leaving and not hovering, hoping to hear something incriminating to report to Dubois. But this one had, as most of them did, taken himself off.
After shutting the door, Mary returned to her stool and hopped up again. She looked at Katherine. Any news?
Ive decided to ask Dubois if weone by one, one each daycan join Diccon on his forays. Just to break up our days.
Ooh! Gemma grinned. I like the sound of that.
They fell to discussing the pros and cons and how best to present the argument to Dubois. Katherine glanced at Harriet, but as she had, Harriet chose not to mention the issue of opening up the second tunnel.
Time enough to broach that later, after the leaders discussion that evening, when, no doubt, they would learn the hard facts.
* * *
Charles Babington stood on the worn planks of Government Wharf. Lounging in the shadows cast by a stack of cotton bales offloaded from some other vessel, he watched the Macauley and Babington inspector and the ports customs officer as they peered down into the open hatch of The Dutch Princess, a merchantman bound for Amsterdam.
Impatience rode him, edged with desperation. His intended, Mary Wilson, had vanished too many weeks ago, and there seemed nothing of any substance that he could actually do. Robert Frobisher had given him hope, but Frobisher had vanished and had surely returned to England long since. Whether Frobisher had succeeded in advancing his missionwhich might just result in Mary being found and returned to Charles and her uncleCharles did not know. Short of writing to Frobisher, there was no way Charles could see to learn more.
And he had no idea where Frobisher, or even his brother Declan Frobisher, actually lived. A letter to the Frobisher Shipping Company in London or Aberdeen might, eventually, reach Robert. Perhaps.
But Charles had volunteered to do what little he could to ensure no diamondsor gold if that was what was being mined, but his and the Frobishers money was on diamondsslipped out of Freetown in some ships hold. He had the ability to order searches of the cargo of any ship bound for England or for ports nearby on the Continent. Amsterdam, long the home of the worlds diamond trade, was just such a port, and so together with all other Amsterdam-or Rotterdam-bound vessels, The Dutch Princesss cargo hold was being searched by a gang of excise men.
Charless presence was not requiredindeed, he had no real business being therebut the sense of helplessness that dogged his every waking moment had driven him to the wharfjust in case.
Just in case the search party stumbled on a cache of uncut diamonds.
The captain, a burly man who looked more English than Dutch, stood by the side of the open hold, his massive arms crossed over his broad chest. Hed been watching the searchers, but as if hed felt Charless gaze, he glanced at him.