Son of Fury Page #4

No be sad.

Ship will come

sometime.

No. I shall be here

for the rest of my days.

I know ship come.

I ask sea send it.

Well, that's the last

of the derelict.

They want know

what for?

You tell 'em I make knives, hatchets.

They'll see. Very good.

- What this?

- It's to eat with.

No, no, no. Like this.

Why?

Go on. Try again.

No. I am too stupid.

No, perhaps I'm the one that's stupid.

These things have no place here.

- I am so... proud.

- Why?

You have done much for my people.

And they know it.

You see how they all

come to you now...

and ask if they should

do this or do this?

Even Feenou.

They make you chief if you say.

This time

it's no derelict.

- Eve

- You will go.

- If you stay out of pity, I will throw myself in sea.

- But, Eve, I

I can only be happy

if you are happy.

They will not land.

I told them it would mean

that spears would be thrown.

It is better for your people

if no more white men come here.

They want fresh meat and water.

That I promised them.

She's a Dutchman

homeward bound for Rotterdam.

We sail on the ebb,

two hours after sunset.

She'll fire a gun

when 'tis time.

I've something for you.

My share. I'll have

no need for them.

I don't understand.

What do you mean?

It will help you buy your estates

and clear your name.

This is the fortune

you've always wanted.

Aye, I've always

wanted a fortune.

Now I've found it.

I'm not going

with you, lad.

- Are you going to stay here the rest of your life?

- Aye.

You thought I was mad

when I told you about the island.

You were right.

I was then.

Mad for riches, but

I didn't know what they were.

Now I have found them

and wisdom too.

No, I'm not going

with you, Ben.

And I don't envy you.

Good morning,

Your Worship.

Good morning.

Well, who's waiting?

Milord Havistock, sir.

He insists on seeing you at once.

He thinks he should be made

a knight commander of the Bath.

I don't.

I told the king so.

Who else?

Colonel de Forest, sir.

He wants you to use your influence to

Ah, London is full of colonels

who want brigades...

and bishops who want

to be archbishops.

- Who else?

- A goodly number of the usual, sir.

And, oh, a sailor, sir.

A common seafaring man...

who claims he has a tale

to interest you.

Tell him to take his tale somewhere else.

I've no time to waste.

But begging your pardon, sir.

I told him to go. He laughed at me.

He said to give you

this, sir.

Huh?

Hmm.

Well.

Well, 'tis an interesting

calling card.

The others can wait.

Tell the sailor

to bring in his tale.

Yes, Your Worship.

Please, please, please.

One at a time.

- Please, milords and gentlemen.

- But I've been waiting for hours.

This way, my man.

I'll give you five minutes.

- My time is not to be wasted.

- So I heard.

- That's why I came to you.

- Compliments are a waste of time.

I was told that

you're a man of influence

- in parliament and in the courts.

- I won't deny it.

That you can buy titles or pardons,

make men or break their enemies.

- Come to it.

- Do you know Sir Arthur Blake

of Breetholm in Wiltshire?

Aye. He gambles

on the exchange.

Well, he's my uncle...

and my enemy.

Boil me, but you've chosen

yourself a hard one.

He is also a usurper,

since his title and estates are rightfully mine...

by inheritance from my father,

Sir Godfrey Blake.

Godfrey! Aha!

Yeah, I knew Godfrey.

A buck.

What do you want of me?

Breetholm my right to it

confirmed in law.

That's simple.

Why come to me?

Because it isn't so simple. There's never been

any proof that my father was ever married.

And you believe

you have any rights?

And that isn't all. I'm wanted by the crown

for an attempted assault...

against Sir Arthur

while I was still his bonded servant.

- A hanging offense!

- I knew that when I came here.

Fry me if you're not

a buck too.

Sit down.

Now, you want to be

confirmed...

in a title and estates to which

you may have no legal right...

and to be pardoned by the king

for a hanging offense?

- Aye.

- Aye. Well, 'tis a modest request.

If you feel it's beyond your powers,

I can go to someone else.

No, keep your chair.

It might be arranged.

But, uh, it would cost...

I think more than

you can afford.

Is there enough there?

Which reminds me

that my fee will be 2,000.

I'll pay you 5,000

if you ask it.

Boil me, sir,

will you haggle with me?

When I make a price,

I hold to it.

Now I want some details.

Your father was Godfrey Blake, huh?

- And who was your mother?

- Bessie Kidder.

Yeah. Where

were you born?

In the city of Bombay in India.

My father took my mother there.

- Without a parson?

- That's what they say.

Ah, it's a hard nut, Ben.

Perhaps too hard even

for my jaws to crack.

Your enemy has the law

on his side...

which wouldn't matter a threepenny bit

if he didn't have power to go with it.

Do you understand me?

I'll have to deal

with men of his own kind

arrogant lordlings

and stuffed gowns

who'll be much more likely

to favor his case than yours.

Yeah, they'll be

against you...

because they know that 'tis only a sham

that keeps the likes of them up...

and the likes

of you down.

The sham of blood.

And the truth is, a man's a man,

whatever you name him.

Well, come back in a month.

No. No, I'll take care

of these.

Yeah, they'll be safer

with me.

You don't trust me?

Well, it seems I have no choice

since I put myself in your hands.

Fry me! You've got

a head on your shoulders!

- I'll have to have some money, though,

to pay a few debts.

- How much?

- A thousand pounds.

- Yeah.

Keep your eyes open

and your mouth shut.

Your time's up.

Get out.

Get back with ya!

You'll find him

in here, sir.

I have a pistol you made for me

many years ago.

Aye. Once I did

the best work in the shire.

Perhaps you could

repair it for me.

I've got no tools, and

there's no workbench here.

- What if you were free?

- Free? Huh!

That would take 40

40 for my offense.

God knows it was

no crime.

There's none who will

pay it for you?

One. One only.

But he's far away.

Perhaps dead.

Can you stand a shock

a surprise?

- Aye.

- You won't cry out...

but sit there just the same as though

we were still talking about the pistol?

Aye.

Is he alive?

Alive and well.

- Where is he?

- Back in England.

- Is he caught?

- No.

And he won't be.

He's right here beside you.

- Ben!

- Hush!

Listen to me.

I haven't come back a poor man.

Put your hand beside you

under your coat.

No. You're still

hiding from them.

I hope to have my freedom

in a month.

Then for a month it's enough to know that

you're alive and that you've got your gold.

If I bought myself out now,

they'd know where I got it.

Take it anyway,

just in case.

Aye, in case.

But I'll not use it till you're a free man.

- If you can stand it here.

- I've stood it these years.

I'll make these years

up to you, every minute of them.

The turnkey's coming.

If you should want me, get in touch

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