The French Prize
“They did not have the opportunity to see one another as much as either man might have liked, but theirs was the sort of friendship that would not suffer because of it. They could sit by a fire, or by a bay window overlooking the street, drinks in hand, and their conversation would take up as if they had been apart only long enough for one of them to use the necessary.
“Well, Isaac,” Ezra said, settling himself in a heavy upholstered chair in Isaac’s parlor. Isaac sat in its mate, and between th...em stood the gaming table, which now held a decanter and glasses rather than cards or dice. “You are in the vortex of power now, how does it feel?”
“Ha!” said Isaac, filling the glasses. “Exhausting. Sessions, committees, salons, dear Lord it never ends. The bickering, I’d like to knock them all on their heads.”
“Commanding a ship ain’t the best way to learn to navigate these waters, I reckon,” Ezra said. “Not a great deal of negotiating and, ‘If you please, sir,’ when you’re on your own quarterdeck.”MoreLess
“Well, Isaac,” Ezra said, settling himself in a heavy upholstered chair in Isaac’s parlor. Isaac sat in its mate, and between th...em stood the gaming table, which now held a decanter and glasses rather than cards or dice. “You are in the vortex of power now, how does it feel?”
“Ha!” said Isaac, filling the glasses. “Exhausting. Sessions, committees, salons, dear Lord it never ends. The bickering, I’d like to knock them all on their heads.”
“Commanding a ship ain’t the best way to learn to navigate these waters, I reckon,” Ezra said. “Not a great deal of negotiating and, ‘If you please, sir,’ when you’re on your own quarterdeck.”MoreLess
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