Chapter 50: East India
March, 1696
Sir John Gayer, governor of the Seven Islands that were coming to be known as Bombay rubbed the sweat from his brow. It was damnably hot, even by the sea. He knew he had business to attend to, and thus fought down the urge for a stiff drink. He looked up at the men gathered around him, company men all of them, though he was beginning to suspect one of the men was from the crown, and he needed to know who.
That was why he began with the important news first. “Have any of our ships found the pirate?” The pirate in question being Henry Every who had done something so disastrous as to anger the Mughal Emperor.
Nicholas Waite, his deputy shook his head. “Unfortunately not, Sir. It seems the man knows the passages far better than our own sailors, for he continues to evade us.”
Sir John wanted to swear, the longer Every was out and about, the more pressing their need to find him to prevent a diplomatic insult to the Emperor became. “And what of the Mughals, have they found him?”
Waite shook his head. “Not as of yet. Though they did find two or three members of his crew who’d been deserted on smaller ships as a distraction.”
Sir John sighed. “Well that is some small comfort.” He paused then, as he thought it through. “Where could the man go? He cannot have passed through all the channels that we’ve put in place, and that the Emperor himself has put in place. So, where is he?”
“It is possible that he has gone to Arabia, Sir.” Waite suggested. “After all, that place is a deserted wasteland that very rarely gets any contact with the outside world. And it is not as if the Ottomans would tell us if he were there.”
“But they would tell the Emperor if he were there, given their alliance.” Sir John pointed out. “So, unless the Emperor has already found Every and is simply pretending that he has not, to make us sweat, we are still searching for him.”
Waite nodded, and another man who was on the order of command, Stephen Strutt spoke. “Should I write to the Portuguese, Sir? Perhaps getting them involved would help?”
Sir John thought on that, whilst it would make sense to do, if the Portuguese got the man first, then they’d be far more likely to benefit from Imperial gratitude. Which would make his life that much harder. “No.” he said, deciding on a solution. “We shall triple our patrols over the water we own, and work together with the Imperial fleet to ensure that Every is found and delivered.”
“Very well, Sir.” Stephen Strutt said.
Waite spoke then. “There is something else that we should perhaps take into consideration as well.”
“And what is that?” Sir John asked.
“The Emperor is ageing, our man at his court reports that he recently suffered an illness after returning from campaign. At present his sons are spread out across his empire. the son that is closest to him in location is Muhammed Muazzam, who is in the Punjab. His preferred son Azam Shah is in the east, and his third son is in Persia, whilst his fourth son is the one closest to us. That son has said that he would grant the monopoly on trade that his father denies us.” Waite said.
“So, what are you suggesting?” Sir John asked, beginning to feel uneasy.
“We take a side during the oncoming succession struggle, and ensure our man wins.” Waite said.
“That goes against company policy.” Sir John said. It was true, during the previous struggles over the succession, the Company had never once sided with one claimant or another.
“Perhaps it is time we change that, Sir.” Waite suggested. “We do not know whether Muhammed Muazzam or Azam Shah will be quite content to have us here, we know that Kam Baksh is, we would be foolish to not exploit this.”
Sir John looked at Strutt who said. “I think there is some sense in what Waite says, sir. We do need to secure our position here.”
Sir John rubbed at his face and then said. “Well we shall see what happens. The Emperor is not dead, yet. Things could change if we find the pirate.”
He could tell Waite did not agree with him, but the man still nodded. “Yes, Sir.”