Upon this very early retirement he was granted a knighthood to compensate, but without the career he has spent his life working for, Harry is lost and wandering without a purpose.
He lives in the family home of Woodbyne Abbey, which is falling down around his ears. He just cannot seem to put his mind to getting the roof fixed or the drafty windows mended. His life is stuck in one spot and, in fact, he is sometimes not entirely sure he's alive. He certainly knows he shouldn't be.
* * * *
Since he
barely knew what he might do from one day to the next, his mind having sudden,
unpredictable spasms and memory losses, Harry had decided to avoid Society as
much as possible. After the blow to his head at the Battle of Grand Port in
1810, the Naval doctors could not explain how Harry was still alive. The
experts all had different theories, but no solid explanations. Once recovered,
he had returned to sea and calmly resumed his career with a new command. But
two years later he was shipwrecked. Believed gone for good this time, a
memorial stone was raised, his house was shut up, and sailors from Plymouth to
Botany Bay raised a toast to "Dead Harry".
The world
was confounded once again, when it turned out that he had survived twenty-eight
months on a tropical island. Rescued, shaved and respectably attired once more,
it was expected that he could pick things up as he had before, but Harry was
changed. A great many things that had not concerned him in the past, now drew
his mind and attention away from those matters considered important by others. After
so long alone on that island with nothing but his own company, he had grown
accustomed to peace and the tranquility of internal musing. He could sit for
hours pondering the arrangement of stars in the sky, or the slow burn of a log
in his fire. Worst of all— an even stranger development— he suddenly felt no
desire to fire a gun or a cannon at anybody.
* * * *
And so, having died twice, Harry feels as if his life has taken on the surreal tenor of one existing on borrowed time.
"When a man's obituary has been printed in the newspaper not once but twice, as he'd remarked to his aunt, one had a tendency, if not a duty, to believe it."
Read more about Harry and all the people trying to "fix" him in THE TROUBLE WITH HIS LORDSHIP'S TROUSERS. Out now from all online booksellers!
Jayne
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