"My lord!" MacDougall cried. "Will this odious charge hang over my principal's head the rest of his life, like the Sword of Damocles? Must Captain Lewrie's good name, his repute as a successful Commission Sea Officer in our Navy, be besmirched? His accusers are not present today, but… when might Mister Hugh Beauman come forth with a fresh proceeding, a new crop of witnesses, perhaps even an expanded list of charges, since the first set did not suit? A year, my lord? Two, or five, or ten?
"Captain Lewrie was, perjuriously, tried in absentia before," MacDougall said with a sly look. "Once back on Jamaica, might Mister Hugh Beauman arrange a second? From wherever he has gone? No, I say, my lord! It must end here today. Justice must be done him!"
Oh Christ, it was almost over! Don't do…! Lewrie fearfully thought; I'd known Beauman scarpered, I'd've considered it myself!
"I humbly urge you to empanel a jury of twelve men, good and true, my lord," MacDougall said with a hand on his breast. "Let them hear, and see, the facts of the matter, and determine Captain Lewrie's fate for good and all, my lord."
Some spectators cheered and huzzahed, though most made buzzing sounds of confusion and surprise; which noises covered Lewrie's groan. To the crowd in the courtroom, it had looked over and done with, and MacDougall's request seemed suicidal.
Mine arse on a band-box, Lewrie gawped to himself; he wants to show off! Got all his set-pieces, and can't abide not usin' 'em!
"Milud," Sir George Norman cried before the last of the hub-bub died down. "To proceed without my principal, my witnesses, and the use of the trial transcript, Mister Hugh Beauman might as well be tried in absentia! It would be so one-sided…"
"Sauce for the goose, sauce for the gander!" MacDougall chirped.
"Ahem!" from the Lord Justice, and some more gavelling. "There is the risk to Captain Lewrie that at some time in the future, a trial could be demanded by the plaintiff. And, though your presentation to a jury may not go much beyond your opening statements to lay charges, Sir George, if counsel for the Defence has his affidavits, witnesses… whose service may not allow them to be gathered together all in one place ever again… might even be unavailable to Captain Lewrie and some future attorney should the plaintiff in this matter decide to pursue his case on more salubrious grounds… well, they're here today. If you have no objections, Sir George, I am tempted to seat a jury and proceed. How say you, sir?"
Sir George Norman, K.C., could never admit that he'd been taken in by the seeming authority of the trial transcript from Jamaica; that the witnesses Hugh Beauman had imported might have been lying through their teeth; that he'd never looked into the makeup of the jury before MacDougall had brought it up.
There was also the honourarium to consider; his fee, which had been partly paid, and, with the Beaumans fled the country, looked like it might never be. No skin off my arse! he seemed to say to himself. He scowled in thought for a long moment, then bowed his head.
"If Mister MacDougall wishes to proceed, and the demands of the Navy would not allow his witnesses to be gathered together at a later time, then… I bow to your ruling, milud."
With voir dire objections and questioning, it took an hour for a jury to be seated; then came the opening statements. Sir George did his best, though with a "third party" distancing air. "My principal asserts that on such and such a date, Captain Alan Lewrie, with malice aforethought… witnesses at the scene of the crime asserted that… did conspire with Leftenant-Colonel Christopher Cashman, now fled the jurisdiction of King's Justice to America, to receive twelve Negroes slaves, from my principal's plantation on Portland Bight, the value of the slaves at the time twenty-five pounds apiece… ''
MacDougall ostentatiously cleaned his fingernails with a pen-knife 'til Sir George was done, then sprang to his feet like a Jack-in-the-Box.
"My lord, gentlemen of the jury, I am not quite sure whether counsel for the plaintiff has just accused Captain Lewrie of outright theft, or of the lesser charge of illegal conversion! Either way, is it believable that the value of a human being's life, the value of his short and brutal labour, so back-breaking and hideous that most perish within five years, is only worth twenty-five pounds? And if so, why did not Hugh Beauman sue in the Court of Common Pleas for three hundred pounds?"
He then encapsulated for the jury the injustice done his client at the trial on Jamaica; to which Sir George Norman made no objections… He might have been contemplating dinner, for his part was done. It was old news for the spectators, but visibly distasteful to the jury as they learned what a sham the trial in absentia had been, and the feud that had preceded it.
"Now let us proceed, gentlemen, to the root cause," MacDougall said, returning to the Defence table for a letter that his clerk, Mr. Sadler, handed him. "Here is a letter from former Leftenant-Colonel Christopher Cashman, with whom Captain Lewrie allegedly conspired. I wish you to be patient as I read this affidavit, sworn before a Justice of the Peace in Wilmington, North Carolina, in the United States, and witnessed and notarised… which affidavit has already been presented to the court and laid in evidence."
The affidavit laid out Cashman's career in both the British and East India Company armies, his return to the West Indies, his initial acceptance of slavery as a necessity to work his lands, his previous military service in conjunction with then Lieutenant Lewrie during the last year of the American Revolution, and their rencontre in the '90s, when he had been asked by the Beaumans to lead the volunteer regiment. The botched battle, Ledyard Beauman's cowardice, and the feud that followed, which led to the duel. Then…
"By this time, I was heartily sick of Jamaica, heartily sick of the Beaumans, and all their brute class, and, most especially, sick of the horrid institution of slavery, a view which I was pleasantly surprised to learn that my old friend Alan Lewrie wholeheartedly shared," MacDougall stressed, pacing urgently before the jury box as he read on. He'd sold some of his slaves off, the most troublesome and truculent, but freed the bulk of them. Then as he was selling up, after the duel, it had been Cashman who had suggested freeing some of Beauman's slaves as well.
" 'I took it upon myself to approach the field hands of Mister Hugh Beauman's plantation next to mine on Portland Bight, using one of my newly freed house servants as intermediary, hinting that those among them who wished to run and join the Royal Navy would be welcome aboard a frigate which would be off the coast in a few days. I then suggested to my fellow Abolitionist, Alan Lewrie, that, was his crew so decimated by Yellow Fever that he was in difficulties to keep her manned, there could be a round dozen eager volunteers available… ' "
Lyin' like a Turkey carpet! Lewrie flummoxed to himself in the dock; Didn't happen quite like that. A damned good lie, though!
" '… night that Proteus closed the coast, I rode down shoreward, to the edge of my property, which abutted the Beaumans' lands, and with a great deal of satisfaction, watched as the boats came ashore, a dozen young men embark into them, and was, for a time, fearful that the commotion from their parents and kinfolk, who had come down the beach with them to see them off, might awaken the overseers, for such lamentations of loss, yet joyful hosannahs of relief that some few of their fellows might gain their freedom, were hardly to be contained no matter the need for quiet and secrecy. At that moment I felt such a rush of pride that it was successfully carried off, without interruption, along with such a flood of emotion that brought tears to my eyes to see even a few young men escape the clutches of the Beaumans, and take their freedom from a life that is little better than a death sentence, that I swore at that moment that not only would I abjure from owning another human being in my life, but would work tirelessly to see slavery outlawed in all the nations of the earth, no matter what that stance personally cost me.'"