The Mountain of Gold

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Set sail for Africa in this thrilling sequel to Gentleman Captain.

When a captured Barbary pirate tells a tale of a mountain of gold deep in Africa, gentleman Captain Matthew Quinton has his doubts. But King Charles II can’t resist the chance to outstrip the Dutch with a limitless source of wealth. With the devious corsair aboard, Quinton embarks on a voyage past the edge of the map and into the African unknown. As he gets closer, and as ...

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Overview


Set sail for Africa in this thrilling sequel to Gentleman Captain.

When a captured Barbary pirate tells a tale of a mountain of gold deep in Africa, gentleman Captain Matthew Quinton has his doubts. But King Charles II can’t resist the chance to outstrip the Dutch with a limitless source of wealth. With the devious corsair aboard, Quinton embarks on a voyage past the edge of the map and into the African unknown. As he gets closer, and as sabotage attempts pile up, he begins to wonder if there is truth in the legend after all . . .

Back in England, the king has arranged a marriage between Quinton’s elder brother and a mysterious lady rumored to have murdered her previous husbands. Will Quinton be able to find the fabled mountain of gold and return home in time to protect his family?

"J. D. Davies writes with surging lyricism and surprisingly witty insight about a subject that he clearly knows through and through… These are superb books and I look forward eagerly to reading more of them."—Angus Donald, author of The Outlaw Chronicles

“Swashbuckling suspense, royal intrigue, and high seas naval action… [an] excellent series.”—Publishers Weekly

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
With swashbuckling suspense, royal intrigue, and high seas naval action, Davies’s witty second novel (following Gentleman Captain) continues the antics of audacious young Capt. Matthew Quinton. While serving King Charles II’s royal navy in 1663, Quinton captures a Muslim pirate who turns out to be an Irish renegade, and the Irishman spins a preposterous tale about a mountain of gold in Africa in a rash effort to save his life. Blinded by greed, King Charles sends Quinton, his ship, and the Irishman on a forlorn expedition to Dutch-held West Africa to find the treasure. Quinton and his men figure their expedition will provoke the expected and desired war with the Dutch, and that if the Dutch don’t kill them, then heat, disease, starvation, or angry natives will. Troubled by the king’s odd interest in his brother’s upcoming marriage to a “murderous harpy,” Quinton wonders why his own brother-in-law warns him that his mission to Africa must not succeed. Set 150 years before C.S. Forester’s Hornblower series, this rousing yarn provides enough clever foreshadowing to ensure more books in this excellent series. (Feb.)
Library Journal
Great adventures often start with the rumor of a mythical destination. This adventure, the exciting sequel to Gentleman Captain, begins when a captured Barbary pirate speaks of just such a place, a mountain of gold. Rather than hang this enemy of England, King Charles II hands him back over to the man who apprehended him, Capt. Matthew Quinton. Quinton and the pirate devise an expedition to Africa and the treasure, which the king desires for his campaign against the Dutch. Before setting sail, Quinton tries passionately to dissuade his older brother from marrying (by an arrangement of the king) a mysterious French vixen who may have killed her previous husbands. Once out to sea, the captain's mission takes on new complications that test his crew and England's reputation as a maritime power. VERDICT Davies, a noted historian on the 17th-century British navy (Pepys's Navy), captures the romance of high-seas adventure in the grand tradition of Patrick O'Brian while also vividly depicting the era's politics, battles, and tactics that shape his seasoned sea captain.—Ron Samul, New London, CT
Kirkus Reviews
Matthew Quinton, the appealing title hero of Davies' Gentleman Captain (2010), returns in this 17th-century seafaring saga on a royal assignment to find a long-rumored mountain of gold in North Africa. Can the scoundrel who swears he has seen these riches be trusted? Should his punishment for crimes against the British fleet be suspended so he can lead Quinton to the gold? Meanwhile, back in the northern British village of Ravensden, can King Charles II be trusted in promoting the marriage of Quinn's brother to a woman who is said to have murdered her two previous spouses? Told in breezy, larkish fashion, the book pits Quinn against one Brian Doyle O'Dwyer, whom he first encounters as a surviving Malta galley man calling himself Omar Ibrahim--an Irish rogue speaking Arabic with an Irish brogue. Charles, who will do anything to acquire the riches to put England on equal financial footing with the Dutch, quickly names O'Dwyer a lieutenant colonel in the Irish army. Quinn knows the search for gold has folly written all over it but is smart enough to know not to stand in the way of a king with visions of instant wealth. Numerous fact-based characters appear in the novel, including Samuel Pepys and naval and military leader Robert Holmes. Equally comfortable as a social observer, Davies thrives on the down time back in England before the big voyage, wittily describing political rivalries, adulteries and Quinn's fruitless efforts to have a baby with his Dutch wife. His encounters with pirates may be the least-interesting part of the story. A naval adventure that goes well beyond the usual outlines of the genre to paint a lively portrait of England in the 1600s.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547844275
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 2/5/2013
  • Pages: 359
  • Sales rank: 797,380
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 7.82 (h) x 0.88 (d)

Meet the Author


J. D. DAVIES was born in Llanelli, Carmarthenshire. Educated at Jesus College, Oxford, he is one of the foremost authorities on the seventeenth-century British navy and has written widely on the subject, most recently in Pepys’s Navy: Ships, Men and Warfare, 1649–1689, winner of the Samuel Pepys Award.

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The Last Trump sounded, summoning all the dead to rise again.
  This inconveniently interrupted my stimulating nocturnal activities with both the Queen of Spain and my wife in the perfumed opulence of the Khan of Samarkand’s state bedroom. A state bedroom with walls of rough oak. Walls that vanished, one by one, as a scrofulous carpenter’s crew tore them down. Perfumed fragrances that gave way in an instant to the all-pervasive stench of tar, tobacco, piss and sweat. A provocatively naked Queen of Spain replaced in the blink of a waking eye by the ugly bald pate and eternally pained face of my clerk Phineas Musk. He held a breastplate in one hand and my sword in the other.
  My thoughts and ears finally caught up with my eyes. On the deck above my head, men were running to our ship’s guns, our drummer was beating to quarters, and our trumpeters were sounding a chorus of defiance that their somnolent captain had mistaken for the harbingers of the Dies Irae. I was aware again of the heat, the ceaseless, unforgiving heat that had kept me awake until moments before my dream-time wife and the Queen of Spain began to …
  ‘Fog’s lifted,’ said Musk in his gruff Thamesman’s voice. ‘We’re right on top of a corsair galley. Another one in sight, too. Both crippled and sinking, by the looks of things, after fighting each other nigh to Hell and back. Probably fallen out with each other over some fat argosy. Mister Castle’s talking about it as the easiest prize we’ll see in all our days, if not two of ’em at once. Looks like the good Lord smiles on you once again, Captain Quinton.’
  I buckled on the sword but declined the breastplate, ignored the unceremonious disregard with which my men were throwing my worldly belongings into the hold, and made my way up onto the quarterdeck, where the full force of the morning sun struck me at once. My shirt was open to the waist. My chest, the palest dove-white at the beginning of our voyage, was now as red-brown as that of the longest serving foremast-man.
  The guns were already run out, and the ships’ boys were bringing up extra powder and shot. The trumpeter kept up his cacophony, and the drummer added a persistent rhythm to our preparation for war. Everywhere, men wore the grim smiles that anticipated bloodshed and prize money, with little heed of the possibility that they might be on the cusp of their own mortalities.
  The Wessex was ready for battle, and only her captain remained ignorant of her enemy.
  William Castle, my veteran lieutenant, raised his plumed hat in salute. He was even more jovial than was his wont, this round, red-faced man of forty or so whose left hand had been carried away by a Spanish shot when Myngs took Santiago da Cuba a few years before. He said, ‘A good day to you, Captain. A very good day indeed, by all the heavens. We come out of that dismal fog, and straight away there she lies, right in our path. If ever a man needed proof of God’s divine providence, there it is, sir.’
  I turned and looked out no more than half a mile. There, off our starboard bow, was the galley. Not a large one – perhaps thirty oars on each side – but she was in a dire state. Her masts were all gone, and much of her larboard quarter with them. Perhaps half the oars on that side were shattered or missing altogether. Dark stains, some still discernibly red, marked her hull: the blood of the godly slaves who had manned her oars, and equally of the heathens who had whipped them into battle. Blood mixed once and for all in the indiscriminate ooze of death. A torn black flag still flew defiantly at her staff, and I could hear the howls of a few of her crew, still determined to give a feeble imitation of the terrifying noise that brought not a few of our merchants’ ships to surrender before they had even engaged. Plainly, these men had fought long and hard, and they might have won their passage back to Algier or Tunis, but for the leaks that would surely sink them long before they got there – that, and coming out of a fog to find themselves directly in the path of the Wessex, a good stout English frigate of forty-six guns commanded by Captain Matthew Quinton, who despite his tender twenty-three years was already in his third command, a veteran of battle, wounding and shipwreck, and an increasingly consummate seaman. Or so he liked to believe.
  I took my telescope from Musk and levelled it on the second galley, perhaps a mile and a half or two miles away. This one, much larger, was almost as dreadfully shattered, but still had a jury mast for her lateen rig – terms I had learned barely a month earlier – and rode a little higher in the water. Her flag, too, still flew from her staff, but it was of a very different nature to the black banner of the corsair in our path. On a red field, riddled with musket holes, was emblazoned a white or silver cross, its ends pointed.
  I lowered the telescope and said, ‘A galley of Malta, gentlemen. She flies the flag of the Order.’
  There was a hum of disappointment about the deck (some of it emanating from Phineas Musk) as men realised that a Maltese galley would be no prize for a Christian ship of war; quite the reverse, in fact. The galleys and knights of the Order of Saint John of Malta were legend. A hundred years before, the tiny, barren island fortress of the Knights had beaten off the greatest siege the world had known, and with it the vast and previously invincible armies of Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent. The Order waged an unending war against the heathens who fought under the Crescent. So I knew the legend of the Knights of Malta, and I respected those who maintained its ideal; indeed, but a week earlier we had fulsomely saluted two of the Order’s galleys that we encountered off Sicily. But the Maltese galley was much further away than the Wessex from the enemy that she had evidently fought almost to destruction. Her own damage meant that it would be an hour or more before she could come up with the corsair, if she ever did – for the corsair could sink, or make good its repairs and escape, or blow itself up rather than fall into the hands of the infidel. I had heard of such things.
  One thing for it, then.
  The gazes of Lieutenant Castle, Phineas Musk, the half-dozen other men on the quarterdeck, and not a few of the men at the guns on the upper deck, were focused intently on me. There was Martin Lanherne, ship’s coxswain, and behind him his fellow Cornishmen, the likes of the simian John Treninnick, the mountainous George Polzeath and the minute but formidable John Tremar. Then there was the black Virginian Julian Carvell and the young Scot Macferran. All of their faces were lined with undisguised, brazen avarice. These men had served in my previous command, the frigate Jupiter, and had volunteered to sail with me again, even though that last commission had come perilously close to despatching us all to the seat of judgment. Only my young friend and mentor Kit Farrell was missing, for he was bound to the Barbados as master’s mate on a large London vessel with a sure cargo of tobacco waiting to be brought home, and was thus guaranteed rather more substantial pay than he could expect in the same rank aboard the Wessex.
  At last, I smiled and said, ‘Our prize, I think, Mister Castle. A shot across her bows, if you please, followed by a summons to surrender.’
  Rarely in the history of the navy can an order have been carried out with such rapidity and ill-concealed delight.

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  • Posted May 11, 2012

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    J. D. Davies’ second novel, THE MOUNTAIN OF GOLD, is a dec

    J. D. Davies’ second novel, THE MOUNTAIN OF GOLD, is a decent sequel to his first book, “A Gentleman Captain.”
    In this second work, Captain Matthew Quinton is back, this time serving as commanding first the king’s warship Wessex and then the brand new Seraph. No longer a rookie seamen, Quinton has a more confident demeanor on the open sea than before, yet is still humble enough to know that he needs to learn more.
    While operating in Africa, his ship captures an Arab pirate who by law should go to the gallows. However, the pirate tells a tale of a mountain of gold, something that would make England’s king rich and allow him to fund his many military conquests. When the king gets wind of this, he sends Quinton and a small group of ships to find this mountain and bring it home for England’s glory.
    For the most part, this book is consistent in story and style with GENTLEMAN CAPTAIN, including the use of period grammar, language, and descriptions. The author is obviously very knowledgeable regarding the period and the NAVY. I noticed a bit more dialogue and a bit less combat in this effort, but there was significant drama and action outside of combat, seasoned with no small amount of humor, which kept the story moving.
    Entertaining story, and a must read for those who already read the first book. Will be a hit with anyone interested in stories of the old “sailing” navies.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2013

    boring read

    too boring

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  • Posted August 23, 2013

    This an entertaining novel. However; Mr. Davies is trying too ha

    This an entertaining novel. However; Mr. Davies is trying too hard to imitate Patrick O'Brian. Having read and enjoyed
    all of Mr. O'Brian's works I feel Mr. Davies does not measure up. Perhaps he needs to work up his own style. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2013

    A little slow

    It seemed to take a long time to get to a "leaves you wondering" ending.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2013

    Katy

    Sighs. Silently crying.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2012

    Excellent second novel, with interesting plot and good character

    Excellent second novel, with interesting plot and good character development. As Quinton is developing as a ships captain, the books become more and more enjoyable.

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