Armour
The whole waterline was protected, to a variable extent. The main armour belt was ten inches thick, and ran from a point level with the forward end of "A" barbette to the after end of "Y". Armour two inches thick extended all the way from the belt to both ends of the ship. An upper belt of eight inches thickness extended above the whole length of the main belt. The after bulkhead, eight inches in thickness, ran across the ship between the after ends of the main belt. Forward there were two bulkheads; one five inches thick level with the forward end of "A" barbette, and one of four inches slightly less than halfway between this one and the stem. The strength of the decks varied in a complex fashion, dependent of the presence or absence of overlying structures. Counting from the top, the maindeck was of between 1.5 inches and 0.75 inches; the middle deck was 1.75 inches; and the lower deck was between 3 inches and 1.5 inches. The turret faces had eleven inches of armour; the barbette trunks had five to nine inches, being less where protection was already afforded by nearby structures. The conning tower had armour varying between eleven inches to eight inches, again according to the degree of protection afforded by nearby structures.
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