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May I say I'm glad that I am not your enemy, Richard?' Sir William smiled very slowly, understanding. 'And why, in the name of God, do you want to serve under Girdwood?' Lawford blew a long stream of cigar smoke as he watched Sharpe. She stared fearfully towards the bottom of the staircase. His niece, dressed in her simple blue country dress, was coming down the Prince Regent's stairs on the arm of the man Sir Henry hated most in all the world. Men, stamping their boots and slapping their mittened hands against the cold, stared northwards at the heaped hills that were rocky, precipitous, and held by the enemy.īut Sir Henry Simmerson, who had just handed his cloak to a servant, did not have the same sense. Smoke, like wisps of morning mist, drifted from the steep hillsides where troops brewed tea or cleared their muskets of an overnight charge. Lord Fenner saw Sharpe and stepped back so that he would not be forced to recognise his enemy.ĭawn showed a landscape whitened by frost and slashed by dark valleys. The defeated, knowing that the next day they would buy themselves out of scandal, and eager to stop the smallest rumours from sullying their reputation, had decided to brazen this night out. The straps of their packs had chafed through the wet uniforms, their boots were filled with water, and the sergeants had threatened to crucify any man who let his powder get wet. They were in an army that had fought and struggled since 1793 to cross this frontier, but they were too tired to raise a cheer. One moment they were in Spain, and the next the word went through the ranks that they had entered the land of the enemy. Somewhere in that land of fogs and rains and lightning and night-howling cold, they had crossed into France. 'Bit slower with their muskets and a bit nippier on their feet, but that's all.
'Just like us.' Harper sipped his tea and thought about it. Then, with his bride on his arm and his sword at his side, he went into the night. Sir Henry stared at them, and Sharpe, in the same loud voice, spoke two brief words that, though much used in Britain's army, were rarely heard in Carlton House. The rest of the Light Company, because of its ugliness and cowardice, called the dog Boney. It proved to be a coward against all other dogs, but devoted to its new master, who had tried to christen it Buttons. It was a mongrel of startling ugliness, with one ear missing and a tail shortened by a fight. Weller, landing at Pasajes in early October, had adopted the first stray dog that he found.