LITMIR.BIZ

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had been a bold plan. Too bold – and had come to nought. Yet for once it had not been the Dutch but their ally the Emperor of Austria himself who had forbidden it. It was said that the Emperor wished to sue for peace with the French. To treat with Louis? Cadogan, like Marlborough had been nonplussed. Certainly, now in its sixth year, this war was draining Europe dry, bathing the continent in blood. And to be sure neither of the English Generals wanted further carnage. But it was clear to any man with even the most modest military knowledge that before the French would accept any terms of armistice, a great victory must be won over them.

      Then, in July disaster had struck when General Galway’s army had been routed at Almanza in Spain and the peninsula all but lost. After Marlborough’s triumphs in the Low Countries it scarcely seemed possible. A British-led army put to flight and half its men lost or taken captive. Finally, only a week ago, the vital strategic towns of Ghent and Bruges had been taken by the French. Or, in effect, had been lost to them by the treachery of their townspeople. Here was proof surely of the rumour that the Belgian people were growing tired of the allies and their great English General and would rather revert to French rule. So now, as a consequence of their perfidy, there was a real risk of the allied army’s communications and lines of supply being cut with England.

      Cadogan broke off from his musings and spoke to one of the men at his side, a portly Colonel with an amiable, florid face: ‘Tell me, Colonel Hawkins. What think you of our predicament?’

      ‘My Lord, we are well placed to hold the French here. And, should we manage to engage them, I have no fear that we are equal to the task.’

      Cadogan nodded: ‘No, Colonel. You mistake me. I am interested in your opinion of the campaign as a whole. You are aware that the French under Vendome have placed themselves behind the Bruges canal: that in effect, despite the fact that tactically we have them, or some of them, in our sights here, strategically they are in our rear. You know too that our intelligence has it from the most reliable sources that an army under Marshal Berwick is marching to join that of Vendome.’

      ‘If that is the case, my Lord, then we must act with all possible speed to engage Vendome. For against their combined strength we would surely have little hope.’

      ‘Quite so. That is Marlborough’s intention and that, you perceive is why we are here. It is our task to hold the attention of those men over there and their Marshal until Marlborough can reach us and give battle.’

      ‘And that we shall do, Sir. The plan was well conceived. To cross the Scheldt here, above Oudenarde is such a move as only the Duke could make. This is the stuff of Blenheim and Ramillies. D’you doubt him, my Lord?’

      Cadogan frowned at him: ‘Would I ever question that man’s genius? No, Colonel Hawkins … James. Like you I am aware that in placing us here the Duke has taken position not only between the two enemy armies, but between Vendome and France itself. And yet, I am worried. Think of Ghent, James. Consider how easily it gave itself up to the French. What d’you suppose would happen if other towns should follow suit? What then if our army should find itself adrift in a hostile land with neither supply of ammunition nor provisions?’

      Hawkins, knowing the full horror of the answer, said nothing. Again, Cadogan peered across at the tiny, pale grey figures busy opposite them and knew that the moment had come to take a gamble. A gamble on which would rest the fate of the entire allied army. There was no sure way of knowing the true extent of the French presence here but something told Cadogan – an instinct born of almost twenty years of campaigning – that over that hill lay the might of France. It must be so, he reasoned. Where else might Vendome be?

      Banishing any doubts, he turned to the young officer on his left and spoke in a low, grave, emotional voice in which it was easy to detect the gentle lilt of his native Dublin: ‘Cornet Rodgers, take yourself off on a ride if you will back to the Captain General.’

      The officer nodded, awaiting his orders.

      Cadogan, frowning, thought for another moment, raised his glass to his eye once again and then dropping it quickly, turned again to the man: ‘Tell Marlborough that we’ve found them. That I’ve found Marshal Vendome, unless I am very much mistaken, and all his army. Tell the Duke that I intend to give them battle within the hour. And, Rodgers, ask his Grace with all possible politeness if he will’, he chose his words with care, ‘make haste. Oh, and if you wish to escape a scolding, take care to do so quietly. The Duke is not in the best of health a present.’

      As the watched the nervous young man ride out of sight, Cadogan turned again to Hawkins: ‘Tell me, James, have I done the right thing? Do you think Vendome is over there? You don’t suppose that what we see might be merely a detachment. A rearguard, or a recconnaissance? Could I be wrong?’

      Hawkins looked at him and smiled: ‘My Lord, there is no way of knowing whether you are wrong or right until the French show more of themselves. But in my opinion you are in the right. And more importantly you have done the right thing. You need not fear either for your honour or your reputation.’

      Cadogan shook his head: ‘I do not fear for myself, James. But for the army and for Marlborough. He has been feverish for some days now. And whatever the physical malaise I know that it is the need for battle that truly trouble troubles him. If I am mistaken; if that is not the French army over there; then we may ourselves be caught in turn …’

      He was interrupted by the arrival of a breathless Cornet of Dragoons.

      Cadogan waved him to be calm, waited while he recovered his composure and allowed the boy to speak: ‘My Lord, we have observed a body of French horse advancing down the valley. They appear to be in search of provisions. They have a great many wagons, Sir, and an escort of dragoons on foot. My General asks, should we engage them?’

      Cadogan smiled and thought for hardly a moment: ‘It’s the train, Hawkins. The train of Vendome’s army. He’s there. We have found him.’

      He turned to the Cornet: ‘Tell your General that he must engage them. Tell him to cut them up as best he can and see if he can’t take a colour if there’s one to be had and as many officers as he likes. But make sure that he leaves enough of them alive to take the news of our presence and their disgrace back to their masters.’

      This, then, was the miracle he had sought. A means of alerting the battle-hungry French to the fact that they were here. Now he would draw them out, before Vendome was able to choose to wait for Berwick and his secondary army. And then it would be too late.

      Hawkins could see it too. He smiled: ‘We have them, Sir. You were right and if I know the French they won’t be able to help themselves. They’ll want revenge for this, good and proper. And I’m willing to wager that Marshal Vendome is still at breakfast. And that when he chooses to leave his table, he’ll find half his army departed for the field, eager to regain the honour of France. Thank God.’

      ‘Yes. We must thank God, James. But you’d better start praying to him too. Remember, we have but ten thousand men to hold off ten times that number. And Marlborough still twenty miles distant.’

      ‘Oh, we’ll manage it, Sir.’

      ‘I have no doubt that we shall manage it, James. Our troops are the finest in the world. And it’s not the odds I fear. The ground too is in our favour. This battle will be all to do with timing. And the first thing we must do is to get those pontoons in place.’

      He looked hard back down the length of the column: ‘Where the devil is Harker?’

      Raising his voice, he yelled towards a group of staff officers: ‘Someone find me Colonel Harker and his damned boats.’

      He had hardly finished speaking when the first of forty ox-drawn carts heaved into view, laden with its tin-built pontoon boats and the wooden baulks that were to be nailed and lashed across them. A flushed Colonel Harker rode at its head and spurred on towards Cadogan whose nod of recognition was rewarded with a salute.

      Now it begins, thought Cadogan. In an hour the boats would be in place. Another and the French would be throwing everything they had at his little force. And then, all they would be able to do was stand and fight,

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