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Sharpe’s Battle: The Battle of Fuentes de Oñoro, May 1811. Bernard Cornwell
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isbn 9780007339525
Автор произведения Bernard Cornwell
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Издательство HarperCollins
‘If necessary,’ Kiely said seriously. He had been staring east into enemy-held country, but now looked Sharpe in the eye. ‘If necessary,’ he said again, ‘yes.’
Sharpe gazed at the dissolute, ravaged young face. ‘You’re mad, my Lord.’
Kiely did not take offence at the accusation. ‘Would you call Roland’s defence of Roncesvalles the suicide of a madman? Did Leonidas’s Spartans do nothing but throw away their lives in a fit of imbecility? What about your own Sir Richard Grenville? Was he just mad? Sometimes, Sharpe, a great name and undying fame can only come from a grand gesture.’ He pointed at the far hills. ‘There are three hundred thousand Frenchmen over there, and how many British here? Thirty thousand? The war is lost, Sharpe, it is lost. A great Christian kingdom is going down to mediocrity, and all because of a Corsican upstart. All the glory and the valour and the splendour of a royal world are about to become commonplace and tawdry. All the nasty, mean things – republicanism, democracy, equality – are crawling into the light and claiming that they can replace a lineage of great kings. We are seeing the end of history, Sharpe, and the beginnings of chaos, but maybe, just maybe, King Ferdinand’s household guard can bring the curtain down with one last act of shining glory.’ For a few seconds the drunken Kiely had betrayed his younger, nobler self. ‘That’s why we’re here, Sharpe, to make a story that will still be told when men have forgotten the very name of Bonaparte.’
‘Christ,’ Sharpe said, ‘no wonder your boys are deserting. Jesus! I would too. If I take a man into battle, my Lord, I like to offer him a better than evens chance that he’ll march away with his skin intact. If I wanted to kill the buggers I’d just strangle them in their sleep. It’s kinder.’ He turned and watched the Real Compañía Irlandesa. The men were taking it in turns to use the forty or so serviceable muskets and, with a handful of exceptions, they were virtually useless. A good soldier could shoot a smoothbore musket every twenty seconds, but these men were lucky to get a shot away every forty seconds. The guards had spent too long wearing powdered wigs and standing outside gilded doors, and not long enough learning the simple habits of priming, ramming, firing and loading. ‘But I’ll train them,’ Sharpe said when the echo of another straggling volley had faded across the fort, ‘and I’ll stop the buggers deserting.’ He knew he was undermining Hogan’s stratagem, but Sharpe liked the rank and file of the Real Compañía Irlandesa. They were soldiers like any others, not so well trained maybe, and with more confused loyalties than most, but the majority of the men were willing enough. There was no mischief there, and it cut against Sharpe’s grain to betray good men. He wanted to train them. He wanted to make the company into a unit of which any army could be proud.
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