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Sharpes Havoc :: Корнуэлл Бернард
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„The devil will get them in the end, senhor,” the servant answered.
„Sometimes mere men have to do the devil’s business,” Christopher said. He drew a small telescope from his pocket and trained it on the far hills. „In the next few days,” he said, still gazing through the glass, „you will see some things that will surprise you.”
„If you say so, senhor,” the servant answered.
„But ‘there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’”
„If you say so, senhor,” the servant repeated, wondering why the English officer called him Horatio when his name was Luis, but he thought it was probably better not to ask. Luis had been a barber in Lisbon where he had sometimes cut the hair of men from the British embassy and it had been those men who had recommended him as a reliable servant to Christopher who paid him good wages in real gold, English gold, and if the English were mad and got names wrong they still made the best coinage in the world, which meant that Colonel Christopher could call Luis whatever he wanted so long as he went on paying him thick guineas embossed with the figure of Saint George slaying the dragon.
Christopher was looking for any sign of a French pursuit, but his telescope was small, old and had a scratched lens and he could see very little better with it than without it. He was meaning to buy another, but he never had the opportunity. He collapsed the glass, put it in his saddle pouch and took out a fresh toothpick that he thrust between his teeth. „Onwards,” he said brusquely, and he led the servant through the wood, across the hill’s crest and down to a large farmhouse.
„The devil will get them in the end, senhor,” the servant answered.
„Sometimes mere men have to do the devil’s business,” Christopher said. He drew a small telescope from his pocket and trained it on the far hills. „In the next few days,” he said, still gazing through the glass, „you will see some things that will surprise you.”
„If you say so, senhor,” the servant answered.
„But ‘there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’”
„If you say so, senhor,” the servant repeated, wondering why the English officer called him Horatio when his name was Luis, but he thought it was probably better not to ask. Luis had been a barber in Lisbon where he had sometimes cut the hair of men from the British embassy and it had been those men who had recommended him as a reliable servant to Christopher who paid him good wages in real gold, English gold, and if the English were mad and got names wrong they still made the best coinage in the world, which meant that Colonel Christopher could call Luis whatever he wanted so long as he went on paying him thick guineas embossed with the figure of Saint George slaying the dragon.
Christopher was looking for any sign of a French pursuit, but his telescope was small, old and had a scratched lens and he could see very little better with it than without it. He was meaning to buy another, but he never had the opportunity. He collapsed the glass, put it in his saddle pouch and took out a fresh toothpick that he thrust between his teeth. „Onwards,” he said brusquely, and he led the servant through the wood, across the hill’s crest and down to a large farmhouse.