Sharpes Havoc   ::   Корнуэлл Бернард

„Some folk consider it essential reading,” Tongue said airily, „the story of a soul’s journey from sin to salvation, sir.”

„Just the thing to keep you burning the candles at night,” Sharpe said.

„And the hero, Christian, calls at the House Beautiful, sir”-Tongue ignored Sharpe’s sarcasm-“where he talks with four virgins.”

Hagman laughed. „Let’s get inside now, sir.”

„You’re too old for a virgin, Dan,” Sharpe said.

„Discretion,” Tongue said, „Piety, Prudence and Charity.”

„What about them?” Sharpe asked.

„Those were the names of the virgins, sir,” Tongue said.

„Bloody hell,” Sharpe said.

„Charity’s mine,” Hagman said. „Pull your collar down, sir, that’s the way.” He snipped at the black hair. „He sounds like he was a tedious old man, Mister Savage, if it was him what named the house.” Hagman stooped to maneuver the scissors over Sharpe’s high collar. „So why did the Captain leave us here, sir?” he asked.

„He wants us to look after Colonel Christopher,” Sharpe said.

„To look after Colonel Christopher,” Hagman repeated, making his disapproval evident by the slowness with which he said the words. Hagman was the oldest man in Sharpe’s troop of riflemen, a poacher from Cheshire who was a deadly shot with his Baker rifle. „So Colonel Christopher can’t look after himself now?”

„Captain Hogan left us here, Dan,” Sharpe said, „so he must think the Colonel needs us.”

„And the Captain’s a good man, sir,” Hagman said. „You can let the collar go. Almost done.”

But why had Captain Hogan left Sharpe and his riflemen behind? Sharpe wondered about that as Hagman tidied up his work. And had there been any significance in Hogan’s final injunction to keep a close eye on the Colonel? Sharpe had only met the Colonel once. Hogan had been mapping the upper reaches of the River Cavado and the Colonel and his servant had ridden out of the hills and shared a bivouac with the riflemen. Sharpe had not liked Christopher who had been supercilious and even scornful of Hogan’s work. „You map the country, Hogan,” the Colonel had said, „but I map their minds. A very complicated thing, the human mind, not simple like hills and rivers and bridges.” Beyond that statement he had not explained his presence, but just ridden on next morning. He had revealed that he was based in Oporto which, presumably, was how he had met Mrs. Savage and her daughter, and Sharpe wondered why Colonel Christopher had not persuaded the widow to leave Oporto much sooner.