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Sharpes Sword :: Корнуэлл Бернард
Страница: 183 из 213So many people in England would be going to bed and they would be quite ignorant that at tea-time the Third Division had smashed the French left, and that bythe time the bone china was cleared away the French had lost a quarter of their army. In a few days, though, the bells would ring out in all the villages and parsons would give thanks to God as though the deity were some kind of superior General of Division. The squires would pay for hogsheads of beer and make speeches about the Tyrant Broken by Honest Englishmen. There would be a fresh crop of plaques in the churches, for those who could afford it, but on the whole England would not show much gratitude for the men who had done their bit this day. Then he remembered what Spears had said. “Given her the pox‘, ”done my bit for England’ and Sharpe was suddenly cold inside. Spears knew she was French and he had betrayed it because he could not resist the joke. Sharpe kept his voice calm. “How long have you known about her?”
Spears twisted to look at him. “You know?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus. The things people say in bed.” He wiped blood off his cheek.
Sharpe stared into the darkness. “How long have you known.”
Spears tossed his cigar down the slope. “A month.”
“Did you tell Hogan?”
There was a pause. Sharpe looked at Spears. The cavalryman was watching him, conscious suddenly that he had said too much. Slowly, Spears nodded. “Of course I did.” He smiled suddenly. “How many do you think died today?”
Sharpe did not reply. He knew Spears was lying. Hogan had only discovered that La Marquesa was once Helene Leroux yesterday. Curtis had received the letter in the morning, seen Hogan in the afternoon, and then come to Sharpe. Spears had never told Hogan, nor did Spears know that Curtis had seen Sharpe. “How did you find out?”
“It doesn’t matter, Richard.”
“It does.”
There was a flash of anger in Spears. “I’m a bloody Exploring Officer, remember? It’s my job to find things out.”
“And to tell Hogan. You didn’t.”
Spears breathed heavily. He watched Sharpe, then shook his head. His voice was weary. “Christ! It doesn’t matter now.”
Sharpe stood up, tall against the night sky, and he hated what he had to do, but it did matter now, whatever Spears thought. The sword hissed out of the scabbard, came free, and the steel was pale in the half-moon.
Spears frowned.
Spears twisted to look at him. “You know?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus. The things people say in bed.” He wiped blood off his cheek.
Sharpe stared into the darkness. “How long have you known.”
Spears tossed his cigar down the slope. “A month.”
“Did you tell Hogan?”
There was a pause. Sharpe looked at Spears. The cavalryman was watching him, conscious suddenly that he had said too much. Slowly, Spears nodded. “Of course I did.” He smiled suddenly. “How many do you think died today?”
Sharpe did not reply. He knew Spears was lying. Hogan had only discovered that La Marquesa was once Helene Leroux yesterday. Curtis had received the letter in the morning, seen Hogan in the afternoon, and then come to Sharpe. Spears had never told Hogan, nor did Spears know that Curtis had seen Sharpe. “How did you find out?”
“It doesn’t matter, Richard.”
“It does.”
There was a flash of anger in Spears. “I’m a bloody Exploring Officer, remember? It’s my job to find things out.”
“And to tell Hogan. You didn’t.”
Spears breathed heavily. He watched Sharpe, then shook his head. His voice was weary. “Christ! It doesn’t matter now.”
Sharpe stood up, tall against the night sky, and he hated what he had to do, but it did matter now, whatever Spears thought. The sword hissed out of the scabbard, came free, and the steel was pale in the half-moon.
Spears frowned.