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He scowled at Sharpe, thentwitched his reins to take his horse back towards the battalion's colours. "I'll speak for you, Sharpe."
"Thank you, sir," Sharpe said.
"Won't help you," Craufurd said curtly, "but I'll try." He watched the nearest French cavalry move away. "I think the buggers are looking for other meat," he called to the Portuguese battalion's Colonel. "Let's march on. Should be back in the lines for luncheon. Day to you, Sharpe."
The Seventh Division had long reached the safety of the plateau and now the leading battalions of the Light Division climbed the slope under the protection of British artillery. The British and German cavalry, that had charged again and again to hold off the hordes of French horsemen, now walked their weary and wounded horses up the hill where riflemen with dried mouths and bruised shoulders and fouled rifle barrels trudged towards safety. The French horsemen could only watch their enemy march away and wonder why in over three miles of pursuit across country made by God for cavalrymen they had not managed to break one single battalion. They had succeeded in catching and killing a handful of redcoat skirmishers in the open land at the bottom of the ridge, but the overall price of the morning's fight had been dozens of dead troopers and scores of butchered horses.
The last of the Light Division columns climbed the hill beneath its colours where bands played to greet the battalion's return. The British army that had been so dangerously divided was now whole again, but it was still cut off from home and it still faced the larger of the two French attacks.
For in Fuentes de Onoro, whose streets were already choked with blood, a whole new French attack was following the drums.
Marshal Massйna felt annoyance as he watched the two parts of the enemy's army recombine. Good God, he had sent two divisions of infantry and all his cavalry and still they had let the enemy slip away! But at least all the British and Portuguese forces were now cut off from their retreat across the Coa so that now, when they were defeated, the whole of Wellington's army must try to find safety in the wild hills and deep gorges of the high borderland. It would be a massacre. The cavalry which had frittered away the morning so uselessly would hunt the survivors through the hills, and all that was needed to begin that wild and slaughterous chase was for Massйna's infantry to break through the last defences above Fuentes de Onoro.
The French now held the village and the graveyard.
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