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Sharpes Gold :: Корнуэлл Бернард
Страница: 15 из 179Sharpe was glad there were no provosts in the room so at least he would not have to grovel in front of the General, but even so he felt apprehensive of this quiet man's anger and he watched, cautiously, as the quill pen was laid down and the expressionless eyes looked up at him. There was no recognition in them.
'Did you threaten Lieutenant Ayres with a rifle, Captain Sharpe? There was the faintest stress on the 'Captain'.
'Yes, sir.
Wellington nodded. He looked tired. He stood up and moved to the window, peering through as though expecting something. There was silence in the room, broken only by the jingle of chains and rumbling of wheels as a battery of artillery drove by in the street. It struck Sharpe that the General was on edge. Wellington turned back to him.
'Do you know, Captain Sharpe, the damage it does our cause if our soldiers thieve or rape? His voice was scathingly quiet.
'Yes, sir.
'I hope you do, Captain Sharpe, I hope you do. He sat down again. 'Our enemies are encouraged to steal because that is the only way they can be fed. The result is that they are hated wherever they march. I spend money — my God, how much money — on providing rations and transport and buying food from the populace so that our soldiers have no need to steal. We do this so they will be welcomed by the local people and helped by them. Do you understand?
Sharpe wished the lecture would end. 'Yes, sir.
There was suddenly a strange noise overhead, a shuffling and rattling, and Wellington's eyes shot to the ceiling as if he could read what the noise might mean. It occurred to Sharpe that the telegraph was working, the inflated bladders running up and down the ropes, bringing a coded message from the troops facing the French. The General listened for a few seconds, then dropped his face to Sharpe again. 'Your gazette has not yet been ratified.
There were few things the General could have said more calculated to worry Sharpe. Officially he was still a Lieutenant, only a Lieutenant, and his Captaincy had been awarded by a gazette from Wellington a year ago. If the Horse Guards in Whitehall did not approve, and he knew they usually rejected such irregular promotions, then he was soon to be a Lieutenant again. He said nothing as Wellington watched him. If this were a warning shot, then he would take it in silence.
The General sighed, picked up a piece of paper, put it down again. 'The soldier has been punished?
'Yes, sir. He thought of Batten, winded, on the ground.
'Then do not, pray, let it happen again. Not even, Captain Sharpe, to wild chickens.
'Did you threaten Lieutenant Ayres with a rifle, Captain Sharpe? There was the faintest stress on the 'Captain'.
'Yes, sir.
Wellington nodded. He looked tired. He stood up and moved to the window, peering through as though expecting something. There was silence in the room, broken only by the jingle of chains and rumbling of wheels as a battery of artillery drove by in the street. It struck Sharpe that the General was on edge. Wellington turned back to him.
'Do you know, Captain Sharpe, the damage it does our cause if our soldiers thieve or rape? His voice was scathingly quiet.
'Yes, sir.
'I hope you do, Captain Sharpe, I hope you do. He sat down again. 'Our enemies are encouraged to steal because that is the only way they can be fed. The result is that they are hated wherever they march. I spend money — my God, how much money — on providing rations and transport and buying food from the populace so that our soldiers have no need to steal. We do this so they will be welcomed by the local people and helped by them. Do you understand?
Sharpe wished the lecture would end. 'Yes, sir.
There was suddenly a strange noise overhead, a shuffling and rattling, and Wellington's eyes shot to the ceiling as if he could read what the noise might mean. It occurred to Sharpe that the telegraph was working, the inflated bladders running up and down the ropes, bringing a coded message from the troops facing the French. The General listened for a few seconds, then dropped his face to Sharpe again. 'Your gazette has not yet been ratified.
There were few things the General could have said more calculated to worry Sharpe. Officially he was still a Lieutenant, only a Lieutenant, and his Captaincy had been awarded by a gazette from Wellington a year ago. If the Horse Guards in Whitehall did not approve, and he knew they usually rejected such irregular promotions, then he was soon to be a Lieutenant again. He said nothing as Wellington watched him. If this were a warning shot, then he would take it in silence.
The General sighed, picked up a piece of paper, put it down again. 'The soldier has been punished?
'Yes, sir. He thought of Batten, winded, on the ground.
'Then do not, pray, let it happen again. Not even, Captain Sharpe, to wild chickens.