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Sharpes Gold :: Корнуэлл Бернард
Страница: 172 из 179He had been weeping at the death and destruction, the swath that had gone through his town and his hopes.
'How?
There were answers offered by the staff officers with Cox, good answers, and they told the Brigadier of the French shells that had landed just before the explosion. The officers looked over the wall at the massing crowd of Frenchmen who had come to stare at the giant breach in the town's defences, and at the pall of smoke, as men might watch a once-proud King on his deathbed.
'A shell, one of the officers told Cox. 'It must have set off the small ammunition.
'Oh, God. Cox was close to tears. 'We should have had a magazine.
Cox tried to stiffen his will to go on fighting, but they all knew it was done. There was no ammunition left, nothing to fight with, and the French would understand. There would be no unpleasantness; the surrender would be discussed in a civilized way, and Cox tried to stave it off, tried to find hope in the smoke-filled air, but finally agreed.
'Tomorrow, gentlemen, tomorrow. We fly the flag one more night. He pushed his way through the group and saw Sharpe and Lossow waiting. 'Sharpe. Lossow. Thank God you're alive. So many gone.
'Yes, sir.
Cox was biting back tears. 'So many. Sharpe wondered if Tom Garrard had survived. Cox noticed the blood on the Rifleman's uniform. 'You're wounded?
'No, sir. I'm all right. Permission to leave, sir?
Cox nodded, an automatic reaction. The gold was forgotten in the horror of the lost war.
Sharpe plucked Lossow's sleeve. 'Come on.
At the bottom of the ramp, a puzzled look on his face, Cesar Moreno waited for them. He put a hand out to stop Sharpe. 'Teresa?
Sharpe smiled, the first smile since the explosion. 'She's safe. We're leaving now.
'And Joaquim?
'Joaquim? For a second Sharpe was not certain whom Teresa's father was talking about, and then he remembered the fight on the rooftop. 'He's dead.
'And this? Cesar Moreno's hand was still on Sharpe's sleeve as he looked round the destruction.
'An accident.
Moreno looked at him and shrugged. 'Half our men are dead.
There was nothing Sharpe could say. Lossow broke in. 'The horses?
Moreno looked at him and shrugged. 'They were not in the house that collapsed. They're all right.
'We'll use them! The German went ahead and Moreno checked Sharpe with a hand.
'She'll take over, I suppose.
The Rifleman nodded. 'Probably. She can fight.
Moreno gave a rueful smile. 'She knows whose side to be on.
'How?
There were answers offered by the staff officers with Cox, good answers, and they told the Brigadier of the French shells that had landed just before the explosion. The officers looked over the wall at the massing crowd of Frenchmen who had come to stare at the giant breach in the town's defences, and at the pall of smoke, as men might watch a once-proud King on his deathbed.
'A shell, one of the officers told Cox. 'It must have set off the small ammunition.
'Oh, God. Cox was close to tears. 'We should have had a magazine.
Cox tried to stiffen his will to go on fighting, but they all knew it was done. There was no ammunition left, nothing to fight with, and the French would understand. There would be no unpleasantness; the surrender would be discussed in a civilized way, and Cox tried to stave it off, tried to find hope in the smoke-filled air, but finally agreed.
'Tomorrow, gentlemen, tomorrow. We fly the flag one more night. He pushed his way through the group and saw Sharpe and Lossow waiting. 'Sharpe. Lossow. Thank God you're alive. So many gone.
'Yes, sir.
Cox was biting back tears. 'So many. Sharpe wondered if Tom Garrard had survived. Cox noticed the blood on the Rifleman's uniform. 'You're wounded?
'No, sir. I'm all right. Permission to leave, sir?
Cox nodded, an automatic reaction. The gold was forgotten in the horror of the lost war.
Sharpe plucked Lossow's sleeve. 'Come on.
At the bottom of the ramp, a puzzled look on his face, Cesar Moreno waited for them. He put a hand out to stop Sharpe. 'Teresa?
Sharpe smiled, the first smile since the explosion. 'She's safe. We're leaving now.
'And Joaquim?
'Joaquim? For a second Sharpe was not certain whom Teresa's father was talking about, and then he remembered the fight on the rooftop. 'He's dead.
'And this? Cesar Moreno's hand was still on Sharpe's sleeve as he looked round the destruction.
'An accident.
Moreno looked at him and shrugged. 'Half our men are dead.
There was nothing Sharpe could say. Lossow broke in. 'The horses?
Moreno looked at him and shrugged. 'They were not in the house that collapsed. They're all right.
'We'll use them! The German went ahead and Moreno checked Sharpe with a hand.
'She'll take over, I suppose.
The Rifleman nodded. 'Probably. She can fight.
Moreno gave a rueful smile. 'She knows whose side to be on.