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Sharpes Gold :: Корнуэлл Бернард
Страница: 20 из 179He pushed the thought of her away, the jealousy he had for Captain Claud Hardy, and changedthe subject.
'So what is this thing that I must bring back for the General?
Hogan leaned back. 'Nemos belli, pecuniam infinitam.
'You know I don't speak Spanish.
Hogan gave a gentle smile. 'Latin, Richard, Latin. Your education was sadly overlooked. Cicero said it: "The sinews of war are unlimited money."
'Money?
'Gold, to be precise. Bucketfuls of gold. A King's bloody ransom, my dear Richard, and we want it. No, more than we want it, we need it. Without it — He did not finish the sentence, but just shrugged instead.
'You're joking, surely!
Hogan carefully lit another candle — the light beyond the windows was fading fast — and spoke quietly. 'I wish I was. We've run out of money. You wouldn't believe it, but there it is. Eighty-five million pounds is the war budget this year — can you imagine it? — and we've run out.
'Run out?
Hogan gave another shrug. 'A new government in London, bloody English, demanding accounts. We're paying all Portugal's expenses, arming half the Spanish nation, and now we need it. He stressed the 'we'. 'It's what, I think, you would call a local embarrassment. We need some money fast, in a matter of days. We could force it out of London in a couple of months, but that will be too long. We need it now.
'And if not?
'If not, Richard, the French will be in Lisbon and not all the money in the world will make any difference. He smiled. 'So you go and get the money.
'I go and get the money. Sharpe grinned at the Irishman. 'How? Steal it?
'Shall we say "borrow"? Hogan's voice was serious. Sharpe said nothing and the Irishman sighed, leaned back. 'There is a problem, Richard, which is that the gold belongs to the Spanish government, in a manner of speaking.
'What manner?
Hogan shrugged. 'Who knows where the government is? Is it in Madrid, with the French? Or in Cadiz?
'And where's the gold? Paris?
Hogan gave a tired smile. 'Not quite that far. Two days' march. His voice became formal, reciting instructions. 'You leave tonight, march to Almeida. The crossing of the Coa is guarded by the Sixtieth; they're expecting you. In Almeida you meet Major Kearsey. From then on you are under his orders. We expect you to take no longer than one week, and should you need help, which pray God you do not, here is all you're going to get.
He pushed a piece of paper over the table. Sharpe unfolded it.
'So what is this thing that I must bring back for the General?
Hogan leaned back. 'Nemos belli, pecuniam infinitam.
'You know I don't speak Spanish.
Hogan gave a gentle smile. 'Latin, Richard, Latin. Your education was sadly overlooked. Cicero said it: "The sinews of war are unlimited money."
'Money?
'Gold, to be precise. Bucketfuls of gold. A King's bloody ransom, my dear Richard, and we want it. No, more than we want it, we need it. Without it — He did not finish the sentence, but just shrugged instead.
'You're joking, surely!
Hogan carefully lit another candle — the light beyond the windows was fading fast — and spoke quietly. 'I wish I was. We've run out of money. You wouldn't believe it, but there it is. Eighty-five million pounds is the war budget this year — can you imagine it? — and we've run out.
'Run out?
Hogan gave another shrug. 'A new government in London, bloody English, demanding accounts. We're paying all Portugal's expenses, arming half the Spanish nation, and now we need it. He stressed the 'we'. 'It's what, I think, you would call a local embarrassment. We need some money fast, in a matter of days. We could force it out of London in a couple of months, but that will be too long. We need it now.
'And if not?
'If not, Richard, the French will be in Lisbon and not all the money in the world will make any difference. He smiled. 'So you go and get the money.
'I go and get the money. Sharpe grinned at the Irishman. 'How? Steal it?
'Shall we say "borrow"? Hogan's voice was serious. Sharpe said nothing and the Irishman sighed, leaned back. 'There is a problem, Richard, which is that the gold belongs to the Spanish government, in a manner of speaking.
'What manner?
Hogan shrugged. 'Who knows where the government is? Is it in Madrid, with the French? Or in Cadiz?
'And where's the gold? Paris?
Hogan gave a tired smile. 'Not quite that far. Two days' march. His voice became formal, reciting instructions. 'You leave tonight, march to Almeida. The crossing of the Coa is guarded by the Sixtieth; they're expecting you. In Almeida you meet Major Kearsey. From then on you are under his orders. We expect you to take no longer than one week, and should you need help, which pray God you do not, here is all you're going to get.
He pushed a piece of paper over the table. Sharpe unfolded it.