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Sharpes Siege :: Корнуэлл Бернард
Страница: 46 из 223You understand?”
Sharpe containedhis fury. “A ruse, sir?”
“We didn’t want enemy agents in St Jean de Luz to suspect our plans. They’ll have reported sick Marines and a tiny force of soldiery; scarce sufficient to round up a herd of sheep, let alone march on Bordeaux, eh?” Bampfylde saw Sharpe’s disbelief and smiled at it. “I’ve got more Marines afloat, Sharpe, if they’re needed.”
“To capture Bordeaux?” Sharpe’s voice was mocking.
“If Maquereau says it can be done, then we shall. He’s riding direct to Bordeaux, Sharpe. A brave fellow, what? Your advice will be invaluable, of course, but Maquereau will be the judge of failure or success.” Bampfylde, on the brink of his triumph, was trying hard to be affable.
“Maquereau, sir?”
“Ah, the Comte de Maquerre. You mustn’t use his nickname, Sharpe, it’s not polite.” Bampfylde laughed. “But you’re on the verge of great events, Major. You’ll be grateful for this opportunity.”
Sharpe’s gratitude was lost in anger. Bampfylde had lied consistently. He had wanted Sharpe and the Riflemen for his dreams of glory, and now, on a cold French beach, Sharpe was exposed to the madness against which Elphinstone had warned him. “I thought, sir, that the decision about Bordeaux was my responsibility.”
“And we’ve spared you that decision, Major. You can’t deny that de Maquerre will be a more cogent’ witness?” Bampfylde paused, sensing Sharpe’s anger. “Naturally I shall take your advice, Major.” Bampfylde opened the lid of his watch as if to demonstrate that Sharpe was delaying his advance. “Be back by Thursday, Major! That’s when Maquereau should bring us the good news from Bordeaux. Remember now! Speed and surprise, Major! Speed and surprise!”
Bampfylde turned away, but Sharpe called him back. “Sir! You believe the fisherman?”
Bampfylde bridled. “Is it your business, Sharpe?”
“You’ll send picquets ahead, sir?”
Bampfylde snapped his watch-lid shut. “If I wish for lessons in the operations of military forces, Major, then I shall seek them from my superiors, not my inferiors. My boats will fetch your men now, Major Sharpe, and I will bid you good day.”
Bampfylde walked away. He did not need Sharpe to capture the fort, so he would not dilute his victory by having Sharpe’s name mentioned in the despatch he would send to the Admiralty.
Sharpe containedhis fury. “A ruse, sir?”
“We didn’t want enemy agents in St Jean de Luz to suspect our plans. They’ll have reported sick Marines and a tiny force of soldiery; scarce sufficient to round up a herd of sheep, let alone march on Bordeaux, eh?” Bampfylde saw Sharpe’s disbelief and smiled at it. “I’ve got more Marines afloat, Sharpe, if they’re needed.”
“To capture Bordeaux?” Sharpe’s voice was mocking.
“If Maquereau says it can be done, then we shall. He’s riding direct to Bordeaux, Sharpe. A brave fellow, what? Your advice will be invaluable, of course, but Maquereau will be the judge of failure or success.” Bampfylde, on the brink of his triumph, was trying hard to be affable.
“Maquereau, sir?”
“Ah, the Comte de Maquerre. You mustn’t use his nickname, Sharpe, it’s not polite.” Bampfylde laughed. “But you’re on the verge of great events, Major. You’ll be grateful for this opportunity.”
Sharpe’s gratitude was lost in anger. Bampfylde had lied consistently. He had wanted Sharpe and the Riflemen for his dreams of glory, and now, on a cold French beach, Sharpe was exposed to the madness against which Elphinstone had warned him. “I thought, sir, that the decision about Bordeaux was my responsibility.”
“And we’ve spared you that decision, Major. You can’t deny that de Maquerre will be a more cogent’ witness?” Bampfylde paused, sensing Sharpe’s anger. “Naturally I shall take your advice, Major.” Bampfylde opened the lid of his watch as if to demonstrate that Sharpe was delaying his advance. “Be back by Thursday, Major! That’s when Maquereau should bring us the good news from Bordeaux. Remember now! Speed and surprise, Major! Speed and surprise!”
Bampfylde turned away, but Sharpe called him back. “Sir! You believe the fisherman?”
Bampfylde bridled. “Is it your business, Sharpe?”
“You’ll send picquets ahead, sir?”
Bampfylde snapped his watch-lid shut. “If I wish for lessons in the operations of military forces, Major, then I shall seek them from my superiors, not my inferiors. My boats will fetch your men now, Major Sharpe, and I will bid you good day.”
Bampfylde walked away. He did not need Sharpe to capture the fort, so he would not dilute his victory by having Sharpe’s name mentioned in the despatch he would send to the Admiralty.