Back Fire and Sword
Chapters (61)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1 - Napoleon
  5. Chapter 2 - April 1805
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4 - Arthur
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6 - Napoleon
  10. Chapter 7 - Paris, September 1805
  11. Chapter 8 - Strasbourg, 24 September 1805
  12. Chapter 9 - Ulm, 16 October 1805
  13. Chapter 10 - Arthur
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13 - Napoleon
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15 - Austerlitz, 2 December 1805
  19. Chapter 16 - Arthur
  20. Chapter 17 - Hastings, February 1806
  21. Chapter 18 - Dublin, April 1806
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20 - Napoleon
  24. Chapter 21 - Bamberg, 7 October 1806
  25. Chapter 22 - Jena, 13 October 1806
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24 - Warsaw, January 1807
  28. Chapter 25 - Eylau, 8 February 1807
  29. Chapter 26 - Arthur
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28 - Dublin, April 1807
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31 - Napoleon
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34 - Arthur
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38 - Napoleon
  42. Chapter 39 - Pamplona, February 1808
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42 - Arthur
  46. Chapter 43 - Mondego Bay, Portugal, 30 July 1808
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47 - Napoleon
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50 - Arthur
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52 - Napoleon
  56. Chapter 53 - Arthur
  57. Chapter 54 - Napoleon
  58. Chapter 55 - Arthur
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Author’s Note

Kitty looked at him with large sorrowful eyes.‘So long? I don’t think I could bear it.’

‘Of course you can, my dear,’ Arthur said smoothly.‘You will need to take charge of the household in my absence. It will be good practice for you.’

‘Practice for what?’

‘Ah.’ Arthur paused and cursed his tongue. ‘It is possible that I may be required to serve in the army again at some time. In which case, we may be separated for a while. Naturally, I could not fight well for my country if I was concerned that you were not coping with running the family’s affairs and seeing to the upkeep of the household. So it would be wise to treat this trip to London as a chance for you to get some experience of managing without me. I’m certain that you will make a fine job of it, Kitty, my dear.’

‘I will try to,’ she replied softly. ‘But do come back to me, to your son, as soon as you can.’

‘I will endeavour to do so with all my might,’ Arthur replied, forcing a smile.

It felt good to be back in London again, even though it had only been a matter of months since he had departed for Dublin. The streets, the coffee houses and the halls of Parliament itself were buzzing with news from Europe. With the coming of spring the French Emperor had renewed his campaign in the east and was marching towards the Russian armies in pursuit of a decisive battle. Few people in London seemed to doubt that he would achieve it. For his part Arthur was not so convinced. It all depended on how far Bonaparte was prepared to advance from his supply depots. If the Russians laid waste to the countryside behind them, then the French army must starve the further east it advanced. In time the Russians could pick their ground and turn on the tired, hungry and demoralised remains of the Grand Army. At least, that is the strategy that should be employed, Arthur reflected. Whether Tsar Alexander would see things the same way was another matter.

As soon as he had returned to the house in Harley Street,Arthur sent a message to Castlereagh at the War Office to request a meeting. He had already written to the minister at the start of June explaining his wish to be included in any army sent to fight the French, even if that meant giving up his current post and all the political prestige that went with it. Castlereagh’s response had been swift and he had promised to discuss the matter in person if Arthur came to London.