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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

‘No peace, but order. And that can be maintained as long as we have the will to do it, however forcefully it needs to be carried through.’

‘Spoken like a soldier.’ Castlereagh smiled. ‘Alas.’

‘Alas?’

‘If you should cleave to a political career you will find such candour a considerable burden. Then again, you did not come here to pursue a political career. Carstairs, the letter if you please.’ Castlereagh held out his hand and his secretary quickly flipped open a file in front of him and flicked through a couple of pages before he found what he was looking for and proffered it to the minister. Castlereagh held it up for Arthur to see. ‘Your letter of the first of June.’

‘Yes, sir.’

Castlereagh examined it briefly. ‘You say that you cannot tolerate being in Ireland when an operation on the continent is being planned.’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘You still hold to that view?’

‘That is why I am here, sir,’ Arthur replied evenly.

‘Yes,’ Castlereagh lowered the letter and tapped his finger on the final paragraph. ‘You say you would be willing to give up your post as Chief Secretary in order to have a military command. May I ask why?’

‘For the reasons you have stated, sir. I am more a soldier than a politician. At a time of war I believe it is every man’s duty to serve his country in whichever capacity best utilises his proven abilities.’

‘A sound enough principle,’ Castlereagh conceded. ‘Yet the Duke of Richmond assures me that he could have picked no finer man for your current post than yourself. Do you doubt his word?’

‘It is kind of him to say that,’ Arthur replied cautiously. ‘And I could quite easily continue serving his grace from here in London, until such time as my appointment in the expeditionary force is confirmed or denied. If I am denied then I could return to my duties in Dublin.’

Castlereagh considered the suggestion for a moment and then frowned. ‘That is a highly irregular suggestion, Wellesley. I am not convinced that it would work.’

‘I disagree, sir. I believe that I could conduct the business of government from a distance. Besides, I believe the true path of service to my country lies in being a soldier.’

‘It is true that the late William Pitt regarded you highly in that capacity, and there are plenty of other men of influence who would agree that you are an officer of unusual ability and promise.’ Castlereagh paused to collect his thoughts, and then nodded. ‘Very well, I shall do my best to see that you are included amongst the general officers picked for the expeditionary force.’

Arthur felt a rush of relief sweep through his chest and tried to control the smile that was keen to play on his lips. ‘Thank you, sir.You won’t regret it, I swear.’

‘See that I don’t. Now then, is there anything else?’