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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

‘I can assure you that the troops I was honoured to command in India faced enemies every bit as dangerous as the French. When the time comes for our soldiers to face Bonaparte in pitched battle, they will be more than a match for him and his men.’

‘Of course, sir. Of course.’ Jardine nodded placatingly. ‘I am sure that you know your business. But from the point of view of the well-informed layman, such as myself, it would appear that our best hope of defeating the French lies in the Royal Navy.’

‘By God, you are wrong, sir. Quite wrong,’Arthur snapped.‘How can the Navy defeat Bonaparte? To be sure, Admiral Nelson can defeat his warships, but he can only pursue the French as far as their coast. And from there on, wherever there is solid ground, Bonaparte can defy his enemies. So it follows that the war between Britain and France can only be decided on land.When the time is right our soldiers will fight on the soil of Europe and there they will prove that they are more than a match for the very best of Napoleon’s men. Mark my words, sir.You will see the day.’

‘I hope so, sir. Sincerely I do. But that depends on our government’s being prepared to land a force large enough to make a difference.’

Arthur nodded. ‘And to keep it adequately supplied and reinforced when necessary. You are right, sir. The government has so far declined to commit to such an investment of its military power. But that will change. There are men with vision at Westminster. Men who can be persuaded to take the bold course.’

‘Who will persuade them, sir? Most of our generals seem to be the very fount of caution and, dare I say it, indecision.’

‘Then it will be down to men like myself to make the case for action.’

Jardine smiled.‘Pardon me, sir, but what makes you think that young officers will carry much weight in this affair?’

‘Because I shall speak the truth. I shall present the facts clearly and logically so that there can be no doubt as to the correct path to take.’

‘Ah, but you speak as a soldier. Those in Westminster are inclined to speak and listen as politicians. Facts and logic are as clay to their minds; soft and infinitely malleable. I fear you overestimate the influence of reason on such men.’

Arthur was quiet and still for a moment before he shrugged. ‘We shall see.’ He picked up the newspaper again. ‘Now, if you don’t mind, sir, I would like to finish this before the journey is over.’

Jardine nodded briefly and turned to look out of the window with a slight pout of piqued disapproval.