Chapters (61)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Chapter 1 - Napoleon
- Chapter 2 - April 1805
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4 - Arthur
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6 - Napoleon
- Chapter 7 - Paris, September 1805
- Chapter 8 - Strasbourg, 24 September 1805
- Chapter 9 - Ulm, 16 October 1805
- Chapter 10 - Arthur
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13 - Napoleon
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15 - Austerlitz, 2 December 1805
- Chapter 16 - Arthur
- Chapter 17 - Hastings, February 1806
- Chapter 18 - Dublin, April 1806
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20 - Napoleon
- Chapter 21 - Bamberg, 7 October 1806
- Chapter 22 - Jena, 13 October 1806
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24 - Warsaw, January 1807
- Chapter 25 - Eylau, 8 February 1807
- Chapter 26 - Arthur
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28 - Dublin, April 1807
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31 - Napoleon
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34 - Arthur
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38 - Napoleon
- Chapter 39 - Pamplona, February 1808
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42 - Arthur
- Chapter 43 - Mondego Bay, Portugal, 30 July 1808
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47 - Napoleon
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50 - Arthur
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52 - Napoleon
- Chapter 53 - Arthur
- Chapter 54 - Napoleon
- Chapter 55 - Arthur
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Author’s Note
Once Murat had obeyed, Napoleon gestured to a simply constructed bench on one side of the table, and then seated himself on the room’s single chair at the head of the table.
‘You’ve come to make your report, I understand.’
‘Yes, sire.’
‘So, do tell me what you have achieved.’
Murat looked surprised and then puffed out his cheeks. ‘We have taken the enemy capital. So far my men have discovered over five hundred guns and perhaps as many as a hundred thousand muskets in the Austrian arsenals, besides huge stockpiles of supplies and equipment. Sire, we could replenish the entire Grand Army for some months from what we have seized. Enough to carry us through the rest of the campaign.’>
‘No doubt,’ Napoleon responded. ‘But if you had followed your orders there would be no reason why the campaign need continue for a matter of months.’
‘Sire?’
Napoleon slapped his hand down on the table. ‘You let the Russians get away! Now they will be licking their wounds, waiting for the Austrian forces to join them from Italy. All the good work of this campaign may be undone by your foolhardy drive towards Vienna. The entire point of my strategy was to divide our enemies. Now you have given them the chance to concentrate their strength and we must fight a much harder battle than I had hoped.Thanks to you.’
‘Sire, I - I had no thought of compromising you when I gave the order.’
‘You had no thought at all, as far as I can see.’
Napoleon glared at his subordinate. Murat wilted and looked down, crestfallen. ‘I had hoped to please you, sire.’
‘You had hoped to win the glory for yourself, you mean,’ Napoleon snapped.Then he drew a deep breath, and closed his eyes to control his rising temper. Murat had made a mistake. One that would cost Napoleon the lives of many of his soldiers and might indeed prolong the campaign by a matter of months, unless the situation was speedily resolved. Very well, then. Let Murat make amends by reverting to his original orders. His eyes flicked open.
‘I want you to return to your command at once.’
‘Sire, my staff and I have only just arrived at headquarters. We’ve been in the saddle for the best part of two days.’
‘At once.’ Napoleon ignored his protest. ‘You are to pursue the Russians immediately. When you make contact, stay on them. Give Kutusov no chance to stop and rest. Drive them back, away to the east and north, as far from any Austrian forces as you can.Then pray that you have acted in time. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, sire.’
‘Then go.’ Napoleon leaned his head forward on to his knuckles. ‘Now.’