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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

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.’