Back The Fields of Death
Chapters (69)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1 - Napoleon
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3 - Arthur
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5 - Oropesa, 21 July 1809
  9. Chapter 6 - Talavera, 27 July 1809
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8 - Napoleon
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11 - Schönbrunn, 23 October 1809
  15. Chapter 12 - Fontainebleau, December 1810
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14 - Arthur
  18. Chapter 15 - April 1810
  19. Chapter 16 - Busaco Ridge, 27 September 1810
  20. Chapter 17 - Lisbon, January 1811
  21. Chapter 18 - Napoleon
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20 - Arthur
  24. Chapter 21 - Badajoz, 9 June 1811
  25. Chapter 22 - Paris, 2 December 1811
  26. Chapter 23 - Paris, January 1812
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25 - Arthur
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27 - Salamanca, 22 July 1812
  31. Chapter 28 - Napoleon
  32. Chapter 29 - Schivardino, 6 September 1812
  33. Chapter 30 - Moscow, 15 September 1812
  34. Chapter 31 - Arthur
  35. Chapter 32 - Burgos, 4 October 1812
  36. Chapter 33 - Tordesillas, 31 October 1812
  37. Chapter 34 - Napoleon
  38. Chapter 35 - 6 November 1812
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37 - Molodetchna, 29 November 1812
  41. Chapter 38 - Arthur
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40 - 21 June 1813
  44. Chapter 41 - Napoleon
  45. Chapter 42 - Dresden, 26 August 1813
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45 - Arthur
  49. Chapter 46 - Villefranque, 10 December 1813
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48 - Napoleon
  52. Chapter 49 - Arcis-sur-Aube, 20 March 1814
  53. Chapter 50 - Fontainebleau, 4 April 1814
  54. Chapter 51 - Arthur
  55. Chapter 52 - London, 24 June 1814
  56. Chapter 53 - Paris, November 1814
  57. Chapter 54 - Napoleon
  58. Chapter 55 - The Tuileries, Paris, 8 April 1815
  59. Chapter 56 - Arthur
  60. Chapter 57 - Fleurus, 8.00 a.m., 16 June 1815
  61. Chapter 58 - Ligny, 7.00 a.m., 17 June 1815
  62. Chapter 59 - Le Caillou, 9.00 p.m., 17 June 1815
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61 - The Ridge of Mont-St-Jean, 1.30 p.m.
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Chapter 63 - La Belle Alliance, 6.30 p.m.
  67. Chapter 64 - On the road to Charleroi, 4 a.m., 19 June 1815
  68. Chapter 65 - Plymouth, 30 July 1815
  69. Author’s Note

Some of the men had paused to see what damage they had caused as the smoke slowly began to disperse, but now lowered their weapons, reached for a fresh cartridge and began to reload. From his position on the crest Arthur could see that scores of dragoons and their horses had gone down, some of the animals kicking and thrashing wildly in blind pain and terror. Their comrades picked their way past, edging closer to the thin line of men defending the ridge.

A second volley spat flame and lead at the dragoons at under thirty yards, point-blank range, and this time even more went down, collapsing into the mud where they were caught like wasps in jam, struggling futilely.

‘That’s the way!’ Hope cheered, breaking into a beam as he watched his men punish the enemy.

A third volley cut down yet more of those who had managed to find a path through the bodies, and they now added to the tangle of men and horses, dead and wounded, caught in the mud. The dragoons were brought to a standstill, and the fourth volley decided the issue. The strident notes of bugles sounded the recall and the horsemen turned their mounts round, not without difficulty, and headed back down the slope, rather faster and with less order than they had ascended it. The Portuguese brigades, down to a handful of rounds, held their fire, but Aylmer’s men fired two more volleys before the order to cease fire was bellowed out.

Arthur guessed that over a quarter of the enemy brigade had been cut down and now the survivors picked their way back through the lines of infantry to the rear. There was a short pause as the walking wounded struggled out of the mire and made their way down the slope, buying the defenders more time. Arthur turned round and scanned the countryside for any sign of reinforcements. Then he saw it, the dull gleam of red as a column of British soldiers emerged between two copses and headed down the road towards them, still a mile and a half away. The slender line of men on the ridge must hold their position for a while yet, Arthur realised.