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