Mireur stepped towards the well and looked up at his commander.‘The situation is as bad as Desaix said. If we continue any further into the desert our army will be little more than an armed rabble in a few days. I am no coward, sir. I would follow you anywhere.’

‘Anywhere but here.’

Mireur nodded warily. ‘This is no place for civilised men. There is nothing here of value to France, sir. We owe it to France to save our men further suffering so that they may fight another day.’

‘That’s your judgement, is it, Mireur?’ Napoleon sneered. ‘What the hell do you know, you fool? This land is everything to France. We take Egypt and we drive a wedge between England and her trade. Better still we open the way to India. Better minds than yours have considered the value of this campaign and decided what the army must achieve here, and how they must do it. And yet you would stop here, barely a day’s march from the Nile and an open route to Cairo. On the very cusp of victory you would let your courage fail you and stand there and whine like a child.You disgust me, Mireur.You offend the very idea of French manhood.You and every man like you.’

Mireur opened his mouth to respond but could not think of anything to say that would make his situation look less contemptible. He lowered his head in shame and Napoleon turned to the others, drew a deep breath and continued in a calmer tone.‘I know that most of you share my contempt for the cowards who would run back to France with their tails between their legs at the first sign of discomfort. Some of you might doubt that we can conquer Egypt. But what cause have you to doubt? Have I not won battles against greater odds and in more difficult circumstances? Those of you who were with me at Rivoli - have you forgotten the cold and the snow and the ice we endured that day? You endured hardship then - why not now? Would you return to your families, to your country, and tell them you had to retreat because you were thirsty? They will laugh in your faces. They will spit with contempt, and you would deserve it.’ Napoleon paused to let his words sink in and then his voice hardened. ‘Enough of this! This meeting is over.You will return to your units, and you will prepare them to march the moment the rest of my column has come up.Tell your men they will slake their thirst in the Nile tomorrow night. After that we will march on Cairo and make it ours.Anyone who refuses to carry out their orders will be shot. Is that clear?’

The assembled officers mumbled their assent and Napoleon turned to the hapless General Mireur. ‘Is that clear to you?’

‘Y-yes, sir.’