Chapters (73)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Chapter 1 - Napoleon
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10 - Arthur
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15 - Napoleon
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21 - The Bridge at Arcola
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23 - Arthur
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27 - Napoleon
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33 - Arthur
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39 - Napoleon
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46 - Arthur
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48 - Seringapatam, April 1799
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50 - Napoleon
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55 - Arthur
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62 - Napoleon
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66 - Arthur
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Author’s note
Ashton laughed and Harris exchanged a look with the other officer, a much older, weathered-looking man in the uniform of the East India Company.
‘Young bloods,’ Harris muttered in an exasperated tone. ‘Will they never grow up? Arthur, since you obviously know Ashton, let me introduce you to Lieutenant Colonel Barry Close - the real brains behind the staff work here in Madras. Close knows as much about the languages and customs of the natives as any white man in India and I’m damned lucky to have his services.’
Close nodded modestly and thrust out his hand. ‘Colonel, glad to meet you, sir.’
‘My pleasure.’
Harris backed away and turned towards the door. ‘Yes, well now that you’re introduced, Close can tell you what your responsibilities will be. I’ll leave you in his hands.’
‘Very good, sir.’
Once the door had shut behind the general, Close quickly scrutinised the new arrival before he continued. ‘Right then, you’re the wallah who is going to be in charge of organising the army’s siege train. I’ll have a desk brought in here for you, and arrange a few reliable orderlies and a secretary. Ashton there is dealing with the re-arming and training of our Company battalions and I’m responsible for food supplies and ammunition. If what I have heard about you is true, then I imagine you’ll be keen to get to work.’
‘Yes, I am.’
‘Oh, Arthur.’ Ashton winced.‘Surely you still have some of the rakish temperament about you that you were only too keen to display back in England? There will be some time for pleasure, you know.’
Close frowned. ‘Don’t listen to the young pup, Wellesley. The time for play is over. The threat from the Tipoo is very real.’
Arthur looked at the veteran and saw that the man was quite serious. He moved over to Close’s desk and pulled out a chair and sat down.‘I’d be grateful if you briefed me on my duties at once.’
Close grinned. ‘A man after my own heart.’
‘What a tragedy,’ said Ashton. ‘Already I have lost a friend and gained a drone.’
Arthur turned towards him. ‘I’ve read all the intelligence, Henry.There’s no avoiding a war with Tipoo.And if we lose, then you’ll have your tragedy for sure.’
Chapter 37
Chapter 37
While Arthur attended to his duties the 33rd Foot was sent forward to Wallajabad. Ashton’s regiment had already advanced to Arnee, much nearer to the border with Mysore. Both officers would re-join their commands when the preparations for war were complete. Meanwhile Arthur diligently attended to his duties by day and joined Ashton and the other officers at dinners and parties given by the limited social circle of Europeans in the city by night.