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
‘Richard gave you his full authority to act in this matter. He has every confidence that you will make the right decision.’
‘I see,’ Arthur replied coldly. If the campaign failed, Richard would be absolved of blame. Of course, if it succeeded then he would claim the credit for his grand strategic vision. Besides that, Arthur sensed that his loyalty to his brother was being tested.The expansion of British interests in India had cost a fortune, and the government in London and the directors of the Company would be certain to call the Governor General to account in the near future. It would be natural for Richard to want to know how far he could depend on his brother’s support. Yet Arthur deeply resented the ploy.
He let out a weary breath. ‘Very well, tell him that I will destroy Scindia’s army.’
The monsoon rains continued to slow the army’s march as Arthur led his forces towards the fortress of Ahmadnagar. Mud sucked down the wheels of his guns and the drivers of the artillery trains whipped their bullocks on as soldiers, often knee deep in mud themselves, braced their shoulders against the spokes and strained to shove the guns and the limbers back on to firmer ground. Even that had its hazards as the rain, and lighter deposits of mud, made the ground slippery and the men had to avoid the slithering motions of the bullock-drawn vehicles while struggling to remain on their feet and trudge on towards Ahmadnagar.
As soon as Henry had left Poona to carry Arthur’s response back to Calcutta, a message was sent to Scindia declaring that he bore responsibility for the coming conflict thanks to his unwillingness to negotiate. Scindia’s reply blamed the British in turn, saying that their pre-conditions had made any meaningful negotiations impossible. Scindia’s message ended with a rallying cry for every native of the subcontinent to rise up and throw off the British yoke. It was a hollow ambition, since the inhabitants of lands already under British rule realised they had more to lose than to gain by rebelling. But Arthur knew that the real audience of Scindia’s call to arms was the French. If they could supply enough advisers and arms, then the Mahratta armies might yet overthrow the British.