They both laughed before Napoleon stepped inside and made his way to the commanding officer's office. The door was open and Napoleon rapped on the doorframe. Inside, the colonel was sitting close to his fireplace, warming his hands over the glowing embers. He glanced round.
'Ah, Buona Parte, come in. Pull up a chair.'
When the young man had taken his place and was also enjoying the fire's warmth the colonel smiled at him. 'You've probably guessed by now. The probationary period is over – you have passed with flying colours. From now on you can assume all the duties of lieutenant.'
'Thank you, sir. I won't let you down.'
'Glad to hear it. Unfortunately, that tearaway Des Mazis is going to have to serve another month or so before I can justify ending his probation. He has a rather specialised understanding of the proper conduct of an officer. But we'll knock him into shape soon enough when he sees that you have completed your probation ahead of him.'
'Let's hope so, sir,' Napoleon smiled. 'Des Mazis is a good man at heart. I'm sure he'll be a fine officer.'
'I genuinely hope you're right, my boy. Now then, once your friend has passed his probation, I have a job for a few young officers.There's a live firing trial at the arsenal in Nantes in spring. Some new cannon designs are being tested out and the Minister for War has asked me to send along some observers. I've chosen Captain Des Mazis to lead the party. There are places for four more officers so I will include you and the younger Des Mazis. I haven't yet decided on the last two officers. Interested?'
Napoleon nodded. 'I'm honoured to be chosen, sir.'
'Do you good to see some wider aspects of the trade,' the colonel replied, then clicked his fingers as he recalled some detail. 'Almost forgot! There's an invitation from the director of some military academy in the Anjou region. They offer a little training to young gentlemen from across Europe.The director is keen that they should meet with French officers of their own age to foster a little friendship. He thinks that might go some way to avoiding wars in the future.' The colonel shook his head. 'Precious little hope of that… Still, there's the prospect of good food and wine. You might enjoy it, and you can certainly fit it in on the way down to Nantes.'
'Yes, sir.' Napoleon nodded. 'Where exactly is this academy?'
'One moment…'The colonel twisted round and searched his desk for a moment before turning back with a letter. 'Here you are. The Royal Academy of Equitation at Angers.'
Napoleon frowned. He was finding it hard enough tolerating the sons of the French aristocracy. Now he would have to endure the company of foreign aristocrats and was already dreading this visit to Angers.
Chapter 29
Eton, 1783
As the months passed Arthur settled uneasily into his new school. For the first time since the Wesleys had moved to London he was living away from home and he suspected that his mother was more than happy with the new arrangement. Indeed, the letters he received from home contained little sign of any genuine affection for him, merely an endless litany of complaints about the accommodation that Richard had arranged for her. How was she to cope with so few servants? Already, she said, many of her former society friends were cutting her out of their circles. All of which she blamed on her ungrateful sons and her irresponsible husband.The only hope for her now was that her daughter might marry well, or that her sons, if they studied hard, might one day rise to positions of significant influence and wealth that they could afford to make their mother comfortable in her old age, after a lifetime of toil, hardship and sacrifice. Only once she had run through her list of complaints did Lady Mornington ask after the wellbeing of Arthur and Gerald, how well their studies were progressing, and whether they needed anything. Each time that he read her letters Arthur laid them aside with a heavy heart, and a new resolve to defy her.
While he made every effort to improve his technique on the violin, he neglected his studies with cool deliberation. Even more, he refused to subscribe to the set of values that Eton demanded of its students. While other boys threw themselves into sports, Arthur gazed on with cool detachment and even shouted insults and criticism from off the field, until even the teachers got tired of his wearying presence and sent him away.
At the same time Bobus Smith, one of the older boys, contrived to take every opportunity to make the new boy's life a misery, deliberately excluding him from any game that took place in the dormitory, and making fun of his large nose and delicate-looking features. Even Arthur's prowess at the violin was mocked as the pursuit of an oversensitive and weedy boy. If Arthur had felt that he had a loving home to return to he might have been homesick and yearned for the holidays when he could enjoy the hearth and security of his family. As it was, Lady Mornington refused to permit him to stay with her during the holidays, saying that she did not have room enough for a 'colony' of children. Instead, at the end of term, when Gerald returned to his mother, Arthur's trunk was packed and he was sent to Wales to live in the crumbling isolation of his grandmother's house.
When the holidays were over, it was back to Eton, and the familiar routine of being teased by Bobus and his friends, and failing to excite the admiration of his teachers, who were increasingly inclined to consider him a little backward. Especially when compared to Gerald, who developed a ready grasp of the classics and soon progressed beyond the level of his older brother. So the months dragged on, and with a growing sense that he had been uprooted from his family and abandoned, Arthur sank into a profound lethargy that exasperated all those around him. Peculiarly, he found a perverse sense of satisfaction in failing to meet the expectations of others. Since he was destined to fail and to be unloved and unlovable he might as well be good at that at least.
Two years passed by with little improvement in his attitude or academic ability, except for a good grasp of French. The family's fortunes had not improved in the intervening time. Indeed, the labyrinthine nature of his father's financial affairs consumed most of Richard's time, and so he was exasperated by the tedious lack of progress in Arthur's school reports. He wanted the best for Arthur and he was convinced that Arthur had it in him to achieve some measure of success, even if his mother did not. She took his disappointing performance simply as proof of her judgement that he was destined to fail, as she made clear when her eldest son came to visit her shortly after Christmas, at the modest apartment she was renting in Chelsea.
'Richard, he's quite hopeless. And he's ungrateful. Arthur knows we can hardly afford to keep him at Eton.With the cost of living in London these days it's a miracle that I manage to survive. In fact I've been giving serious thought to moving to Brussels. Apparently it's possible to live well there on a fraction of the cost of London. Until then you and I have to go without in order to keep Gerald and Arthur at Eton. And this is how he repays us.You must speak to him about it.'
'Why? Because you won't?'
'Because I can't. He won't listen to me any more.'
'Can you blame him? When was the last time you saw him, Mother?'
Lady Mornington paused in an effort to recall the last meeting. 'I have it! Easter.We dined at Hills before he went up to Wales for the holiday.'
'That was over six months ago. And yet you spend far more time with Gerald, Anne and Henry.'
'Well, we enjoy each other's company. Arthur's different. He has made it quite clear that he resents me. Although why he should is a complete mystery.'
'No it's not,' Richard said firmly. 'It's clear to me that he feels left out. Ever since the family moved to London he's felt it. You and Father were so busy building up your social contacts that you neglected him.At least Father came to realise that towards the end and tried to make up for it. But you…' He shook his head. 'You've given up on him. And now, it seems, he's even given up on himself. Poor soul. Can you imagine what it must be like to feel so alone? So excluded.'
Lady Mornington raised her hand to her mouth and gently bit her finger. 'Is that true? Is that what he thinks?'
'I think so. Mother, he needs us. Most of all he needs you. Someone must have faith in Arthur or he'll just give up.'
Lady Mornington was thoughtful for a moment, and then nodded. 'Very well, I must make more of an effort to see him. I'll have him to stay with me this Easter.'
'That would be a good start,' Richard replied tactfully. 'And meanwhile, write to him more often, and take an
