military training and discipline they would become handy dragoons in his new troop. But at this stage he could be excused for doubting the existence of miracles. ‘I want no men who will not put their heart into their work,’ he began. ‘For there is little time before we sail for India. I will grant any of you a free discharge — on repayment of the bounty only, no smart money — up to tomorrow midday. Thereafter I will expect you to bend your backs to it without complaint. That is all. Carry on, please, Sar’nt-Major.’
Corporal Mossop had by this time returned to the yard. ‘Corporal Mossop, carry on!’ barked Armstrong.
Mossop saluted as they turned away.
‘I doubt they’d be able to raise one man’s bounty between ’em,’ Armstrong opined. ‘They’ll have pissed it against a wall by now. That Sisken, or whatever his name is, is pissing it still. You know what he’ll do the first time he gets a
‘McCarthy? A Cork man, I think. You ought to recognize the accent better than I.’
‘Ay, I’d place him as a Cork man right enough.’
‘There was a riot of French prisoners in Le Havre when I was en route to India. They broke free from the guard — McCarthy’s regiment. The officer was killed and the serjeant was a funk. There was only McCarthy with any presence of mind. I seem to recall he said he’d been a corporal. Yes, I remember, because there were stitch holes on his coat where the stripe had been.’
‘That’s all we need — a busted chosen-Paddy! I dare wager a day’s pay the charge was fighting aggravated by drink.’
Hervey smiled ruefully. ‘Serjeant-major, have you become a Methodist?’
Armstrong frowned determinedly. ‘I never said as I wanted a troop of Armstrongs.’
‘Well, I for one would settle for
‘And I don’t like would-be gentlemen in the ranks either. If that French has driven a pair then why isn’t he an officer?’
Hervey sighed. Some things were better not enquired into. ‘We’ve barely two dozen men, for all the weeks the recruiting parties have been out. Why is it, d’you think? Have they been going to the wrong place? Isn’t the bounty enough?’
‘Well,’ began Armstrong, sighing also. ‘There are too many parties fishing in the same bit of water, for a start. Mossop said there were bringers from the Second Dragoons and three foot regiments in the same alehouse last night.’
‘Has India anything to do with it?’
Armstrong shrugged. ‘Who knows? What’s it matter how far from home a man is if he’s not there? Half these jackheads won’t have the first clue where India is.’
Hervey supposed it must be true. ‘Look, we’re wasting our time here. Collins will find another half a dozen, and choice men we hope, but we’re going to have to do more ourselves. I’ve a mind to take a party down to Wiltshire. The recruiters are not nearly so active there.’
‘Well, anything’s better than sitting and waiting.’
‘The thing is, there are always hirelings in Warminster each week at the market, and there’s not much work to be had. The price of wool’s dropped like a stone. If we took the band we could make quite a go.’
Armstrong looked impressed.
‘I’d better go and speak with the major.’
*
Major Eustace Joynson was a much happier man these days. He rarely had a sick headache, and when he did he could alleviate it with the new morphium from Leipzig, though it cost him a pretty penny. All the mess knew that the cause of the headaches was no more, for in the new commanding officer Joynson found an able and considerate man who knew how to use his second in command’s strengths, all-be-they limited to painstaking administration. And some of the mess suspected, too, that the death of the major’s wife had come as a merciful relief, for so addicted to laudanum had she become of recent years that she was to all intents and purposes an invalid. So now Major Joynson could happily immerse himself in the regiment’s administrative detail, to the gain of both parties. And in the evenings he had the consolation and support of a daughter not yet one and twenty.
‘The band is a very good idea, Hervey,’ the major agreed, ‘but I’m not clear how we might pay for it. They couldn’t post down to Wiltshire, that’s for sure. Are there any stages?’ He knew well enough that the band had been to Wiltshire before, but then it had been at Lord Bath’s expense to play at Hervey’s wedding. Joynson was not going to be the first to mention that, however.
‘I thought we might ride there, sir.’
‘I’m not sure that all the bandsmen ride. And that would cost dearly, too. Why not take three or four trumpeters? They’d make a goodish noise.’
‘They would, but I thought some pretty tunes would draw people in.’
‘I don’t deny it. And how many recruits would you expect to get?’
‘I’d be disappointed with fewer than thirty.’
‘Thirty!’
‘I don’t see why not, sir. My part of Wiltshire is much distressed. There are many men paid outdoor relief. My intention would be to get their names from the parishes and offer them the bounty.’
Major Joynson looked thoughtful. ‘How will you get them all back here?’
‘That, I’m not sure of yet. They might have to walk.’
‘I’ll see what is to be done with the band, Hervey.’ He got up and opened a cupboard. ‘Would you care for sherry?’
‘Thank you, yes.’
Joynson handed him a glass of very pale Montilla and indicated a chair. ‘You find the regiment to your liking, then, Hervey.’
‘Yes. Very much. Times change, but I think the best of the old spirit is probably returned.’ Hervey took a good sip of his wine.
Major Joynson took off his spectacles and rubbed his eyes. He hoped profoundly that the best of Hervey’s old spirit, as well as the regiment’s, had returned. From the day Hervey had joined, he had never shirked his duty, regardless of what others said. But although he had never been a ‘yes-man’, there had perhaps been a willing compliance with him that would serve admirably in field rank, but take him no further. Joynson thought now that he detected a sterner core, however.
He replaced his spectacles and looked directly at him. ‘Hervey, I’ve said this to you before, but I’m more than a little conscious that had I acted more … resolutely, then things might not have happened as they did.’
Hervey nodded. ‘And I think I replied that if I myself had so acted then things very
Silence followed for a while. ‘You are content, then, to go alone to India?’
‘Content’ was not the word Hervey would have chosen. ‘I am in two minds still about my daughter, but I cannot see that to inflict a sea journey of six months and more, and then the vagaries of that climate, would be right.’
‘No, I am sure that must be so. Frances is to come with me, though.’
‘That will be pleasant, sir.’
‘I hope so. For Frances I mean. Do you believe India a proper place for her?’
Hervey hardly knew Frances Joynson. She seemed a sensible enough girl. ‘I only know Madras, sir, not Hindoostan. But I saw Englishwomen there who were very content — and altogether freer, I should say, than here. One who is the sister of a Company official who was at Shrewsbury a little before me went about the country as she chose, and with only a maid.’
‘Mm … I do not say I could imagine allowing Frances such licence, but perhaps I shall become used to it once I have been there a while.’
*
A week later the recruiting party left its lodgings at The Bell in Warminster high street and took post outside St Laurence’s chantry, the intention being to draw onlookers from the livestock market further up the street, and taverners from the breweries and alehouses down the hill to their left. Although there were only four trumpeters
