It took only a few minutes to reach the nullah, and as they began to descend the shallow bank, Hervey glanced at the ridge. The vedettes were circling.
Once the troop were all safely down, Hervey shortened his reins again and called, ‘Double march!’ for the enemy was supposed to gain the ridge ten minutes after the vedettes began signalling their approach, and he had no idea how difficult the bed of the nullah would get.
E Troop sweated and blew as they struggled over the shingle bed but they made progress, a good hundred yards in the first minute. Hervey thought they must be in line with the squadrons in another two. If they could keep this up they would make the ridge with a couple of minutes in hand.
But in two more, with no warning whatever, Hugh Rose’s troop plunged into the nullah in line, checking not the slightest from a fast trot, so that neither A nor E Troop could do anything to evade collision. Men shouted, horses squealed. Many of both fell, for the most part Hervey’s. Dragoons cursed each other, some lashed out. NCOs bellowed to regain order. Loose horses raced back down the nullah and knocked over dragoons who had survived the first collision. They would have floored Armstrong had he not already sprung into the saddle. Officers looked stunned. Over to their left the horse-gunners opened blank fire, and in a few seconds smoke was pouring into the nullah to add to the confusion.
‘What the deuce are you about, Hervey?’ shouted Rose, as he came on him struggling to get his mare up.
‘Trying to follow orders!’ Hervey almost spat the words. ‘What are yours?’
‘To get up to the ridge and take them in the flank,’ coughed Rose, the smoke engulfing them.
‘Mine too. But there’s damn little chance of that now. You’d better get on!’
Hervey looked back down the column. He could not recall any greater disorder by daylight. There was nothing for it now but to lick their wounds, real and imagined.
*
The brigadier was first on the scene, a quarter of an hour later. By then Hervey had the troop back in column, but two horses, with a broken leg apiece, lay with bullets in their brains. Private Mole sat supported in the saddle, his leg splinted with his sabre, harelip accentuating his sorry state. Private Parkin, one of the ‘pals’, stood holding a bloody bandage to his right eye. Half a dozen others had burst lips, missing teeth or broken ribs. And two horses were still bleeding severely from severed arteries.
‘Hervey, what in the name of God …?’ The brigadier looked about incredulously.
‘Your orders, sir,’ said Hervey.
Seton Canning and Cornet Vanneck looked away.
‘I
‘We were executing your orders, General, when A Troop plunged on us — with the same orders, it seems.’
General Massey had not the faintest idea what he was talking about. ‘What do you mean, “with the same orders”?’
Hervey knew at once what had happened. Perhaps he had the advantage of a quarter of an hour on the brigadier, but he was not sure that that was Massey’s handicap. His anger he kept in check, but only just. ‘Sir, I surmise you gave Sir Ivo orders to send a troop into the nullah.’
‘Of course I did. But not two!’
‘But that, indeed, was the effect. You assumed Sir Ivo would order
‘I don’t like your tone one jot, Hervey!’ The brigadier sounded more dismayed than angry.
Hervey’s anger now matched the brigadier’s dismay. ‘And, I, with respect, sir, do not like having my troop cut about like this. Had we been in action—’
The brigadier had heard enough. ‘Captain Hervey! You exceed yourself, sir! I imagine you lay this blame on me, but I might remind you there is a level of command between the two of us!’
Serjeant-Major Armstrong had closed to Hervey’s side soon after the exchange began. He now grasped his captain’s arm from behind and squeezed hard.
Hervey made no reply to the brigadier.
‘I fancy we shall have all this out on return to the lines,’ said General Massey gruffly. ‘You had better take your troop back, Captain Hervey.’
Armstrong released his grip, and Hervey saluted.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN. EXTRA DRILL
‘I do not say the brigadier is an
Late in the evening, after stables and the colonel’s preliminary inquiry into the affair of the nullah, the brigade-major had come to the Sixth’s headquarters bearing unwelcome news. While, he said, the brigadier did not hold Hervey to be responsible for events, he held his manner to have been insolent, and required his apology in writing at once. Sir Ivo, having no means by which he might dispute the brigadier’s judgement, had had no option but to instruct Hervey to comply. Hervey had received this order by protesting that he did not believe a general officer ought to take refuge in his position when attempting to discover the truth of a misadventure. He might have added that neither did he think it fitting that a general officer should imply that his — Hervey’s — commanding officer bore the responsibility. But Sir Ivo had persuaded him to write, for, as he explained, he saw no merit in giving the brigadier a cause which might in the end eclipse the issue of culpability in the botched orders. And Hervey had acquiesced because he saw the logic and held Sir Ivo in absolute respect.
But the letter of apology had not requited the general. ‘Does the brigadier say in what measure he considers Hervey’s letter to be insufficient?’ asked Major Joynson, reading again the fair copy.
‘It would seem that his “necessity for establishing the lessons of the affair” and his reference to a “real not imagined enemy” are the offending portions.’
‘Yes,’ said Joynson, nodding. ‘I can see that would go hard with Massey. And he presumably is not best pleased with you for forwarding it in the first place?’
Sir Ivo raised his eyebrows. ‘That much was implied, yes.’ He sounded philosophical, but everyone knew that his pride was still hurt by the rebukes which had followed the review; the squadrons had manoeuvred well, and even the brigade-major had reported that the fracas at the nullah had remained unseen by the spectators.
‘If I may speak, Colonel,’ said the RSM.
‘Of course, Mr Lincoln.’
‘It is causing a deal of resentment in the ranks. Even though they all know Captain Hervey’s troop were ordered into the nullah, they know too it was never your intention that they be there. I am afraid, Colonel, very contrary though it is, the view is that E Troop should not have gone into the nullah. And it does not help, of course, that they are largely so raw.’
Sir Ivo sighed. ‘It is quite perverse. But thank you, Mr Lincoln. You will, no doubt, be speaking to your mess on the subject?’
‘Yes, Colonel. Directly after orderly room.’
‘Good. Armstrong behaving well?’
‘Exemplary, Colonel. I gather he was a model of restraint in the nullah.’
‘Perhaps he can stroll through the lines at evening stables with Serjeant-Major Bowker, and Hervey and Rose the same. A comradely show?’
