evening, sir,' he added, throwing up a sharp salute. 'I heard the officers were dining with Lord Combermere?'
'I heard the sound of ten thousand pounds of powder, Sar'nt-Major. I think we should have a word.' He handed the flask back to Stray. 'Hold on to him a little longer, if you please, Corporal,' he said portentously, and then led Armstrong into the shadows.
'I know what you're going to say,' said Armstrong once they were out of earshot. 'Well then?'
'I can't slip the lead-rope now. Not just as they're coming to the end.'
'It seems to me that's a very good reason. Are you telling me they can't complete the tunnel without you?'
'No, I wouldn't say that. I just think they'll do it better if I'm there. And I want to see it through an' all.'
Hervey sighed. 'Look, Geordie; you're exposing yourself to unnecessary hazard. You've already had one very lucky escape, and tonight looks like a second.'
'Aw, come on sir! What are we supposed to be about, then?'
That was not the point, Hervey knew, but it was the point on which Armstrong was going to dig in his heels. 'I could say that you were E Troop's serjeant-major for one thing.' 'And you'd know that I knew that Collins were doing it fine. And good for him to do it, too.' He put a hand on Hervey's shoulder. 'Sir, I know what this is all about, and I'm grateful. But I'd rather stay, and I'm sure you wouldn't just resort to ordering me to leave!' 'I ought to, Sar'nt-Major. I really ought to.' cNo you oughtn't, sir. And you oughtn't to concern yourself another minute. Jack Armstrong's not going to 'ave 'is 'ead blown off by owt in these kegs,' he insisted, gesturing with a thumb to the engineer park behind. 'Yon Stray's kegs'll be a sight more trouble to me when we're done!'
CHAPTER TWENTY
Ten days later
Camp before Bhurtpore 17th January 1826
My Dear Somervile, You will forgive me for having left these several weeks empty of any communication, and it is not as if by that you might rightly infer that I have been so engaged as to exclude aught else, for the last weeks especially, though not without incident, have been but a trial of labouring and waiting. Rather, I hesitated in placing on paper anything which, were it not to reach you, might be of material advantage to the enemies of the Company and its officers.
All the preparations are now made for the storming of The Pride of Hindoostan. And in this I must tell you of the part which our Corps has played of late, for besides the seizing of the jheels, whose possession has kept the ditches dry before us, it has fallen to no less a man than Sjt. Major Armstrong, together with a detachment of dragoons, to drive a gallery at great length – greater, indeed, than the Engineers had thought feasible – under the strongest part of the enemy's citadel, and this is now light-packed with not less than ten thousand pounds of powder. It shall be sprung at Eight o'clock in the morning, tomorrow, and shall be the signal for the storming of the fortress in as many as six places. Armstrong's exertions, and his devotion to duty, have been without equal. He has been so near killed these past weeks that I begged him to quit so exposed a place when the gallery was dug, but he would not.
And so tomorrow we shall be through and over those infernal walls and be done with Durjan Sal and his usurping band. There shall be two breaches, if all is carried off, and two storming parties are formed of volunteers, in which the Cavalry shall play a distinguished part, I am glad to say. Lord Combermere had at first thought to dismount a large part of the Cavalry, but the arrival of the 1st Europeans lately had rendered that exigency unnecessary. I shall be with the party that storms the main breach, at the Cavalier, along with our Lieutenant Colonel, Sir Ivo Lankester, who rejoined but a fortnight ago and is full of ardour, and Hugh Rose and others.
Then let me tell you now of the particulars of His Lordship's design for battle… Hervey penned two pages more on the vellum foolscap which he reserved for correspondence that would travel a good distance inland, then put down his pen, picked up the last sheet and began to wave it about gently. The air was cold, with not an atom of moisture: it would not take many minutes for the ink to dry. He took up the first page meanwhile and began to read.
When he was done, he picked up his pen again and reached for a fourth sheet. He did not imagine anything, but on the eve of such a battle – in which the Company must prevail, whatever the cost – there were certain 'arrangements' he felt obliged to mention, arrangements which, though the regimental agents in Calcutta and London were perfectly able to expedite them, needed the supervision of someone of sensibility, sensibility of Hervey's own situation.
These things now occupied a good three-quarters of the page – nine or so inches of Hervey's small, neat hand to arrange the future for his daughter, sister, parents… and bibi. On this latter he was doubly insistent: You who know so much of these things, of my own circumstances as well as the travails that might come to a destitute bibi, will appreciate my imperative wish that no scruple should stand in the way of my will in this regard.
And now, if you will forgive my overlong trespass into sentiment, I must say how it has been my very great pleasure in knowing you both, and in the friendship you have unfailingly shown to me. I am proud to be godfather to the offspring of your perfect union, which duty, I most fervently trust, I may discharge to its ultimate purpose. Believe me, your ever grateful friend, Matthew Hervey. The sap was quiet, voices hushed, no lights. It was a little before eight, with the merest hints of daylight in the sky behind them. Hervey had not slept. On finishing the letter he had left his comfortable, warm tent and walked the troop lines and then the picket – 'the little touch of Hervey in the night' – before setting off on foot with Green and the others to the place from which they would storm the long-necked bastion. There was a deal of time to wait still, for as they slipped into the trenches in the early hours the word was passed that the mine would be sprung not at eight but at half-past. In order, they were told, to have just a little more light to carry the breach with.
Hervey thought he would rather have a half-hour of dark than of light for such an enterprise, but then he was not an infantryman. If that was Major-General Reynell's wish – he personally was to direct the storming of the main breach – then be it according to his will.
There were so many senior officers in the sap that Hervey wondered if they might yet see Lord Combermere himself. There was General Reynell, commanding the first division of infantry, a fine, whiskered foot soldier who had seen more campaigning than most men in his thirty years with the colours, and whose appetite for the fight was no less diminished by it. There was Brigadier-General McCombe of the 14th Foot commanding the first brigade, and Brigadier Paton of the 18th Native Infantry commanding the fifth. There was said to be a wager between them as to who would be out of the trench first.
And there was Sir Ivo Lankester, wearing his pelisse coat still, feeling the chill a little but as determined as McCombe and Paton to be out of the trench at once when the mine was sprung. He exchanged a few words with Hervey and Hugh Rose when they were settled, waiting, and then said he would see if he could get a few more yards forward to be next to the brigade commanders for a better view of the explosion. 'He's a spanker all right, sir,' said Armstrong. The consolation in letting Armstrong remain with the sappers was that E Troop and his serjeant- major now stood side by side at the point where must come the decision in this battle. 'I wish we might have a better view of it' complained Hervey. I'd no idea the sap was going to be this deep.'
'We'll be grateful of it when yon mine's sprung, sir. I never saw so much powder in my life. They only got the last keg in just before midnight.'
'We must hope for a good pile of stones to scramble up,' said Hugh Rose. 'It'll be the very devil if all it does is rearrange the wall.'
Hervey raised his eyebrows. It would not be the first time if that happened. 'Yes, indeed.' He turned and looked over his shoulder. 'Mr Green?' 'Sir?'
'The lieutenant-colonel has gone up the trench to be with General Reynell. You had better go up and be with him in case he has any orders.' 'Yes sir. Which way is 'up'?' Hervey was momentarily speechless.
'This way, Mr Green, sir,' said Armstrong equably, making to lead him past Hervey and Rose.
Johnson now wholly recovered the situation, whether intentionally or not. 'Tea, Mr 'Ervey?'
Hervey smiled – though it was still too dark for any to see. 'Do you think it is why I got a ball in the shoulder at
