On His Majesty's Service

‘Mrs Hervey, confound it!’ He sighed. ‘No woman can be entirely content to leave her native shore, but I have every hope that Mrs Hervey will be content enough. See, can we return to the question?’

‘Tha didn’t ask me a question, sir.’

Hervey opened both eyes and sat up. ‘Perhaps I didn’t. My question is would you be content to come with me to Gibraltar?’

Johnson made a little ‘ha!’ of astonishment. ‘What choice do I ’ave, sir? I’m thy groom, an’ if tha goes to Gibraltar ah’ll ’ave to come wi’ thee.’

‘Charmingly put, Johnson, but in point of fact I cannot compel you to change regiments. It is against the terms of your enlistment.’

‘I didn’t know I ’ad any terms.’

‘Not many, it’s true,’ replied Hervey, with a smile. ‘But that’s one of them, since you enlisted before “General Service”.’

‘Why can’t I stay wi’ t’regiment and come to Gibraltar?’

‘It doesn’t work like that.’

‘I’d rather I didn’t ’ave a say then.’

‘Does that mean you are content?’

Johnson put down the fork. ‘Ay, sir. Gibraltar sounds all right.’

‘It would mean you would have to be corporal. It would not do for the commanding officer to be served by a private-man.’

Johnson screwed his face up. ‘Just as long as ah’d not ’ave to do duties.’

‘You would not. The RSM would not dare touch a hair of your head.’

‘Right then.’

Hervey lay back and closed his eyes again. ‘It will give me the greatest satisfaction to know that, when I write the letter.’

‘An’ Captain Fairbrother’ll be coming?’

‘He will.’

‘An’ Sar’nt-Major Armstrong?’

‘That I can’t say. Or anyone else, for that matter.’

‘Well, as long as tha’s ’appy, sir, everyone else’ll be.’

‘I saw it all, Colonel Hervey, from the sloop. A gallant affair by the Azov, if ultimately to no advantage.’ General Wachten was just returned from the redoubts, and had bidden Hervey to the headquarters.

‘Not without moral effect, however, I should say, General.’

‘True. The Turk cavalry were lacking in all dash. I never witnessed anything so feeble. That must in no small part be on account of their rough handling by the Cossacks.’

The wild Turkish charge, the fear of centuries, seemed just that – a thing of the past. Hervey wondered if the whole army had become a slave to ‘progress’. Why did the sipahis now carry the lance when from time immemorial the scimitar had been the natural extension of the Turk hand? Why had they let the foreign officers of instruction make them ride long instead of with the traditional shovel stirrup? The descendants of Saladin might well bump along the parade ground prettily enough, but they appeared to have lost all quickness in the saddle. Was it the belief of the Mansure that observing the outward forms and details of European practice was the magic charm that ensured victory? Hervey was quite decided in his opinion if the experience of the past days was a faithful guide.

‘It is well that the Tsar has chosen to strike now,’ continued Wachten, ‘before the Sultan is able to make his army in our image – if such a thing is possible.’ He drained his glass of wine, which a servant at once replenished (and then Hervey’s), and unbuttoned his collar. ‘Your cornet is receiving all the assistance and comforts we can afford him, I am assured. I rely on you, Colonel, to tell me personally if there is any deficiency.’

‘You may rely on it, thank you, General; but the sisters have him excessively well disposed. Admirable women.’ Hervey took a sip of his claret, as if to indicate that he intended changing the subject. ‘You asked for my opinion of the defences, General. I have but two observations.’

‘Proceed.’

Hervey put down his glass and took out a notebook, though he had no need to consult it. ‘Both gunboats are well placed to sweep the approaches to the walls of the town, but neither of them could support the redoubts this afternoon, as I understood they were meant to be able to do.’

Wachten held up a hand. ‘I saw for myself. I have given orders for a second sloop to be moored to the east, broadside to them. It will take but a day or so.’

Hervey nodded. ‘My other is, I think, only fully observable from those very approaches – which occurred to me as we were making our way back to the redoubt this afternoon. If the western – ‘B’ – redoubt were under assault, it would be possible to assail the Turk in the flank from landwards with such surprise as I think might have decisive result. Nor need the attack be in great strength – the strelki’s effect was out of all proportion to their number. They could be embarked at the old battery here in the town and hauled by steam round the promontory without discovery and disembark south of the eastern redoubt. I think, from what I have observed so far, the sudden fire from so unexpected a quarter could only shock the Turk greatly, and at very little peril to the attacker since he would have the redoubt on which to fall back if events went ill for him.’

A smile crept across Wachten’s face. ‘A capital idea, Colonel Hervey – and one that has the merit of not requiring me to weaken the town’s defences at the outset. I shall instruct the colonels of the Pavlovsk and the Azov to make the arrangements forthwith. I chide myself at not having seen the possibility before.’

Hervey raised a hand. ‘With respect, General, when the enemy is at your heels, as he was today, possibilities suggest themselves!’

Wachten laughed. ‘You will dine with me, Colonel?’

Hervey shook his head. ‘The general is very kind, but if he will excuse me, I had intended dining with my captain so that we may speak of arrangements for the morning – and seeing my cornet again.’

‘Then you shall join me tomorrow night, and your captain. Colonel Vedeniapine will join us too. We shall make merry.’

‘I am honoured. I have a request meanwhile, General. I have letters for London, and I understand a frigate leaves for Kherson in the morning.’

Wachten nodded. ‘By all means. The letters may go with the Ordnance courier for St Petersburg.’

At their billet, Johnson was just beginning to grow anxious. He had acquired a goose, and roasted it a good while, with onions and rice. Fairbrother had been sitting for an hour with a bottle of burgundy sent by the Cossacks, eating cheese and reading Hazlitt’s Notes of a Journey through France and Italy.

Hervey returned looking preoccupied. ‘Forgive me, Fairbrother; Wachten was most insistent on every detail. He was just back from the trenches. And afterwards I went to the infirmary to see how was Agar.’

Before Fairbrother could make reply, Johnson exercised his right of regimental seniority. ‘Sir, yon goose’ll be like old boots, it’s been roasting so long. Sit down, sir, please – an’ Cap’n Fairbrother an’ all, sir. I’m bringin’ it now.’

Fairbrother would have said that it was not by his choice that he was not seated already, but thought better of it. Hervey simply took his place as bidden.

Johnson returned at once with a silver tray on which sat the deep-bronzed goose.

‘It has the appearance of perfection, Johnson. You excel yourself,’ said Hervey, keen to make amends.

‘Well, it would’ve been even more perfect ’alf an ’our ago. Anyway, there’s enough fat run off to keep us a month.’

‘And rice, it would appear,’ said Fairbrother, eyeing the white mountain which the Bulgar youth they had engaged was placing on the sideboard.

‘That’s because it all fell out o’ t’sack into t’copper, sir, an’ it were too ’ot to fish out.’

‘I did not mean to complain,’ replied Fairbrother, gravely. ‘I am excessively attached to rice – as much as I am excessively disobliged by potatoes.’

Johnson had started carving. ‘Just as well we’re off to Gibraltar, then, sir, an’ not I’land,’ he chuntered.