punished them.
Morris attached his scabbard to its slings and pulled his hat on. It was dark outside, and soon the oxen would drag the gab ions forward to the position Stokes had chosen for the breaching batteries. It would be a prime moment for the enemy to sally out of the fortress, so Morris and his company must form a picquet line ahead of the proposed batteries.
They must watch the fortress and, if an attack was made, they must resist it, then slowly fall back, protecting the sappers until the reserve troops, a battalion of sepoys, could be brought forward from the plateau. With any luck, Morris fervently hoped, the enemy would stay in bed.
'Evening, Morris! ' Major Stokes was indecently cheerful.
'Your lads are ready?'
'They are, sir.'
Stokes led Morris a few yards from his tent and stared towards the fortress that was nothing but a dark shape in the night beyond the closer blackness of the rocks.
'The thing is, ' Stokes said, 'that they're bound to see our lanterns and must hear the carts, so they're liable to unleash a pretty furious artillery barrage. Maybe rockets as well. But take no heed of it. Your only job is to watch for infantry coming from the gate.'
'I know, sir.'
'So don't use your muskets! I hear musket fire, Captain, and I think infantry. Then I send for the Madrassi lads, and the next moment the whole place is swarming with redcoats who can't tell who's who in the dark. So no firing, you understand? Unless you see enemy infantry.
Then send a message to me, fight the good fight and wait for support.'
Morris grunted. He had been told this twice already, and did not need the instructions a third time, but he still turned to the company which was paraded and ready.
'No one's to fire without my express permission, you understand?'
'They understands, sir, ' Hakeswill answered for the company.
'One musket shot without permission and the culprit's earned himself a skinned back, sir.'
Morris took the company forward, following the old road that led directly to the gateway of the Outer Fort. The night was horribly dark, and within a few paces of leaving the engineers' encampment, Morris could hardly see the road at all. His men's boots scuffed loud on the hard-packed stones. They went slowly, feeling their way and using what small light came from the merest sliver of moon that hung like a silver blade above Gawilghur.
'Permission to speak, sir?' Hakeswill's hoarse voice sounded close to Morris.
'Not too loud, Sergeant.'
'Like a mouse, sir, quiet I will be, but, sir, if we're here, does that mean we'll be joining the assault on the fort, sir?'
'God, no, ' Morris said fervently.
Hakeswill chuckled.
'I thought I should ask, sir, on account of making a will.'
'A will?' Morris asked.
'You need a will?'
'I have some wealth, ' Hakeswill said defensively. And soon, he reckoned, he would have even more, for he had cleverly confirmed his surmise that Sharpe's missing pack was in Major Stokes's keeping.
'You have some wealth, do you?' Morris asked sarcastically.
'And who the hell will you leave it to?'
'Your own self, sir, if you'll forgive me, sir. No family, apart from the army, sir, which is mother's milk to me.'
'By all means make your will, ' Morris said.
'Connors can draw one up for you.' Connors was the company clerk.
'I trust, of course, that the document proves redundant.'
'Whatever that means, sir, I hopes the same.'
The two men fell silent. The dark loom of the fortress was much closer now, and Morris was nervous. What was the point of this futile exercise anyway? He would be damned if he would be able to see any enemy infantrymen, not in this pitch black, unless the fools decided to carry a lantern. Some lights showed in Gawilghur. There was a glow above the Outer Fort that must have been cast by the fires and lights in the Inner Fort, while closer Morris could see a couple of flickering patches where fires or torches burned inside the nearer de fences But those scattered lights would not help him see an enemy force debouching from the gate.
'Far enough, ' he called. He was not really sure if he had gone close enough to the fort, but he had no fancy to go further, and so he stopped and hissed at Hakeswill to spread the men westwards across the isthmus.
'Five paces between each pair of men, Sergeant.'
'Five paces it is, sir.'
'If anyone sees or hears anything, they're to pass the message back here to me.'
'They'll do so, sir.'
'And no fool's to light a pipe, you hear me? Don't want the enemy spraying us with canister because some blockhead needs tobacco.'
'Your orders is noted, sir. And where would you want me, sir?'
'Far end of the line, Sergeant.' Morris was the sole officer with the company, for both his lieutenant and ensign had the fever and so had stayed in Mysore. But Hakeswill, he reckoned, was as good as any lieutenant.
'You can order men to fire if you're certain you see the enemy, but God help you if you're wrong.'
'Very good, sir, ' Hakeswill said, then hissed at the men to spread out. They vanished into the blackness. For a moment there was the sound of boots, the thump of musket stocks hitting rocks and the grunts as the redcoats settled, but then there was silence. Or near silence. The wind sighed at the cliff's edge while, from the fort, there drifted a plangent and discordant music that rose and fell with the wind's vagaries. Worse than bagpipes, Morris thought sourly.
The first axle squeals sounded as the oxen dragged the gab ions forward. The noise would be continuous now and, sooner or later, the enemy must react by opening fire. And what chance would he have of seeing anything then, Morris wondered. The gun flashes would blind him.
The first he would see of an enemy would be the glint of starlight on a blade. He spat. Waste of time.
«Morris!» a voice hissed from the dark.
'Captain Morris!»
«Here!» He turned towards the voice, which had come from behind him on the road back to the plateau.
'Here!»
'Colonel Kenny, ' the voice said, still in a sibilant whisper.
'Don't mind me prowling around.'
'Of course not, sir.' Morris did not like the idea of a senior officer coming to the picquet line, but he could hardly send the man away.
'Honoured to have you, sir, ' he said, then hissed a warning to his men.
'Senior officer present, don't be startled. Pass the word on.'
Morris heard Kenny's footsteps fade to his right. There was the low murmur of a brief conversation, then silence again, except for the demonic squeal of the ox-cart axles. A moment later a lantern light showed from behind the rocks where Stokes was making one of his main batteries. Morris braced himself for the enemy reaction, but the fortress stayed silent.
The noise grew louder as the sappers heaved the gab ions from the carts and manhandled them up onto the rocks to form the thick bastion. A man swore, others grunted and the great baskets thumped on stone.
Another lantern was unmasked, and this time the man carrying it stepped up onto the rocks to see where the gab ions were being laid. A voice ordered him to get down.
The fort at last woke up. Morris could hear footsteps hurrying along the nearer fire step and he saw a brief glow as a linstock was plucked from a barrel and blown into red life.
