"Bravo!" cries Lady Sale, clapping her hands. "You hear, gentlemen?"
There was a knot of the staff round Elphy"s palankeen, with Shelton in the middle of them, and they were none too pleased to hear the old dragon crowing at them. Shelton bristled up, and told me to hold my place and do as I was told.
"At your orders, sir," says I, mighty stiff, and Elphy joined in.
"No, no, Flashman," says he. "The Brigadier is right. We must preserve order." This, in the middle of a column that was a great sprawling ma.s.s of troops and people and animals, with no direction at all, and their baggage scattered. Mackenzie, coming up, told me that my party and his jezzailchis must flank the column closely, watching the likely places, and driving in hard when the Afghans appeared - what the Americans call "riding herd". You can guess what I thought of this, but I agreed heartily with Mac, especially when it came to picking out the most likely spots for attack, so that I could keep well clear of them. It was simple enough, really, for the Afghans would only come where we were not, and at this time they were less interested in killing soldiers than in cutting up the unarmed n.i.g.g.e.rs and pillaging the baggage animals.
They made pretty good practice at this during the morning, running in and slitting a throat and running off again. I did pretty well, hallooing to my lancers and thundering along the line of march, mostly near the headquarters section. Only once, when I was down by the rearguard, did I come face to face with a Ghazi; the fool must have mistook me for a n.i.g.g.e.r, in my poshteen and turban, for he came yelling down on a party of servants close by and cut up an old woman and a couple of brats. There was a troop of Shah"s cavalry not far off, so I couldn"t hang back; the Ghazi was on foot, so I let out a great roar and charged him, hoping he would sheer off at the sight of a mounted soldier. He did, too, and like an a.s.s I tried to ride him down, thinking it would be safe enough to have a swipe at him. But the brute whipped round and slashed at me with his Khyber knife, and only by the grace of G.o.d did I take the cut on my sabre. I drove on past him, and wheeled just in time to see one of my lancers charging in to skewer him beautifully. Still, I had a good hack at him, for luck, and was able to trot up the line presently looking stern, and with my point impressively b.l.o.o.d.y.
It had been a lesson to me, though, and I took even greater care to be out of distance whenever they made a sortie out of the hills. It was nerve-racking work, and it was all I could do to maintain a bold-looking front as the morning wore on; the brutes were getting braver all the time, and apart from their charges there was an uncomfortable amount of sniping taking place.
At last Elphy got fed up, and ordered a halt, which was the worst thing he could have done. Shelton swore and stamped, and said we must push on; it was our only hope to get through Khoord-Kabul before dark. But Elphy insisted we must stop and try and make some sort of peace with the Afghan leaders, and so stop the slow bleeding to death of the army at the hands of the hara.s.sing tribesmen. I was for this, and when Pottinger spotted a great ma.s.s of Afghans far up the slope, with Akbar at their head, he had no difficulty in persuading Elphy to send out messengers to him.
By G.o.d, I was sorry to be on hand when that happened, for of course Elphy"s eye lighted on me. There was nothing I could do about it, of course; when he said I must ride to Akbar and demand to know why the safe-conduct was not being observed, I had to listen to his orders as though my guts were not dissolving inside me, and say, "Very good, sir," in a steady voice. It was no easy task, I can tell you, for the thought of riding out to meet those ruffians chilled me to the backbone. What was worse, Pottinger said I should go alone, for the Afghans might mistake a party for an attacking force.
I could have kicked Pottinger"s fat backside for him; he was so d.a.m.ned full of self-importance, standing there looking like Jesus Christ, with his lovely brown beard and whiskers. But I just had to nod as though it was all in the day"s work; there was a fair crowd round, for the women-folk and English families naturally clung as close to Elphy"s presence as they could - much to Shelton"s annoyance - and half the officers in the main body had come up to see what was happening. I noticed Betty Parker, in a camel howdah, looking bewildered and mimmish until she caught my eye, when she looked quickly away.
So I made the best of it. As I wheeled my pony I shouted out to Gentleman Jim Skinner:
"If I don"t come back, Jim, settle Akbar Khan for me, will you?"
Then I clapped in the spurs and went at the slope h.e.l.l-for-leather; the faster I went the less chance I stood of getting picked off, and I had a feeling that the closer I got to Akbar Khan the safer I should be.
Well, it was right enough; no one came near me, and the Ghazi parties on the hill just stared as I swept by; as I came up towards where Akbar sat his horse before his host - for there must have been five or six hundred of them - he waved to me, which was a cheering sight.
"Back again, prince of messengers," he sings out. "What news from Elfistan Sahib?"
I pulled up before him, feeling safer now that I was past the Ghazi outliers. I didn"t believe Akbar would let me be harmed, if he could help it.
"No news," says I. "But he demands to know if this is how you keep faith, setting on your men to pillage our goods and murder our people."
"Did you not tell him?" says he, jovial as ever. "He himself broke faith, by leaving Kabul before the escort was ready for him. But here it is -" and he gestured at the ranks behind him "- and he may go forward in peace and safety."
If this was true, it was the best news I had heard in months. And then, glancing past him at the ranks behind, I felt as though I had been kicked in the stomach: immediately in his rear, and glaring at me with his wolf smile, was my old enemy, Gul Shah. Seeing him there was like a dash of cold water in the face; here was one Afghan who did not want to see Flashman, at least, depart in peace and safety.
Akbar saw my look, and laughed. Then he brought his horse up closer to mine, so that we were out of earshot, and said: "Have no fear of Gul Shah. He no longer makes mistakes, such as the one which was almost so unfortunate for yourself. I a.s.sure you, Flashman, you need not mind him. Besides, his little snakes are all back in Kabul."
"You"re wrong," says I. "There are a d.a.m.ned lot of them sitting either side of him."
Akbar threw back his head, and laughed again, flashing those white teeth.
"I thought the Gilzais were friends of yours," says he.
"Some of them," says I. "Not Gul Shah"s."
"It is a pity," says Akbar, "for you know that Gul is now Khan of Mogala? No? Oh, the old man - died, as old men will. Gul has been very close to me, as you know, and as a reward for faithful service I granted him the lordship."
"And Ilderim?" I asked.
"Who is Ilderim? A friend of the British. It is not fashionable, Flashman, greatly though I deplore it, and I need friends myself- strong friends, like Gul Shah."
Well, it didn"t matter to me, but I was sorry to see Gul Shah advanced, and sorrier still to see him here, watching me the way a snake watches a mouse.
"But Gul is difficult to please, you know," Akbar went on. "He and many others would gladly see your army destroyed, and it is all I can do to hold them back. Oh, my father is not yet King again in Afghanistan; my power is limited. I can guarantee you safe-conduct from the country only on conditions, and I fear that my chiefs will make those conditions harsher the longer Elfistan Sahib resists them."
"As I understand it," says I, "your word is pledged already."
"My word? Will that heal a cut throat? I talk of what is; I expect Elfistan Sahib to do the same. I can see him safe to Jallalabad if he will deliver up six hostages to me here, and promises me that Sale will leave Jallalabad before your army reaches it."
"He can"t promise that," I protested. "Sale isn"t under his command now; he"ll hold Jallalabad till he is given orders from India to leave."
Akbar shrugged. "These are the terms. Believe me, old friend, Elfistan Sahib must accept them - he must!" And he thumped his fist against my shoulder. "And for you, Flashman; if you are wise you will be one of the six hostages. You will be safer with me than down yonder." He grinned, and reined back his pony. "Now, go with G.o.d, and come again soon with a wise answer."
Well, I knew better than to expect any such thing from Elphy Bey, and sure enough, when I carried Akbar"s message to him he croaked and dithered in his best style. He must consider, he said, and in the meantime the army was so exhausted and confused that we should march no farther that day. It was only two o"clock.
Shelton flew into a great pa.s.sion at this, and stormed at Elphy that we must press on. One more good march would take us through Khoord-Kabul Pa.s.s and, what was more important, out of the snow, for beyond the pa.s.s the ground dropped away. If we spent another night in the freezing cold, said Shelton, the army must die.
So they argued and wrangled, and Elphy had his way. We stayed where we were, thousands of shivering wretches on a snow-swept road, with nearly half our food already gone, no fuel left, and some of the troops even reduced to burning their muskets and equipment to try to keep a tiny flicker of warmth in their numb bodies. The n.i.g.g.e.rs died in droves that night, for the mercury was far below freezing, and the troops kept alive only by huddling together in huge groups, burrowing in among each other like animals.
I had my blankets, and enough dried meat in my saddle-bags not to go hungry. The lancers and I slept in a tight ring, as the Afghans do, with our cloaks above; Hudson had seen to it that each man carried a flask of rum, and so we kept out the cold tolerably well.
In the morning we were covered with snow, and when I clambered out and saw the army, thinks I, this is as far as we"ll go. Most of them were too frozen to move at first, but when the Afghans were seen gathering on the slopes in the dawn light, the camp-followers flew into a panic and blundered off down the road in a great mob. Shelton managed to heave the main body of troops up in their wake, and so we stumbled on, like a great wounded animal with no brain and no heart, while the crackle of that h.e.l.lish sniping started afresh, and the first casualties of the day began to totter from the ranks to die in the drifts on either side.
From other accounts of that frightful march that I have read - mostly Mackenzie"s and Lawrence"s and Lady Sale"s(18) - I can fit a few of my recollections into their chronicle, but in the main it is just a terrible, b.l.o.o.d.y nightmare even now, more than sixty years after. Ice and blood and groans and death and despair, and the shrieks of dying men and women and the howling of the Ghazis and Gilzais. They rushed and struck, and rushed and struck again, mostly at the camp-followers, until it seemed there was a slashed brown body every yard of the way. The only place of safety was in the heart of Shelton"s main body, where the sepoys still kept some sort of order; I suggested to Elphy when we set off that I and my lancers should ride guard on the womenfolk, and he agreed at once. It was a wise move on my part, for the attacks on the flanks were now so frequent that the work we had been doing yesterday was becoming fatally dangerous. Mackenzie"s jezzailchis were cut to ribbons stemming the sorties.
As we neared Khoord-Kabul the hills rose up on either side, and the mouth of that awful pa.s.s looked like a gateway into h.e.l.l. Its walls were so stupendous that the rocky bottom was in perpetual twilight; the dragging tread of the army, the bellowing of the beasts, the shouts and groans and the boom of shots echoed and rang from its cliffs. The Afghans were on the ledges, and when Anquetil saw them he halted the vanguard, because it seemed certain death to go on.
There was more consulting and arguing around Elphy, until Akbar and his people were seen among the rocks near the pa.s.s mouth. Then I was sent off again, and it was to tell him that at last Elphy had seen reason: we would give up six hostages, on condition that Akbar called off his killers. He agreed, clapping me on the shoulders and swearing that all should now be well; I should come as one of the hostages, he said, and a merry time we would have of it. I was torn two ways about this; the farther away I could keep from Gul Shah, the better; on the other hand, how safe would it be to remain with the army?
It was settled for me, for Elphy himself called on Mackenzie, Lawrence, and Pottinger to give themselves over to Akbar. They were among the best we had, and I suppose he thought Akbar would be the more impressed by them. Anyway, if Akbar kept his word it did not matter much who remained with the army, since it would not have to fight its way to Jallalabad. Lawrence and Pottinger agreed at once; Mac took a little longer. He had been a trifle cool with me - I suppose because my lancers had not shared the fighting that day, and his folk had been so badly mauled. But he said nothing, and when Elphy put it to him he didn"t answer, but stood staring out over the snow. He was in a sad pa.s.s, with his turban gone and his hair all awry, his poshteen spattered with blood and a drying wound on the back of his hand.
Presently he drew his sword, and dropped it point first into the ground, and walked over without a word to join Pottinger and Lawrence. Watching his tall figure moving away I felt a little chill touch me; being a ruffian, perhaps I know a good man when I see one better than most, and Mac was one of the mainstays of our force. A d.a.m.ned prig, mind you, and given to immense airs, but as good a soldier - for what that"s worth - as I"ve met.
Akbar wanted Shelton as well, but Shelton wouldn"t have it.
"I trust that black b.a.s.t.a.r.d as far as I"d trust a pi-dog," says he. "Anyway, who"s to look after the army if I"m gone?"
"I shall be in command still," says Elphy, taken aback.
"Aye," says Shelton, "that"s what I mean."
This started another bickering match, of course, which ended with Shelton turning on his heel and stumping off, and Elphy whining about discipline. And then the order to march sounded again, and we turned our faces towards Khoord-Kabul.
At first it was well enough, and we were unmolested. It looked as though Akbar had his folk under control, and then suddenly the jezzails began to crack from the ledges, and men began to fall, and the army staggered blindly in the snow. They were pouring fire into the pa.s.s at almost point-blank range, and the n.i.g.g.e.rs began to scream and run, and the troops broke their ranks, with Shelton bawling, and then in a moment everyone was running or riding full tilt through that h.e.l.lish defile. It was just a great wild rush, and the devil take the hindmost; I saw a camel with two white women and two children shot, and it staggered into the snow and threw them out. An officer ran to help, and went down with a ball in his belly, and then the crowd surged over them all. I saw a Gilzai mounted warrior seize on a little girl of about six and swing her up screaming to his saddlebow and make off; she kept shrieking "Mummy! Mummy!" as he bore her away. Sepoys were throwing down their muskets and running blindly forward, and I saw an officer of the Shah"s Cavalry riding in among them, belabouring them with the flat of his sword and yelling his head off. Baggage was being flung recklessly away, the drivers were abandoning their animals, no one had any thought but to rush through the pa.s.s as fast as possible, away from that withering fire.
I can"t say I wasted much time myself: I put my head down to my pony"s neck, dug in my heels and went like billy-be-d.a.m.ned, threading through the pack and praying to G.o.d I wasn"t hit by a stray ball. The Afghan ponies are as sure-footed as cats, and she never stumbled once. Where my lancers were I had no idea, not that I cared; it was every man (and woman) for himself, and I wasn"t too particular who I rode over in my flight. It was nip and tuck like a steeplechase, with the shots crashing and echoing and thousands of voices yelling; only once did I check for an instant, when I saw young Lieutenant Stuart shot out of his saddle; he rolled into a drift and lay there screaming, but it would have done no good to stop. No good to Flashy, anyway, and that was what mattered.
How long it took to make the pa.s.sage I don"t know, but when the way began to widen and the ma.s.s of fugitives ahead and around began to slow down I reined in to take stock. The firing had slackened, and Anquetil"s vanguard were forming up to cover the flight of those still coming behind. Presently there was a great mob streaming out of the defile, troops and people all mixed together, and when they reached the light of day they just collapsed in the snow, dead beat.