"Four ranks," Morris said.
"Into ranks! Quick now!" Sergeant Green snapped. An howitzer sh.e.l.l arced overhead then plummeted towards the fort trailing its wisp of fuse smoke. Sharpe heard the sh.e.l.l explode, then watched another sh.e.l.l follow. A man dashed out of the ranks into the rocks, lowered his trousers and emptied his bowels. Everyone pretended not to notice until the smell struck them, then they jeered as the embarra.s.sed man went back to his place.
"That"s enough!" Green said.
A sepoy drummer with an old-fashioned mitred shako on his head gave his drum a couple of taps, while a piper from the Scotch Brigade filled his bag then settled the instrument under his elbow. Colonel Kenny was looking at his watch. The guns fired on, their smoke drifting down to the waiting men. The sepoy with the flag was at the front of the forming column, and Sharpe guessed the enemy must be able to see the bright tip of the colour above the rocky crest.
Sharpe took the bayonet from his belt and slotted it onto the musket.
He was not wearing the sabre that Ahmed had stolen from Morris, for he knew the weapon would be identifiable, and so he had a tulwar that he had borrowed from Syud Sevajee. He did not trust the weapon. He had seen too many Indian blades break in combat. Besides he was used to a musket and bayonet.
"Fix bayonets!" Morris ordered, prompted by the sight of Sharpe"s blade.
"And save your fire till you"re hard in the breach," Sharpe added.
"You"ve got one shot, lads, so don"t waste it. You won"t have time to reload till you"re through both walls."
Morris scowled at this unasked-for advice, but the men seemed grateful for it, just as they were grateful that they were not in the front ranks of Kenny"s force. That honour had gone to the Grenadier Company of the 94th who thus formed the Forlorn Hope. Usually the Hope, that group of men who went first into a breach to spring the enemy traps and fight down the immediate defenders, was composed of volunteers, but Kenny had decided to do without a proper Forlorn Hope. He wanted to fill the breaches quickly and so overwhelm the de fences by numbers, and thus hard behind the Scotch Brigade"s grenadiers were two more companies of Scots, then came the sepoys and Morris"s men. Hard and fast, Kenny had told them, hard and fast.
Leave the wounded behind you, he had ordered, and just get up the d.a.m.ned breaches and start killing.
The Colonel looked at his watch a last time, then snapped its lid shut and put it into a pocket. He took a breath, hefted his sword, then shouted one word.
"Now!"
And the flag went forward across the crest and behind it came a wave of men who hurried towards the walls.
For a few seconds the fortress was silent, then the first rocket was fired. It seared towards the advancing troops, trailing its plume of thick smoke, then abruptly twisted and climbed into the clear sky.
Then the guns began.
Colonel William Dodd saw the errant rocket twist into the sky, falter amidst a growing tumult of its own smoke, then fall. Manu Bappoo"s guns began to fire and Dodd knew, though he could not see over the loom of the Outer Fort, that the British attack was coming.
"Gopal!" he called to his second in command.
"Sahib?"
"Close the gates."
"Sahib?" Gopal frowned at the Colonel. It had been agreed with Manu Bappoo that the four gates that barred the entranceway to the Inner Fort would be left open so that the defenders of the Outer Fort could retreat swiftly if it was necessary. Dodd had even posted a company to guard the outermost gate to make sure that no British pursuers could get in behind Manu Bappoo"s men, yet now he was suggesting that the gates should be shut?
"You want me to close them, sahib?" Gopal asked, wondering if he had misheard.
"Close them, bar them and forget them," Dodd said happily, "and pull the platoon back inside the fort. I have another job for them."
"But, sahib, if-" "You heard me, Jemadar! Move!"
Gopal ran to do Dodd"s bidding, while the Colonel himself walked along the fire step that edged the entranceway to make certain that his orders were being obeyed. He watched, satisfied, as the troops guarding the outer gate were brought back into the fortress and then as, one by one, the four vast gates were pushed shut. The great locking bars, each as thick as a man"s thigh, were dropped into their metal brackets. The Outer Fort was now isolated. If Manu Bappoo repelled the British then it would be a simple matter to open the gates again, but if he lost, and if he fled, then he would find himself trapped between Dodd"s Cobras and the advancing British.
Dodd walked to the centre of the fire step and there climbed onto an embrasure so that he could talk to as many of his men as possible.
"You will see that I have shut the gates," he shouted, "and they will stay shut!
They will not be opened except by my express permission. Not if all the maharajahs of India stand out there and demand entrance! The gates stay shut. Do you understand?"
The white-coated soldiers, or at least those few who spoke some English, nodded while the rest had Dodd"s orders translated. None showed much interest in the decision. They trusted their Colonel, and if he wanted the gates kept closed, then so be it.
Dodd watched the smoke thicken on the far side of the Outer Fort. A grim struggle was being waged there, but it was nothing to do with him.
He would only begin to fight when the British attacked across the ravine, but their attacks would achieve nothing. The only way into the Inner Fort was through the gates, and that was impossible. The British might batter down the first gate with cannon fire, but once through the arch they would discover that the entranceway turned sharply to the left, so their gun could not fire through the pa.s.sage to batter down the three other doors. They would have to fight their way up the narrow pa.s.sage, try to destroy the successive gates with axes, and all the while his men would be pouring slaughter on them from the flanking walls.
"Sahib?" Gopal called, and Dodd turned to see that the Jemadar was pointing up the path that led to the palace. Beny Singh had appeared on the path, flanked by a servant carrying a parasol to protect the Killadar from the hot sun.
"Send him up here, Jemadar!" Dodd shouted back.
Dodd felt a quiet exaltation at the neatness of his tactics. Manu Bappoo was already cut off from safety, and only Beny Singh was now left as a rival to Dodd"s supremacy. Dodd was tempted to cut the Killadar down here and now, but the murder would have been witnessed by members of the garrison who were still loyal to Beny Singh, and so instead Dodd greeted the Killadar with a respectful bow.
"What"s happening?" Beny Singh demanded. He was breathing hard from the effort of climbing to the fire step then he cried out in dismay because the guns on the southern wall of the Outer Fort, those guns that overlooked the ravine, had suddenly opened fire to pump gouts of grey white smoke.
"I fear, sahib," Dodd said, "that the enemy are overwhelming the fort."
"They"re doing what?" The Killadar, who was dressed for battle in a clean white robe girdled by a red c.u.mmerbund and hung with a jewelled scabbard, looked horrified. He watched the smoke spread across the ravine. He was puzzled because it was not at all clear what the nearer guns were firing at.
"But the enemy can"t get in here!"
"There are other British soldiers approaching, sahib," Dodd said, and he pointed to the smoke cloud above the ravine. The guns on the near side of the Outer Fort, most of them small three- and five-pounder cannon, were aiming their pieces westwards, which meant that British troops must be approaching up the steep road which led from the plain.
Those troops were still out of Dodd"s sight, but the gunnery from the Outer Fort was eloquent proof of their presence.
"There must be redcoats coming towards the ravine," Dodd explained, "and we never foresaw that the British might a.s.sault in more than one place." Dodd told the lie smoothly. "I have no doubt they have men coming up the southern road too."
"They do," the Killadar confirmed.
Dodd shuddered, as though the news overwhelmed him with despair.
"We shall do our best," he promised, "but I cannot defend everything at once. I fear the British will gain the victory this day." He bowed to the Killadar again.
"I am so very sorry, sahib. But you can gain an immortal reputation by joining the fight. We might lose today"s battle, but in years to come men will sing songs about the defiance of Beny Singh. And how better for a soldier to die, sahib, than with a sword in his hand and his enemies dead about his feet?"
Beny Singh blanched at the thought.
"My daughters!" he croaked.
"Alas," Dodd said gravely, "they will become soldiers" toys. But you should not worry, sahib. In my experience the prettiest girls usually find a soldier to defend them. He is usually a big man, crude and forceful, but he stops the other men from raping his woman, except his friends, of course, who will be allowed some liberties. I am sure your wives and daughters will find men eager to protect them."
Beny Singh fled from Dodd"s rea.s.surances. Dodd smiled as the
Killadar ran, then turned and walked towards Hakeswill who was posted in the bastion above the innermost gate. The Sergeant had been issued with a sword to accompany his black sash. He slammed to attention as Dodd approached him.