"I can"t be killed! I can"t die!" He pulled off the shirt, tugged off his boots and pulled down his trousers.
"Now the foot cloths," Sharpe said.
Hakeswill sat and unwrapped the filthy strips and so was left white and naked under the terrible sun. Sharpe used the sword"s tip to pull the clothes into a pile. He would search them, extract the gems, then leave them.
"On your feet now, Obadiah," he said, encouraging the naked man with the sword"s reddened tip.
"I can"t die, Sharpie!" Hakeswill pleaded, his face racked by twitches.
"I can"t! You tried! The tigers wouldn"t eat me and the elephant wouldn"t kill me. You know why? Because I can"t die! I"ve got an angel, I do, my own soul"s angel and she looks after me." He shouted the words, and all the while he was being pressed backwards by the sword tip, and he danced on the rocks because they were so hot and his feet were bare.
"You can"t kill me. The angel looks after me. It"s Mother, Sharpie, that"s who the angel is, it"s Mother all white and shiny. No, Sharpie, no! I can"t die!" And the sword stabbed at his belly and Hakeswill jumped back, and jumped back again when the tip slashed at his scrawny ribs.
"They tried to hang me but they couldn"t!" he declared.
"I dangled and I danced, and the rope wouldn"t kill me, and here I am! I cannot die!" And then he screamed, because the sword had stabbed one last time and Hakeswill had stepped back to avoid the lunge, only this time there was no rock behind him, only a void, and he screamed as he fell into the shadows of the snake pit.
He screamed again as he hit the stone floor with a thump.
"I can"t die!" he shouted triumphantly, and stared up at the black shape of his enemy.
"I can"t die!" Hakeswill called again, then something sinuous and shadowy flickered to his left and he had no time to worry about Sharpe.
He screamed, because the snakes were staring at him with hard flat eyes.
"Sharpie!" he shouted.
"Sharpie!"
But Sharpe had gone to collect the pile of rags.
And Hakeswill was alone with the serpents.
Wellesley heard the distant cheers, but could not tell whether it was his own men who celebrated or the enemy who was making the noise. The smoke cloud that had hung so thick and constant beyond the fortress faded.
He waited.
The defenders on the south wall still fought. They fired their cannon at the 74th"s skirmish line which, because it was well spread out and sheltered by the rocks on the steep hillside, survived the sporadic cannonade. The smoke of the guns hung by the walls. Wellesley looked at his watch. Four o"clock. If the fort had not fallen, then it would soon be too late. Night would come and he would have to retreat ignominiously to the plain below. The intermittent crackle of muskets from the north told him that something was still happening, but whether it was men looting, or the sound of the defenders firing at defeated attackers, he could not tell.
Then the guns on the south wall fell silent. Their smoke lingered, then drifted away in the hot wind. Wellesley waited, expecting the cannon to fire again, but they remained quiet.
"Maybe they"ve run," he said. The green and gold flag still hung over the gate-tower, but Wellesley could see no defenders there.
"If the fortress has fallen, sir," Wallace pointed out, "then why aren"t they running out of this gate?"
"Because they know we"re here," Wellesley said, and took out his telescope. By mistake he had brought the new gla.s.s, the one he intended to give to Sharpe which had been engraved with the date of a.s.saye, and he put it to his eye and examined the southern wall. The embrasures were empty. The guns were still there, their blackened muzzles just showing, but no men.
"I think we shall advance, Wallace," Wellesley said, snapping the gla.s.s shut.
"It could be a trap, sir."
"We shall advance," Wellesley said firmly.
The 74th marched with colours flying, drummers beating and pipers playing. A battalion of sepoys followed, and the two regiments made a brave sight as they climbed the last stretch of the steep road, but still the great Southern Gate of Gawilghur was closed before them.
Wellesley spurred ahead, half expecting the defenders to spring a surprise and appear on the ramparts, but instead it was a redcoat who suddenly showed there and Wellesley"s heart leaped with relief. He could sail home to England with another victory in his pocket.
The redcoat on the wall slashed at the flag"s halyard and Wellesley watched as the green and gold banner fluttered down. Then the redcoat turned and shouted to someone inside the fortress.
Wellesley spurred his horse. Just as he and his aides came into the shadow of the gatehouse, the great gates began to open, hauled back by dirty-looking redcoats with stained faces and broad grins. An officer stood just beyond the arch and, as the General rode into sight, the officer brought his sword up in salute.
Wellesley returned the salute. The officer was drenched in blood, and the General hoped that was not a reflection of the army"s casualties.
Then he recognized the man.
"Mister Sharpe?" He sounded puzzled.
"Welcome to Gawilghur, sir," Sharpe said.
"I thought you"d been captured?"
"I escaped, sir. Managed to join the attack."
"So I see." Wellesley glanced ahead. The fort seethed with jubilant redcoats and he knew it would take till nightfall to restore order.
"You should see a surgeon, Mister Sharpe. I fear you"re going to carry a scar on your face." He remembered the telescope, but decided he would give it to Sharpe later and so, with a curt nod, he rode on.
Sharpe stood and watched the 74th march in. They had not wanted him, because he was not a gentleman. But, by G.o.d, he was a soldier, and he had opened the fort for them. He caught Urquhart"s eye, and Urquhart looked at the blood on Sharpe"s face and at the crusting scabs on Sharpe"s sword, then looked away.
"Good afternoon, Urquhart," Sharpe said loudly.
Urquhart spurred his horse.
"Good afternoon, Sergeant Colquhoun," Sharpe said.
Colquhoun marched doggedly on.
Sharpe smiled. He had proved whatever he had set out to prove, and what was that? That he was a soldier, but he had always known that. He was a soldier, and he would stay a soldier, and if that meant wearing a green jacket instead of a red, then so be it. But he was a soldier, and he had proved it in the heat and blood of Gawilghur. It was the fastness in the sky, the stronghold that could not fall, and now it was Sharpe"s fortress.
Historical Note
I have done the 94th, sometimes known as the Scotch Brigade, and their Light Company which was led by Captain Campbell, a great disservice, for it was they, and not Sharpe, who found the route up the side of the ravine and then across the Inner Fort"s wall at Gawil-ghur, and who then a.s.sailed the gatehouse from the inside and, by opening the succession of gates, allowed the rest of the attacking force into the fortress. Fictional heroes steal other men"s thunder, and I trust the Scots will forgive Sharpe. The Captain Campbell whose initiative broke Gawilghur"s defence was not the same Campbell who was one of Wellesley"s aides (and who had been the hero at Ahmednuggur).
The 33rd"s Light Company was not at Gawilghur; indeed the only British infantry there were Scottish regiments, the same Scotsmen who shocked Scindia"s army into rout at a.s.saye and took the brunt of the Arab attack at Argaum. Wellesley"s war against the Mahrattas, which ended in complete victory at Gawilghur, was thus won by Madra.s.si sepoys and Scottish Highlanders, and it was an extraordinary victory.
The battle of a.s.saye, described in Sharpe"s Triumph, was the engagement which destroyed the cohesion of the Mahratta Confederation. Scindia, the most powerful of the princes, was so shocked by the defeat that he sued for peace, while the Rajah of Berar"s troops, deserted by their allies, fought on. Undoubtedly their best strategy would have been an immediate retreat to Gawilghur, but Manu Bappoo must have decided that he could stop the British and so decided to make his stand at Argaum. The battle happened much as described in this novel; it began with an apparent Mahratta advantage when the sepoys on the right of Wellesley"s line panicked, but the General calmed them, brought them back, then launched his line to victory. The Scots, just as they had been at a.s.saye, were his shock troops, and they destroyed the Arab regiment that was the best of Bappoo"s infantry. There were no Cobras in Bappoo"s army, and though William Dodd existed, and was a renegade fugitive from the East India Company army, there is no record of his having served Berar. The survivors of Argaum retreated north to Gawilghur.
Gawilghur is still a mightily impressive fortress, sprawling over its vast headland high above the Deccan Plain. It is deserted now, and was never again to be used as a stronghold after the storming on 15 December 1803. The fort was returned to the Mahrattas after they made peace with the British, and they never repaired the breaches which are still there, and, though much overgrown, capable of being climbed. No such breaches remain in Europe, and it was instructive to discover just how steep they are, and how difficult to negotiate, even unenc.u.mbered by a musket or sword. The great iron gun which killed five of the attackers with a single shot still lies on its emplacement in the Inner Fort, though its carriage has long decayed and the barrel is disfigured with graffiti.