The Generals r-2

by Simon Scarrow

  Berthier coughed.‘By us? How can we change anything from here, sir? You’ve said it yourself, we have been abandoned by the Directory. They might as well have forgotten we exist.’

  ‘Very well, then,’ Napoleon responded. ‘If we can’t influence events from Egypt, then we must return to France.’

  Murat laughed. ‘Return to France? And how do you propose we do that, sir? March the army back into Syria, through Turkey, across the Balkans, over the Alps, and back through Italy? I warrant we’d get as far as the Sinai before the troops mutinied and shot us all.’

  ‘Then we go by ourselves, and leave the army here.’

  The three generals looked at Napoleon in shocked silence. It was Lannes who responded first. ‘Abandon the army?’

  ‘They would hardly be abandoned,’ Napoleon countered. ‘I will leave Kléber in command. After the defeat at Aboukir Bay it’ll be a while before the Turks mount any further invasions. If the situation here worsens then the army can be evacuated at a later date. I give my word on that.’

  ‘As long as you can persuade the Directory to send the ships.’

  ‘My dear Lannes.’ Napoleon smiled. ‘I think the Directory is a spent force in France. The people, and more important the army, are desperate for a change. They crave a government with the will to act decisively and save the revolution. France needs strong men, now more than ever. It is our patriotic duty to return to France and do what we can to save her.’

  There was a moment’s silence before Berthier said, ‘My general, you know I would follow you anywhere, but what exactly do you intend to do if . . . when we reach France, when we reach Paris?’

  ‘It’s impossible to say exactly. We’ll have to see what the situation is when we arrive. But let’s assume, for the moment, that conditions are ripe for leading France in a new direction.’ Napoleon’s eyes glinted as he opened his hands to gesture to his three subordinates.‘Why should it not be we who determine the course of that new direction? Are we not patriots? Have we not risked our lives for France on the battlefield? Who better, or more deserving, to lead the nation forward to victory, and peace?’

  Lannes shook his head. ‘You are talking treason, sir.’

  ‘Treason? What have I ever done to betray France? No.This is not treason. Treason is what those corrupt politicians in Paris practise every day they mismanage the war and drive our people into poverty.’ Napoleon stabbed his finger down on the table. ‘The time for change has come, Lannes. All that matters now is to determine which side you are on.’

  Lannes looked at Napoleon with a hurt expression. ‘General, I am on your side, and at your side, whatever happens, until the day I die.’

  Napoleon nodded. ‘Thank you. And you, Berthier? Murat? Are you with me?’

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘Then it is settled. Never forget, my friends, that we do this for France, and for no other reason.’

  ‘When do we leave?’ asked Berthier. ‘I will need time to plan for the transfer of authority to Kléber, and to brief my replacement here.’

  ‘There will be no mention of this to anyone outside this room,’ said Napoleon. ‘If word got out then the morale of the men would sink like a rock. We’d risk a mutiny.’ He lowered his voice a little. ‘There are two frigates at Alexandria, provisioned and ready to sail at a moment’s notice. In addition to you three, I will be taking my personal servant, Roustam, some of my household staff, a few good officers and two hundred picked men of the guides. None of them are in the know. Tomorrow, we leave Cairo, ostensibly on a tour of our outposts on the Nile delta. We will make straight for Alexandria, board the ships and set sail.’

  Berthier was stunned. ‘But when will you inform Kléber?’

  ‘I will send him a message as we embark.’

  Lannes took a sharp breath. ‘Can you imagine how he will react? The man will be incandescent.’

  ‘That can’t be helped,’ replied Napoleon. ‘We have to put France first, ahead of our friends and comrades. It is painful, shameful even. I accept that, but it is necessary. I am sure all of you understand that. Now, time is short, my friends. You must take as little away with you as possible; we cannot afford to arouse suspicion. Be ready to leave at dawn tomorrow.’

  ‘How long will you be away?’ asked Pauline as Napoleon dressed himself beside their bed by the light of a lamp. Outside the sun had not yet risen.

  ‘No more than two weeks.’

  ‘Good. After last night, I can hardly wait to have you back in my arms.’ She smiled dreamily, recalling the frenzied lovemaking, and the tenderness of her general as she lay in his arms afterwards. She raised her arms towards him.‘One last kiss, before you go.’

  Napoleon hesitated as he looked down at her. Pauline lay there, in the twisted sheets, with all the drowsy beauty and allure of the recently awoken, and he felt his passion for her stirring again. Only now it was tempered by the imminence of his betrayal. Still, it was better that she suspected nothing. Napoleon smiled, climbed on to the bed and kissed her on the mouth, responding in kind as Pauline’s tongue darted between his lips.At length he eased himself up, picked up his hat and sash and made for the door.

  ‘Don’t take too long, my love,’ Pauline called softly after him. ‘Return as soon as you can.’

  ‘I will,’ Napoleon replied, and then the door closed behind him.

  Outside, in the courtyard, the rest of the officers and men were waiting for their commander. Napoleon mounted his horse and urged it forward.As the small column headed out of the gate, he glanced back once, and saw, as he knew he would, Pauline’s silhouette at the window of their bedchamber. She waved and blew him a kiss, and he lifted his hat, and then turned his back on her and spurred his horse into a trot as he led his companions down the darkened street.

  Chapter 46

  Arthur

  Amboor, India, February 1799

  When General Harris and his army reached the range of hills known as the eastern Ghats they found the reinforcements sent by the Nizam waiting for them. True to the word of the new treaty he had signed with Britain, the Nizam had sent the six Company battalions in addition to several of the units formerly commanded by French officers, and over ten thousand cavalry. The army was under the command of the Nizam’s senior minister, Mear Allum, and was almost as large as that of General Harris.When they marched to war against Tipoo, Harris decided, they would advance in separate columns so as not to make the entire force too unwieldy.

  As the general explained at a briefing to his senior officers, ‘This is the first time that a British army has been able to operate independently in India, thanks to the arrangements that Colonel Wellesley was able to make with the brinjarri merchants. The difficulty is that, in addition to the soldiers, we will have over a hundred thousand camp followers. If we marched in one formation the vanguard would have made camp and turned in for the night long before the rearguard even struck their tents.’

  It was no exaggeration, but even so a number of the officers smiled at the image and Harris indulged them before reluctantly moving on to the unavoidable implication of marching in two columns. He coughed, then looked around the tent before his gaze fixed on the slight figure of Mear Allum, neatly dressed in flowing white robes. ‘Even though the Nizam places great faith in Mear Allum, as do I, we have agreed that the Nizam’s army would benefit from having a King’s regiment assigned to it, and a British officer to act as adviser to its commander, Mear Allum.’

  The Nizam’s senior minister nodded politely. ‘I thank you for your most courteous and generous description of my role, but I will be commander in name only.The day to day running of the Nizam’s army, and the command of it in battle, will be the job of the British officer.’

  ‘As you say.’ General Harris bowed his head and smiled at Mear Allum. ‘And I thank you, and the Nizam, for your forbearance in this matter. While I have every confidence in the men and officers of the Nizam’s army, it is essential that they are commanded by someone familiar with the op
erational practices of the British army. My original intention was to appoint Colonel Ashton to the post, and since - tragically - he is no longer with us, the logical choice for the position is Colonel Wellesley.’

  Arthur had been honest enough with himself to admit that he craved the appointment, but since there were several officers senior to him in the army, he had thought that his aspiration was futile. Now he was genuinely surprised and started in his seat.

  ‘Me, sir?’

  General Harris smiled. ‘Yes, Colonel. Of course, I am aware that there are officers here with more experience, and seniority, than you, but in my view such men will be most needed in the main column, under my command. Since they are in charge of more than one regiment, to detach any one of these officers would disrupt the order of battle, whereas you are a regimental commander, and therefore both you and the 33rd can be detached without undue restructuring of the chain of command.’

  It was a carefully worked response and Arthur quicky realised that the explanation was designed to appease those officers who held higher rank than he did.

  ‘Begging your pardon, sir,’ a deep voice boomed from the side of the tent, and everyone turned towards the massive figure of Major General David Baird. Baird was well known to those who had served in India for any length of time. He had a reputation as a fine soldier: brave, strong and with an endurance that had seen him through three years of captivity in the dungeons of Seringapatam.

  ‘You have something to say about the appointment?’ asked General Harris.

  Baird’s neck stiffened as he folded his arms and responded. ‘Indeed, sir. The scope of responsibility offered by the post is far from insignificant. Why, the man chosen would be in effective command of a force of over twenty thousand men! That is no command for a mere colonel, sir.’ Baird paused and glanced towards Arthur. ‘No offence meant there, Wellesley.You’re as fine a young fellow as any man who might make general one day. But this ain’t the time.’ He turned back to Harris.‘It’s a job for a more senior officer, sir. That’s as clear as day.’

  ‘Someone like yourself, perhaps?’

  Baird shrugged his broad shoulders. ‘Me, or an officer of my rank. But since I have had some experience of Mysore I’m confident that I am the best man for the job.’

  ‘Your experience was largely confined to Seringapatam, if you’ll pardon the pun.’

  Baird frowned for a moment.‘I’ve seen more than just Tipoo’s capital, sir . . . Ah, I see now.’ Now that he had the quip, Baird bristled indignantly. ‘Prisoner I may have been, but that stain on my memory is one that I am more than keen to wash away with the blood of my enemies.You could hardly ask for a soldier more dedicated to crushing Tipoo, sir.That’s recommendation enough.’

  ‘Desire for revenge might be an admirable quality in certain situations, my dear Baird, but not now. I have made my decision and you must accept it.’

  ‘I’m damned if I will, sir!’ Baird thrust his head forward. ‘I’ll not be passed over for the younger brother of—’

  ‘That is enough, Baird!’ General Harris slammed his hand down on the table. ‘You will still your tongue, sir!’

  Baird seemed on the verge of losing his temper, but through sheer force of will managed to clamp his mouth shut as he sat back heavily in his chair. Harris took a deep breath. ‘Gentlemen, the briefing is over for today. Be so good as to take your leave. Major General Baird, please remain. And you, Colonel Wellesley.’

  The other officers rose and left the tent quietly, and when the last of them had disappeared through the tent flaps Harris beckoned the two remaining men to move closer.

  ‘Now then, Baird.’ He spoke with forced civility. ‘I do not want to witness such a display in front of the other officers ever again. Do I make myself clear?’

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘Good. If ever you think you have reason to disagree with me, then you may make your protest in a private interview. Nowhere else. I will not have my authority questioned in front of other officers. If you disappoint me in this way again, Baird, then I will have you sent back to Madras to fill in requisition forms for the rest of the war. That would be a shame, of course, as the army could well use your fighting qualities.’

  ‘Then give me command of the Nizam’s column, sir.’

  ‘Damn you, Baird. Have you not listened to what I’ve said? I have made my decision,’ he added, with deliberate stress on each word.

  ‘Aye, and I don’t suppose that decision has anything to do with this laddie’s being the brother of the Governor General?’

  Arthur blushed and turned towards Baird with a frigid expression of disdain.‘If I thought for a moment that I was being preferred for reasons of nepotism, then I would have no hesitation in turning down the position, sir.’

  ‘And what other reasons might there be, I wonder?’ Baird sneered.

  ‘Very well then!’ Harris snapped. ‘I’ll tell you the reasons. Wellesley has taken the time to learn one of the languages of the natives. He has befriended some of them, and many others respect him and hold him in high regard. He has moulded his regiment into the finest body of men on this continent, and I trust he will be a fine commander of the Nizam’s army.’

  ‘So what if the lad speaks the darkies’ tongue, sir,’ Baird protested. ‘So what if he’s chumming up to them? We’re here to fight the bastards, not fraternise with them!’

  Harris stared at his fiery subordinate with icy contempt. ‘It’s that attitude which disqualifies you, above all men, for the job. I need a man with tact, with a diplomatic touch, every bit as much as I need an officer who can lead men into battle. And I’m lucky that all those qualities abound within Colonel Wellesley. If you want the truth, Baird, I chose him because he is simply the best man for the job, and I will not let another man supersede Wellesley after all he has achieved simply because he is outranked. Now, there is no more to discuss. I have made my decision and you will accept it. You are dismissed, Baird. Please leave my tent.’

  Baird stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back on to the ground. He nodded curtly to his superior, ignored Arthur pointedly, and strode outside fuming with indignation and hurt pride.

  Once he had gone General Harris’s shoulders slumped and he took a deep breath before he spoke to Arthur. ‘It is a shame to have to address him in such a fashion. Baird’s a fine soldier, and the men look up to him like a father. But in a sensitive situation he has all the social skills of a fighting dog. Worse still, he makes no attempt to hide his dislike of India and every native that lives here. If he was placed in charge of the Nizam’s army I fear we would be at war with the Nizam before the first day’s march was out.’ Harris leaned forward and looked closely at Arthur. ‘You, on the other hand, have precisely the qualities needed for the job: patience, diligence and integrity. I’ve been a soldier long enough to know that you are rather more than a cut above most officers, Colonel Wellesley. That this is so evident to others may well be more of a curse than a boon to you. I am well aware that many officers in this army are inclined to believe the worst of you, simply because you are Mornington’s brother and a better man than the rest of them. Another general might have used that as an excuse to hold you back.’ Harris’s smile returned. ‘But I am not another general. I’m a general with a war to fight and win, and everything is subordinate to the bloody defeat and destruction of my enemy, no matter whose feelings I have to hurt.’

  Arthur grinned. ‘Thank you, sir. I won’t let you down.’

  ‘You had better not,’ Harris said seriously.‘This is your chance to do great things,Wellesley.You richly deserve it. But if you fail, there will never again be an opportunity like this.You will ruin yourself utterly, and in doing so you will fail your brother, and fatally damage his chances for greatness along with yours.’

  ‘Why, sir? Any mistakes I make are surely my own.’

  ‘No,’ Harris said sadly.‘That is not how it works. By taking this command you lay yourself open to charges of nepotism. If you succeed,
men will only think that if you could have done it, then so could any man. If you fail, then men will say you were unfit for the task, and that your brother put family above country, and for that there is no forgiveness or pity.’

  Arthur pondered this for a while, and then he nodded. ‘I understand. And I accept the position willingly.’

  ‘You accept?’ Harris looked bemused.‘There is no question of your accepting the position. It is an order.’

  Arthur laughed. ‘Yes, sir.’

  Chapter 47

  The army advanced along the Baramahal valley, which led west from Amboor. The floor of the valley was wide and flat and dotted with small low-rising groves of trees, or topes, so that the army made good progress. Arthur’s column marched on the left, three miles from Harris. In between the two forces sprawled the vast train of brinjarris, the families of the sepoys and merchants and traders of all kinds.With them lumbered strings of bullocks, horses, camels, mules and here and there the grey swaying masses of elephants. A huge cloud of dust rose up in the wake of this host, announcing the approach of the army for a great distance. Each day they covered ten miles before camping for the night. Then the merchants moved through the tent lines selling curried tripe, sop, and boiled sausages to the hungry soldiers.

  In the morning the sepoys used straw to light the morning fires, and fuelled the fires with cow dung that filled the air with its rich cloying odour. The shrill chatter of the women camp followers rose up on all sides as they hurriedly prepared a morning meal for their families, and then packed their belongings for the day’s trek to the next camp.

  Arthur regarded the apparent chaos of the camp with a degree of tolerance, since the writ of British military discipline extended only to the 33rd Foot and the six Company sepoy battalions. The rest were native levies with their own customs. The men of the 33rd were enjoying the status of being the elite formation in such a large force and marched with a swagger that pleased their colonel greatly. When the time came to fight they would inspire the other battalions and the Nizam’s men to hold their places in the line.