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Sharpe nodded and held out his hand。 It was no musket bullet。 The grey ball was just half an inch across and Sharpe remembered the fore…shortened yellow flame。 The seven…barreled gun used half…inch bullets。 'Doctor？'
'Sharpe？'
'The other wound。 Is the bullet still in？'
'No。' The doctor was wiping his hands on his apron； already stiff with blood。 It was the mark of seniority in his profession。 'Straight through； Sharpe； all it did was break the skin。 Here。 ' He held out a tumbler of brandy。
Sharpe drank it and leaned back on the table while the orderly washed and bandaged his leg。 He felt no particular anger that Hakeswill had tried to kill him； merely a curiosity and a thankfulness that he had survived。 He was certainly not shocked。 Had he been holding the volley gun； and had he seen Hakeswill； he would have pulled the trigger and sent the Sergeant spinning to the devil； and all without a second thought。 He looked at the doctor。 'What's the time； sir？'
'Dawn； Sharpe； dawn。 An Easter dawn； when all men should rejoice。' He sneezed violently。 'You should take things gently。'
'Yes； sir。' He swung his legs off the table and pulled on the cavalry overalls。 There was a neat hole in the leather reinforcements of the right inner thigh where the bullet had entered。 The doctor looked at the hole and laughed。
'Three inches higher and you'd have been the last of your line。'
'Yes； sir。' Very droll。 He tested his weight and found his leg could take it。
'Thank you； sir。'
'For nothing； Sharpe； except my small skill and humble duty。 Half a bottle of rum and you'll be skipping like a lamb。 A credit to the Medical Board and the Apothecary General whose obedient servant I am。' He pulled open the flap of his tent。 'e and see me if you ever need a limb removed。'
'I shall see no one else； sir。'
The troops had stood down from the morning alert； had piled arms； and were finishing meager breakfasts。 The guns were hard at work； firing now at the Santa Maria bastion as well as the Trinidad； and Sharpe imagined the smoke lying over the lake。 Damn the powder！ The amount of powder needed had been grossly under…estimated otherwise Sharpe； Harper and the Riflemen would be heroes this morning。 As it was they were pariahs。 Trouble was brewing； Sharpe could smell it。 The night's failure needed scapegoats。
Bells clamored from the city。 Easter。 Sharpe limped towards his shelter and； to his right； saw a group of Portuguese or Spanish women； followers of the army； picking small； white flowers from a ditch bank。 Spring was softening the landscape。 Soon it would open the roads and the rivers to the French armies and Sharpe wondered if it was his imagination or were the guns today firing at a faster tempo？ Pounding at a city that the British must take if they were to carry the war into the heart of Spain。 The guns of Badajoz could be heard by the troops far to the north； at Alcantara and Caceres； and east at Merida； where British outposts stared down the empty roads waiting for a French relief army and listened to the growl of the distant thunder。 The guns。 They dominated the Easter service； wrenching the thoughts of the people in the cathedral away from the celebrations。 The High Altar was resplendent in a white and gold facing； the Virgin draped in gorgeous； bejeweled robes； but the sound of the guns started dust from the high； gold…painted cornice that circled the Cathedral's interior； sifted it down past the Stations of the Gross； and the women prayed； told their beads； and the guns foretold a bloody assault。 Badajoz knew what was to e； the city had a long memory of other sieges when Moors and Christians had taken turns to massacre the inhabitants。 Be with us now and in the hour of our need。
'Sharpe！' Major Collett； tired and irascible； gestured from Windham's tent。
'Sir？'
'How's the leg？' The question was grudging。
'It hurts。'
Collett offered no sympathy。 〃The Colonel wants you。'
The light was yellowed inside the tent； the canvas giving Windham's face a tint of jaundice。 He nodded at Sharpe； not unfriendly； and gestured at a wooden crate。 'You'd better sit。'
'Thank you； sir。' The leg was shooting pain into his groin。 He was hungry。
Collett came in behind Sharpe and pulled the flap shut。 The Major was short enough to stand upright beneath the ridgepole。 For a few seconds there was silence and it struck Sharpe； suddenly； that Windham was embarrassed。 He felt a sympathy for the Colonel。 It was not Windham's fault that Rymer had purchased the mission； it was not his choice to follow Lawford； and Windham； in the little Sharpe knew of him； seemed a decent enough man。 He looked up at the Colonel。 'Sir？'
The word broke the silence。 Windham gestured irritably。 'Last night； Sharpe。 A pity。'
'Yes； sir。' Whatever the Colonel meant by a pity。 The dam not being broken？
Matthews' death？
'The General's disappointed。 Not with us。 We did our job。 We got the powder to the dam； we blew it up； and there wasn't enough damn powder。 It's the Engineers to blame； not us。'
'Yes； sir。' Sharpe knew that Windham was beating round a very thorny bush。 He had not brought Sharpe into the tent to tell him this。 Collett gave a pointed cough and the Colonel cleared his throat。
'It seems there was chaos at the dam； Sharpe； is that right？'
The word must have e from Captain Rymer； Sharpe thought； so he shrugged。 'Night attacks are prone to confusion； sir。'
'I know that； Sharpe； I know that。 God damn it； man； I wasn't breeched yesterday！' The Rifleman made Windham nervous； the Colonel remembered his first meeting； back in Elvas； when he had felt the same reluctance to ride straight at the fence。 He glared at Sharpe。 'I sent you to bring me back news； nothing else； is that right？'
'Yes； sir。'
'Instead of which you usurped Rymer's authority； organized an attack； stirred up the French； and had one of my officers killed。'
Sharpe could sense his own anger flaring and he fought it。 He ignored the reference to Matthews。 'Stirred up the French； sir？'
'Damn it； man； you fired at them！'
'Captain Rymer told you that； sir？'
'I'm not here to argue with you！ Did you or didn't you？'
'I returned their fire； sir。'
Silence。 Rymer had obviously told a different story。 Windham glanced at Collett； who shrugged。 Both men believed Sharpe； but Rymer's authority had to be backed up。 Windham changed tack。 'But nevertheless you disobeyed my orders？'
'Yes； sir。'
Silence again。 Windham had not expected the answer； or perhaps he had expected excuses； and Sharpe had made a simple admission of disobedience。 But to ask the reason why； was to invite a criticism of Rymer that the Colonel did not want to hear。 He looked at Sharpe。 The Rifleman seemed so damned confident。 He sat there； seemingly unworried； the strong； scarred face spoke of a petence and trustworthiness that disarmed the Colonel。 Windham shook his head。 'Damn it； Sharpe； Rymer's in an impossible position。 He's trying to establish his authority over a pany and he's finding it difficult while you're on his heels。'
Collett stirred； perhaps disapprovingly； but Sharpe nodded slowly。 'Yes； sir。'
'The rifles； for instance。'
Sharpe felt a flicker of alarm。 'The rifles； sir？'
Collett broke in； his voice harsh； 'Rymer's opinion is that they led to our casualties last night。 They're too slow to load and last night they let us down。 Muskets would have been faster； more effective。'
Sharpe nodded。 'True； but that was only last night。'
'And that's only your opinion。 Rymer disagrees。 ' Collett paused。 'And Rymer has the pany。'
'Which he must run as he sees fit。' Windham took up from Collett。 'Which means the rifles must go。'
Sharpe's voice； for the first time； rose。 'We need more rifles； sir； not less。'
'Which is what I am talking about！〃 Windham's voice rose as well。 'You cannot run the Light pany。 One man must do it！'
Which was Rymer。 Sharpe's anger subsided。 He was being punished not for his own failure； but for Rymer's and all three men knew it。 He forced a rueful smile。 'Yes； sir。'
Silence again。 Sharpe could feel that there was one more thing to be said； one thing the Colonel was shying from； and he had had enough。 He would make it easy； get the damned interview over。 'So what happens now； sir？'
'Happens？ We go on； Sharpe； we go on！' Windham was avoiding the answer； but then he plunged in。 'Major Hogan talked to us。 He was upset。' The Colonel paused。 He had plunged in at the wrong place； but Sharpe could guess at what had happened。 Windham wanted rid of Sharpe； at least for the moment； and Hogan had engineered an answer that Windham was hesitant about mentioning。
'Yes； sir？'
'He'd like your assistance； Sharpe。 For a few days； anyway。 The Engineers are short…handed； always are； damn them； and he asked for your help。 I said yes。'
'So I'm to leave the Battalion； sir？'
'For a few days； Sharpe； for a few days。'
Collett stirred by the tent pole。 'Damn it； Sharpe； they'll be handing out Captaincies like pound no