Бернард Корнуэлл - Sharpe's Waterloo

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Richard Sharpe and the Waterloo Campaign, 15 June to 18 June 1815. It is 1815. Sharpe is serving on the personal staff of the inexperienced and incompetent Young Frog, William, Prince of Orange, who has been given command of a large proportion of the Allied force. More concerned with cutting a dash at a grand society ball in Brussels, the Young Frog refuses to listen to Sharpe's scouting reports of an enormous army marching towards them with the lately returned Napoleon at its head. When the Battle of Waterloo commences, Sharpe has to stand by and watch military folly on a grand scale. But at the height of the conflict, just as victory seems impossible, he makes a momentous decision. With his usual skill, courage and determination he takes command and the most hard-fought and bloody battle of his career becomes Sharpe's own magnificent triumph.

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Colonel Ompteda, his battalions halted on the very edge of the valley and under fire from the French guns, protested that there were enemy cavalry patrolling the valley floor. The Prince turned sarcastic eyes towards the smoke. “I see no cavalry.”

“Your Highness, I must insist that — „

„You cannot insist! You will form line! Damn you!“ The Prince was ebullient, feeding off the crash and hammer of the guns. He felt himself born to this heated chaos of battle. He did not give a fig that Ompteda was a man who had spent a lifetime soldiering; the Prince had the passionate certainty of his convictions and not even his experiences with Halkett’s brigade at Quartre Bras nor the massacre of the Red Germans would sway him. ”I order you into line! Or do you wish me to appoint another brigade commander?“ he shouted into the Colonel’s face.

Ompteda, in whom obedience was deeply ingrained, reluctantly deployed his two battalions into line. The Prince, scornful of Ompteda’s timidity and certain that he had just given the orders necessary to bring glowing victory, watched triumphantly as the German bayonets marched into the valley.

Fifty paces from the edge of the skirmishers, Ompteda ordered his men to charge.

The Germans ran forward, their bayonets bright in the gloom under the smoke. The French infantry, taken utterly by surprise, fled from the appalling threat of the seventeen-inch blades. The German colours swirled forward into the musket smoke left by the skirmishers.

“There!” The Prince, happy on his hill, exulted in the success.

“Let me congratulate Your Highness,” Winckler, one of the Prince’s Dutch aides, smirked at his master’s side.

Lieutenant Simon Doggett, who was a few yards to the Prince’s right, stared beyond the infantry and could have sworn he saw a file of cavalry trotting across the valley. Or at least he was sure he saw the glint of helmets and the swirl of horsehair plumes in a rift of the smoke. “Sir? There’s cavalry out there, sir!”

The Prince turned furiously on the Lieutenant. “That’s all you British ever see! Cavalry! You’re nervous, Doggett. If you can’t endure the rigours of battle, you shouldn’t be a soldier. Isn’t that right, Winckler?“

“Entirely right. Your Highness.”

Rebecque listened to the conversation and said nothing. He just stared into the shifting white scrims where the muskets crackled like burning thorns.

“You see!” The Prince made a great play of peering into the valley, shading his eyes and gaping like a village idiot. “No horses! Lieutenant Doggett? Where are your gee-gees?”

Simon Doggett was no longer certain that he had seen any cavalry, for the valley was thick with smoke and he feared that nervousness had played tricks with his perception, but he stubbornly held his ground. “I’m fairly sure I saw them, sir, in the smoke. They were Cuirassiers, off to the right there.”

But the Prince had taken enough from pusillanimous Englishmen. “Get rid of the boy, Rebecque! Just get rid of him. Send him back to his nursemaid.” The Prince’s horse shied sideways as.a cannon-ball slashed close past. “There!” The Prince cried triumphantly as the smoke drifted aside to reveal that the KGL infantry had scoured the last Frenchmen away from the farm’s western walls. “You see? No cavalry! Boldness wins!”

“Your Highness’s boldness wins,” Winckler hastened to correct his master.

A trumpet interrupted the Prince’s next words. The trumpet call sounded from the valley, from inside the smoke where the Prince had insisted no cavalry lurked, but out of which, like avenging furies, the troop of Cuirassiers now led the charge.

Rebecque groaned. In almost the exact same place as the Hanoverians had been slaughtered, the KGL now suffered. The cavalry, a mixture of Cuirassiers, Lancers and Dragoons who had survived the slaughter of the horsemen among the British squares, now struck the flank of Ompteda’s right-hand battalion. To Rebecque it seemed that the red-coated infantry simply disappeared beneath the swarm of mounted killers. To the French horsemen this was a blessed moment of revenge on the infantry who had made them bleed and suffer earlier in the day.

The Prince just stared. He had gone pale, but he made no move to help the men he had just doomed. His mouth opened slackly and his fingers twitched on his reins.

The Germans stood no chance. The horsemen sabred and stabbed from the open flank. The men of the right-hand KGL battalion broke into hopeless flight and were run down by the horses. The left-hand battalion formed a rally square to protect its colour, but the right-hand battalion was destroyed. The Prince turned away as a French swordsman captured a KGL colour and hefted it aloft in a gesture of triumph. Colonel Ompteda died trying to save the flag. The French infantry ran to add their bayonets to the horsemen’s blades. The German survivors, pitifully few, inched in their rough square back towards the ridge. They too might have been doomed, but, some of their own cavalry streamed down from the elm tree to drive the enemy back.

A French cavalry trumpeter sounded a derisive flurry as the remnants of the King’s German Legion limped back up the slope. A Cuirassier brandished the captured colour, taunting the suffering British ridge with this foretaste of French victory.

The Prince did not look at the Germans nor at the exultant French. Instead he stared imperiously towards the east. “It isn’t my fault if men won’t fight properly!”

None of the staff answered. Not even Winckler was minded to soften the disaster with flattery.

“We gave the garrison a breathing space, did we not?” The Prince gestured at La Haye Sainte that was once more ringed with smoke, but again no one answered and the Prince, who believed he deserved loyalty from his military family, turned furiously on his staff. “The Germans should have formed square! It wasn’t my fault!” He looked from man to man, demanding agreement, but only Simon Doggett was brave enough to meet the Prince’s petulant and bulging eyes.

“You’re nothing but a silk stocking full of shit,” Doggett said very clearly, and utterly astonished himself by so repeating Patrick Harper’s scornful verdict on the Prince.

There was an appalled silence. The Prince gaped. Rebecque, not quite sure whether he had heard correctly, opened his mouth to protest, but could not find adequate words.

Doggett knew he had just seconds to keep the initiative. He tugged at his horse’s reins. “You’re a bloody murderer!” he said to the Prince, then slashed back his spurs and galloped away. In a few seconds the smoke hid him.

The Prince stared after him. Rebecque hastened to assure His Highness that Doggett’s wits had clearly been loosened by the stress of battle. The Prince nodded acceptance of the facile explanation, then turned furiously on his staff again. “I’m surrounded by incompetents! That bloody man should have formed square! Is it my fault if a damned German doesn’t know his job?” The Prince’s indignation and anger spilled out in furious passion. “Is it my fault that the French are winning? Is it?”

And in that, at least, the Prince spoke true. The French, at last, were winning the battle.

CHAPTER 19

French victory became a virtual certainty when La Haye Sainte fell. The farm’s German defenders ran out of rifle ammunition and the French attackers tore down the barricaded doors and flooded into the farm buildings. For a time they were held off“ by bayonets and swords as the defenders fought furiously in the corridors and stables. The Germans made barricades of their own and the French dead, then rammed their sword-bayonets over the piled bodies, and for a time it seemed as if their steel and fury might yet hold the farm, but then the French musket volleys tore into the Riflemen and the French musket wadding set fire to the stable straw, and the defenders, choking and decimated, were forced out.

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