18.LT. MELVILL, young, dapper, inspects the Martini Henry
rifles of a company of
REDCOATS who are lined up near the BASUTOS. A CSM (SOT.
stalks behind MELVILL.
ONE REDCOAT, young, thin, gangling, turns his head slightly to
peek at the
Basutos, and the swift eye of SOT. WILLIAMS detects the
disaffection. The young
redcoat (PTE. WILLIAMS) turns, guilty at being caught out of
position. The CSM (SOT. WILLIAMS) leans forward until his face
is one inch
from that of his quavering prey.
SGT. WILLIAMS (Shouting)
You moved (With more restraint) You movedgo and tell the NCO
of that black shambles that you love 'im more than you love
19.PTE. WILLIAMS blinks, swallows then runs over to the
NCO (Addressing the Basutos)
You're not fit to be in the British army you different coloured
STRAIGHTEN UP! You're like a load of bloody herd boys! (He
suddenly becomes aware of PTE. WILLIAMS' presence).
I'm to tell you Corporal, that I love you more than my Colour
The Basuto's NCO walks up to PTE. WILLIAMS.
That's frightening... Get out of my bloody sight lad. And put
over your head and double round this field (shouting) until you
bloody dead. Now move, get on with it, at the double.
The Basutos, laughing, raise their shields into the air in
general amusement as
PRIVATE WILLIAMS runs past.
Shut up! Get back in the ranks you shower of animals.
20.CHELMSFORD, still on horseback, surveys the encampment. He
salutes to SOT.
WILLIAMS. CREALOCK, as always, is in attendance.
Facing the ranks:
Company Shoulder arms.... (LT. MELVILLjoins SOT.
WILLIAMS) Present arms.