Sharpe's Peril Page #2

Pillai for your service.

It shall be met. The beast out of

his misery is reward enough, ma'am.

I'll be glad of some words

with the Subedar.

Yes, Colonel?

I...

was wondering, Subedar,

if you have any sound intelligence

as to the bandits ranging hereabout.

I have a certain cargo in my charge.

And I'm anxious for its safety.

You mean to leave me here

in the company of common soldiers?

Good practice I'd have thought.

You're set to marry one, aren't you?

Major Joubert is a gentleman.

Yeah? Then, God help him.

The Company officer

has given me his word

provision will be made

till you're safely to Kalimgong.

You gave your word to Viscount

Sedgefield.

If there are bandits in these hills,

then this column affords you far

better safety than us.

The colonel is right, ma'am.

I'm glad of it.

At least I shall no longer be kept

awake by your snoring.

I don't snore.

Like a carthorse.

And since you are set upon your fait

accompli,

there is nothing further to say.

Monsieur.

She took it rather well, I thought.

Colonel Sharpe?

Mrs Tredinnick.

My husband is the major of the

engineers.

I'm certain he'd wish me to present

his compliments

and an invitation to dine with us

this evening.

That's really kind of you, ma'am,

but...

We'd be delighted.

Mr Harper, ma'am.

Well, until this evening, then.

I was gonna say no.

Are you all right?

Listen, you need to see a surgeon.

I'll do no such thing.

I'll speak to Pillai.

Oh, a Company surgeon?

I'd rather let you loose

with a hammer and fleam.

I'll be all right, Richard.

Truly I will.

OK.

I'll fetch us kit.

We're bedding down here.

Yeah.

Who's them strangers walking

Bo Peep, then, Colour?

No business of yours, Quilter.

See the prisoner is fed and watered.

He won't have none.

Nevertheless it must be offered.

King's Regulations are very clear on

this point. So look alive.

Run your vittels.

Do you want 'em or don't you?

Tis a matter of indifference to me.

But I must fetch 'em here

and here as I am bid, no matter.

Corp,

it isn't worth taking on.

When we get back to the lines,

Colour will speak on your part.

That being done,

seems to me you'll either hang or

you won't. And there's an end on it.

What a comfort you are.

What's your name, then, Corporal?

Barabbas.

Bloody hell. I thought Dick were bad.

Barabbas?

A Bible name, in't it?

I had it off a priest at the

Scottish Mission.

Oh, aye, foundling.

No shame in that.

Half the world were got without

ceremony.

Not always the worst half either.

Deserve it, did he,

the officer you killed?

I've known many that have.

But robbery, mind...

regimental stores.

I'd sooner an honest murderer

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