Sharpe's Peril Page #5

If I can track you, so can they.

I will return presently.

Now, Madam!

At once!

God knows I didn't look for this

duty.

But for better or worse,

I'm responsible for your safety.

Unhand me.

You are rude, sir.

You are rude and ignorant

and an uncouth brute!

And you, madam, are a spoiled,

wilful,

petulant and selfish young fool.

Selfish?

If you will not take thoughts of your

own well-being,

then at least consider

your fellow travellers.

I'm seeing the column safe to

Kalimgong.

We aren't chasing you

up and down the country.

Now, get on your mount

and follow me back!

Or will you have me carry you?

You would not dare.

I was done with my ride anyway.

Do your duty now, boy.

You flow like the River Liffey.

Argh.

Sir. Major sahib.

GUNSHO SHOUTING:

We're being attacked,

Your Highness.

SHOUTING:

Can you fight?

SCREAMING:

Stay here and keep out of sight.

I'll do no such thing.

For once in your life, do as you're

damn well told!

Fall back! Fall back!

King's men and Company to me!

I told you to stay put!

I could use a rifle.

Not a bloody chance.

We need every man we can get.

TRUMPE Count Dragomirov.

Colonel Sharpe.

By God,

I were never so glad to see a

cavalryman.

May I impose then upon your

hospitality for some short while?

At least until our mounts are

rested,

and we may continue the pursuit?

Aye. And welcome.

Colour Wormwood will see you

provisioned.

I must take count of our losses.

Colour Wormwood!

Sir.

I want that prisoner secured now.

This instant.

You heard him. Take him away.

Oh, I see the hand of God is upon

you still...

Corporal Hakeswill.

What did you call him?

Corporal Hakeswill.

The luckiest soldier I ever met.

Hakeswill?

God all bloody mighty.

Take it easy, please!

Please!

Hakeswill?

Enough now! Come on!

Hakeswill, where did you get your

name, then, eh?

HARPER:
Stand off, Richard.

Barabbas?

A fine gesture is that.

Stand off, please!

Hakeswill! Hakeswill!

And you give him a rifle?

What's the matter, you bastard?

Cat got your tongue?

I'm talking to you.

Where did you get your name?

From a man like you.

Aye. Recoat was he?

Sergeant? I know he was.

Obadiah.

Ah! I thought as much.

Thief. Murderer. Rapist.

That were your father, Barabbas.

Well, I'll not leave it to a court

martial and the provosts.

I'll make an end of you here and now.

What's this man's father to you?

He killed my wife.

Killed her.

And left our daughter motherless.

Now be content.

For all that, sir,

this is not right.

Look to your business, Major.

If any man...

comes between me and that bastard,

I'll kill 'em.

Out of the way, Pat.

I can't let you do it.

Stand aside, damn you!

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