Then he saw the Englishman lower his sword. Saw him step back and suddenly heard the rush of hooves. The cheers about the cemetery wall had faded. The echo of the pistol shot died into silence.
Four horsemen had ducked under the gate. Now they rode towards the place where the paths crossed in the cemetery’s centre. In the lead was Colonel Thomas Leroy, the inevitable cigar clenched in his mouth. In his hand was a smoking pistol. Behind him rode two Provosts, the army’s policemen, and a Spanish officer.
`Major Sharpe!’ Leroy’s voice was harsh.
`Sir?’
`You choose an odd place to practice your sword arm.’ Leroy swung from his horse and tossed the reins to d’Alembord. His ravaged, burned face made the Marques frown with distaste. Leroy jerked his head. `Come with me, Sharpe.’
Sharpe hesitated, but Leroy ordered it again, his voice more savage still, and Sharpe, his sword in his hand, followed his Colonel up the northern path between the intricate gravestones. `You are a god-damned bloody fool, Sharpe.’
`Yes, sir.’
`Christ in his benighted bloody heaven!’ The American seemed lost for words. He took the cigar from his lips, spat a speck of leaf onto the gravel, and stared at his Major. `I’ve seen an eight year old with more damned sense! What in hell’s name are you doing*here?’
`A matter of honour, sir.’
`Honour!’ The scarred face twisted in rage. `Don’t talk of honour, Sharpe. You’re here because you’re a fool!’ He looked left. `Captain d’Alembord?’
`Sir?’
`You’ll oblige me by bringing your horses.’
Sharpe frowned. `Sir!’
Leroy swung back on him, the cigar jabbed at Sharpe’s face. `Quiet! You’re under orders!’ Leroy saw that the Rifleman was about to protest and he jerked his head at the Provosts behind him. `And if you disobey orders, Sharpe, I’ll have you arrested. Is that clear?’
`Yes, sir.’
`Fetch your jacket. You’re going.’ Leroy shook his head in frustrated bitterness. `I can’t leave the god-damned Battalion for one day!’
`Senor!’ It was Major Mendora, a sneer on his face, coming on catlike feet towards Leroy and Sharpe. `There is a delay?’
Leroy turned to the white-uniformed man, and Sharpe saw the Spaniard recoil from the bubbled, stretched scar tissue. Leroy was trying to govern his anger. `Major?’
`Major Sharpe cannot fight? He is afraid, perhaps?’
Leroy pushed Sharpe aside. He stared with his ravaged face at Mendora. `Listen, you son of a whore, you prinked-up bastard. There was no duel, there is no duel, there never was a duel! This was a friendly piece of sword practice! Do you understand me?’
Mendora understood. In the face of the American’s rage he simply nodded. He said nothing as Leroy tartly ordered Sharpe to follow him.
The Spanish soliders jeered as Sharpe left. They accused him of cowardice, of lacking manhood, of being afraid to fight. It was gall to Sharpe, a shame he had to endure untill Leroy had led him out of earshot. Leroy scowled at him. `Never again, Sharpe, understand?’
`Yes, sir.’
`Remember you owe me a career now.’ Leroy was grim. `One more god-damn mistake and I’ll have you shipped back to god-damn England. You understand?’
`Yes, sir.’
`This is my Battalion now, Sharpe. It is going to be good. You’re going to help me make it good.’
`Yes, sir.’
`And thank God Colonel Alvarez was at Brigade. He’ll talk sense into that stupid fool. Nothing happened, you understand?’
`Yes, sir.’
The American seemed unimpressed by Sharpe’s contriteness. `Christ! If the Peer learned about this he’d tear you into pieces. You god-damn deserve it. You’re a fool.’
`Yes, sir.’
`Now go and get drunk. Sergeant Harper says his woman’s cooked you a meal. I don’t want to see your ugly face till tomorrow.’
`No, sir.’
Chastened, embarrassed, humiliated by the jeers of his enemies, but his career safe, Sharpe watched Leroy ride away. The Provosts, not needed, followed the Colonel.
D’Alembord stayed with Sharpe. `It seems our Colonel has a knack of turning up at the right time.’
Sharpe, humiliated by the tongue-lashing, nodded.
D’Alembord smiled. `You were right.’
`Right?’
`You were about to hack the bugger into bits.’
Sharpe smiled bitterly. `The next time I will.’