‘So come on out,’ Sharpe said.
Hakeswill hung back. ‘No hard feelings, lad?’
T’m not a lad, Obadiah. I’m a sergeant like you are. I’ve
got Colonel Wellesley’s promise, I have. I’m a sergeant now, just like you.’
‘So you are, so you are, and so you should be.’ Hakeswill’s face twitched again. ‘I said as much to Mister Morris, didn’t I? That Sharpie, I said, he’s a sergeant in the making if ever I did see one. A good lad, I told him. Got my eye on him, sir. That’s what I told Mister Morris.’
Sharpe smiled. ‘So come on out here, Obadiah.’
Hakeswill backed all the way to the cell’s rear wall. ‘Better to stay here, Sharpie,’ he said. ‘You know what the lads are like when their blood’s boiling. Might get hurt out there. Best to stay put a while, let the lads settle it first, eh?’
Sharpe crossed the cell in two strides and gripped Hakeswill’s collar. ‘You come with me, you bastard,’ he said, tugging the whimpering Sergeant forward. ‘I should kill you here, you scum, but you don’t deserve a soldier’s death, Obadiah. You’re too rotten for a bullet.’
‘No, Sharpie, no!’ Hakeswill screamed as Sharpe dragged him out of the cell, across the tiger’s carcass and up the stone steps. ‘I ain’t done nothing to you!’
‘Nothing!’ Sharpe turned furiously on Hakeswill. “You had me flogged, you bastard, and then you betrayed us!’
‘I never did! Cross my heart and hope to die, Sharpie!’
Sharpe spun Hakeswill up against the bars of the dungeon’s outer cage, slamming him against the iron rods, then punched the Sergeant in the chest. ‘You’re going to die, Obadiah, I promise. Because you did betray us.’
‘I didn’t do nothing,’ Hakeswill said through his laboured breathing. ‘On my mother’s dying breath, Sharpie, I didn’t. The flogging, yes. I did do that to you, and I was wrong!’ He tried to fall to his knees, but Sharpe dragged him upright. ‘I didn’t betray you, Sharpie. I wouldn’t do that to another Englishman.’
‘You’ll still be telling lies when you go dirough the gates of hell, Obadiah,’ Sharpe said as he grabbed the Sergeant’s
collar again. ‘Now come on, you bastard.’ He pulled Hakeswill through the dungeon’s outer gate, across the courtyard and into the alley which led south towards the palace. A squad of tiger-striped soldiers ran past the mouth of the alley, going to the western walls, but none took any notice of Sharpe. The guard on the northern palace gate did notice him and levelled his musket, but Sharpe snarled the magic words at the man, ‘Gudin! Colonel Gudin,’ and such was the confidence in Sharpe’s voice that the guard lowered the musket and stepped aside.
‘Where are you taking me, Sharpie?’ Hakeswill panted.
‘You’ll find out.’
Two more guards were stationed at the inner courtyard gate and they too pointed their muskets, but Sharpe shouted at them and once again Gudin’s name was a talisman sufficient to allay their suspicions. Besides, Sharpe had a red-coated prisoner, and the two nervous guards mistook him for one of Gudin’s men and so let him pass.
Sharpe lifted the gate’s latch and dragged it open. The six tigers, already disturbed by the terrible noises that had been battering about the city, leapt towards the opening gate and their six chains cracked taut. Hakeswill saw the animals and screamed. ‘No, Sharpie! No! Mother!’
Sharpe dragged the struggling Hakeswill into the courtyard. ‘You reckon you can’t die, Obadiah? I reckon different. So when you get to hell, you bastard, tell them it was Sergeant Sharpe who sent you.’
‘No, Sharpie! No!’ This last word was a yelp of despair as Sharpe pulled Hakeswill into the centre of the courtyard and there spun him around at arm’s length. ‘No!’ the Sergeant wailed as Sharpe spun him faster, then Sharpe suddenly let go of Hakeswill’s collar. The Sergeant
was unbalanced and out of control. He staggered and flailed his arms, but nothing could stop his momentum. ‘No!’ he screamed a last time as he fell and slid across the sand to where three tigers waited.
‘Goodbye, Obadiah,’ Sharpe said, ‘you bastard.’
‘I cannot die!’ Hakeswill screamed, then his cry was cut off as a great yellow-eyed beast growled above him.