‘Just big pussy cats,’ Lawford said with an insouciance he did not entirely feel.
‘Then you go and scratch their chins,’ Sharpe said, ‘and
see if they purr. Bugger off, you.’ This was to another curious beast that was straining towards him from the end of its chain. ‘Need a big mouse to feed one of those bastards.’
‘The tigers can’t reach you.’ A voice spoke in English from behind them. ‘Unless their keepers release them from their chains. Good morning.’ Sharpe turned. A tall, middle-aged officer with a black moustache had come into the courtyard. He was a European and wore the blue uniform of France. ‘I am Colonel Gudin,’ the officer said, ‘and you are?’
For a moment none of them spoke, then Lawford straightened to attention. ‘William Lawford, sir.’
‘His name’s Bill,’ Sharpe said. ‘I’m called Dick, and this is my woman.’ He put an arm round Mary’s shoulder.
Gudin grimaced as he looked at Mary’s swollen black eye and her filthy skirts. ‘You have a name’ – he paused – ‘Mademoiselle?’ He finally decided that was the most appropriate way to address Mary.
‘Mary, sir.’ She made a small curtsey and Gudin returned the courtesy with an inclination of his head. ‘And your name?’ he asked Sharpe.
‘Sharpe, sir. Dick Sharpe.’
‘And you are deserters?’ the Colonel asked with a measure of distaste.
‘Yes, sir,’ Lawford said.
‘I am never certain that deserters are to be trusted,’ Gudin said mildly. He was accompanied by a burly French sergeant who kept giving the tigers nervous glances. ‘If a man can betray one flag,’ Gudin observed, ‘why not another?’
‘A man might have good reason to betray his flag, sir,’ Sharpe said defiantly.
‘And your reason, Sharpe?’
Sharpe turned round so that the blood on his back was visible. He let Gudin stare at the stains, then turned back. ‘Is that good enough, sir?’
Gudin shuddered. ‘I never understand why the British flog
their soldiers. It is barbarism.’ He waved irritably at the flies which buzzed about his face. ‘Sheer barbarism.’
“You don’t flog in the French army, sir?’
‘Of course not,’ Gudin said scornfully. He put a hand on Sharpe’s shoulder and turned him around again. ‘When was this done to you?’
‘Couple of days ago, sir.’
‘Have you changed the bandages?’
‘No, sir. Wetted them, though.’
‘You’ll still be dead in a week unless we do something,’ Gudin said, then turned and spoke to the sergeant who walked briskly out of the courtyard. Gudin turned Sharpe around again. ‘So what had you done to deserve such barbarism, Private Sharpe?’
‘Nothing, sir.’
‘Beyond nothing,’ Gudin said tiredly, as though he had heard every excuse imaginable.
‘I hit a sergeant, sir.’
‘And you?’ Gudin challenged Lawford. ‘Why did you run?’
‘They were going to flog me, sir.’ Lawford was nervous telling the lie, and the nervousness intrigued Gudin.
‘For doing nothing?’ Gudin asked with amusement.
‘For stealing a watch, sir.’ Lawford reddened as he spoke. ‘Which I did steal,’ he added, but most unconvincingly. He had made no effort to hide the accent that betrayed his education, though whether Gudin’s ear was sufficiently attuned to English to detect the nuance was another matter.
The Frenchman was certainly intrigued by Lawford. ‘What did you say your name was?’ the Colonel asked.
‘Lawford, sir.’
Gudin gave Lawford a long scrutiny. The Frenchman was tall and thin, with a lugubrious and tired face, but his eyes, Sharpe decided, were shrewd and kind. Gudin, Sharpe reckoned, was a gentleman, a proper type of officer. Like Lawford, really, and maybe that was the trouble. Maybe
Gudin had already seen through Lawford’s disguise. ‘You do not seem to me, Private Lawford, to be a typical British soldier,’ Gudin said, thus fulfilling Sharpe’s fears. Tn France, now, you would be nothing strange for we must insist that every young man serve his country, but in Britain, am I not right, you only accept the dregs of the streets? Men from the gutter?’
‘Men like me,’ Sharpe said.
‘Quiet,’ Gudin reproved Sharpe with a sudden authority. ‘I did not speak to you.’ The Frenchman took one of Lawford’s hands and mutely inspected the soft uncalloused fingers. ‘How is it that you are in the army, Lawford?’