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'Ja. Not easy, my friend.'

'Sunday, sir.'

Lossow stood up, wiped blood from his hands. 'We must get out of here!'

The Sergeant pointed to the head. 'Rest of him's over the wall, sir. Poor wee thing.'

'It'll wait.'

'It'll wait.'

Lossow's heels clicked in the side aisle; he came from behind a pillar, blinked in the sunlight. 'Where is he?' He disappeared again.

Sharpe turned to him. 'We must persuade Cox to let us out.'

Sharpe felt ashamed. This was Harper's religion. 'I'm sorry.'

Cox had not been at his headquarters; he was on the ramparts, they were told. So the three had hurried there and Cox had gone. Now he was said to be visiting the magazine, so they waited, and the light shaped the dust into silver bars and the muffled responses got lost somewhere in the high stone ceiling, and still Cox had not arrived. Sharpe slammed his scabbard on the floor, hurting his shoulder, so he cursed again.

Lossow stood up, wiped blood from his hands. 'We must get out of here!'

'Yes, sir.'

Sharpe turned to him. 'We must persuade Cox to let us out.'

'Amen to that, sir.' Harper had infinitely more patience.

Lossow's heels clicked in the side aisle; he came from behind a pillar, blinked in the sunlight. 'Where is he?' He disappeared again.

'Amen to that, sir.' Harper had infinitely more patience.

'You don't sound hopeful, my friend?'

The Irishman grinned. 'Wouldn't worry, sir. It doesn't offend me and if it offends Him then He's plenty of opportunity to punish you.'

'Yes.' Sharpe's shoulder hurt like the devil. 'Where's the boy?'

'Yes.' Sharpe's shoulder hurt like the devil. 'Where's the boy?'

'Ja. Not easy, my friend.'

Sharpe felt ashamed. This was Harper's religion. 'I'm sorry.'

The Sergeant pointed to the head. 'Rest of him's over the wall, sir. Poor wee thing.'

'It'll wait.'

Sharpe felt ashamed. This was Harper's religion. 'I'm sorry.'

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