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

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

'Sweet Jesus.' Harper stood up, 'Are you all right, sir?'

'Sweet Jesus.' Harper stood up, 'Are you all right, sir?'

Lossow swore in German, stood up, flinched as he put his weight on his left leg. Sharpe looked at him. 'Are you - hurt?'

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

Sharpe shrugged. 'And who works it? Maybe, I don't know.' He glanced at the battery, its embrasure plugged, and he knew that the French gunners would be celebrating. They deserved it. He doubted if the gun would fire again, not today; the iron barrels had a limited life and the gun had achieved its purpose. 'Come on. Let's see Cox.'

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

'Yes, sir.'

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

'You want to go?'

'What day is it?'

Christ, thought Sharpe, Christ and a thousand deaths. Damn the bloody French, damn the bloody gunner, and he might as well have stayed in the warm bed with his arms round the girl. Footsteps sounded in the doorway and he swivelled anxiously, but it was only a squad of bare-headed Portuguese soldiers, muskets slung, who dipped their fingers in the holy water and clattered up the aisle to the priest and his service.

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

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.'

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

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.

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

Harper kicked the fallen beam. 'Perhaps they can rig another telegraph, sir?'

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.

'Yes, sir.'

'Sweet Jesus.' Harper stood up, 'Are you all right, sir?'

'What day is it?'

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