And afterwards the fugitives of their beaten army would be pursued south across the Deccan Plain. Their bodies would rot in the heat and their bones whiten in the sun, and the British power in India would be broken and Dodd would be Lord of Gawilghur.
Just let the bastards come.
That evening Sergeant Hakeswill pushed aside the folds of muslin to enter Captain Torrance's quarters. The Captain was lying naked in his hammock where he was being fanned by a bamboo punk ah that had been rigged to a ceiling beam. His native servant kept the punk ah moving by tugging on a string, while Clare Wall trimmed the Captain's fingernails.
"Not too close, Brick, " Torrance said.
"Leave me enough to scratch with, there's a good girl." He raised his eyes to Hakeswill.
"Did you knock, Sergeant?"
"Twice, sir, " Hakeswill lied, 'loud and clear, sir."
"Brick will have to ream out my ears. Say good evening to the Sergeant, Brick. Where are our manners tonight?"
Clare lifted her eyes briefly to acknowledge Hakeswill's presence and mumbled something barely audible. Hakeswill snatched off his hat.
"Pleasure to see you, Mrs. Wall, " he said eagerly, 'a proper pleasure, my jewel." He bobbed his head to her and winked at Torrance, who flinched.
«Brick,» Torrance said, 'the Sergeant and I have military matters to discuss. So take yourself to the garden." He patted her hand and watched her leave.
"And no listening at the window! " he added archly.
He waited until Clare had sidled past the muslin that hung over the kitchen entrance, then leaned precariously from the hammock to pick up a green silk robe that he draped over his crotch.
"I would hate to shock you, Sergeant."
"Beyond shock, sir, me, sir. Ain't nothing living I ain't seen naked, sir, all of 'em naked as needles, and never once was I shocked, sir.
Ever since they strung me up by the neck I've been beyond shock, sir."
And beyond sense, too, Torrance thought, but he suppressed the comment.
"Has Brick left the kitchen?"
Hakeswill peered past the muslin.
"She's gone, sir."
"She's not at the window?"
Hakeswill checked the window.
"On the far side of the yard, sir, like a good girl."
"I trust you've brought me news?"
"Better than news, sir, better than news." The Sergeant crossed to the table and emptied his pocket.
"Your notes to Jama, sir, all of them.
Ten thousand rupees, and all paid off. You're out of debt, sir, out of debt."
Relief seared through Torrance. Debt was a terrible thing, a dreadful thing, yet seemingly inescapable if a man was to live to the full. Twelve hundred guineas! How could he ever have gambled that much away? It had been madness! Yet now it was paid, and paid in full.
"Burn the notes, " he ordered Hakeswill.
Hakeswill held the notes into a candle flame one by one, then let them shrivel and burn on the table. The draught from the punk ah disturbed the smoke and scattered the little scraps of black ash that rose from the small fires.
"And Jama, sir, being a gentleman, despite being an heathen bastard blackamoor, added a thankee, " Hakeswill said, putting some gold coins on the table.
"How much?"
"Seven hundred rupees there, sir."
"He gave us more, I know that. You're cheating me, Sergeant."
«Sir!» Hakeswill straightened indignantly.
"On my life, sir, and I speak as a Christian, I ain't ever cheated a soul in my life, sir, not unless they deserved it, in which case they gets it right and proper, sir, like it says in the scriptures."
Torrance stared at Hakeswill.
"Jama will be back in the camp in a day or two. I can ask him."
"And you will find, sir, that I have treated you foursquare and straight, sir, on the nail, sir, on the drumhead, as one soldier to another."
Hakeswill sniffed.
"I'm hurt, sir."
Torrance yawned.
"You have my sincerest, deepest and most fervent apologies, Sergeant. So tell me about Sharpe."
Hakeswill glanced at the punk ah boy.
"Does that heathen speak English, sir?"
"Of course not."
"Sharpie's no more, sir." Hakeswill's face twitched as he remembered the pleasure of kicking his enemy.
"Stripped the bastard naked, sir, gave him a headache he won't ever forget, not that he's got long to remember anything now on account of him being on his way to meet his executioner, and I kept him trussed up till Jama's men came to fetch him. Which they did, sir, so now he's gone, sir. Gone for bleeding ever, just as he deserves."
"You stripped him?" Torrance asked, puzzled.
"Didn't want the bastards dropping off a body all dressed up in an officer's coat, sir, even though the little bleeder should never have worn one, him being nothing more than a jumped-up dribble of dried toad spittle sir. So we stripped him and burned the uniform, sir."
"And nothing went wrong?"
Hakeswill's face twitched as he shrugged.
"His boy got away, but he didn't make no trouble. Just vanished. Probably went back to his mummy."
Torrance smiled. All was done, all was solved. Even better, he could resume his trade with Jama, though perhaps with a little more circumspection than in the past.
"Did Sajit go with Sharpe?" he asked, knowing he would need an efficient clerk if he was to hide the treacherous transactions in the ledger.
"No, sir. He's with me, sir, outside, sir." Hakeswill jerked his head towards the front room.
"He wanted to go, sir, but I gave him a thumping on account of us needing him here, sir, and after that he was as good as gold, sir, even if he is an heathen bit of scum."
Torrance smiled.
"I am vastly in your debt, Sergeant Hakeswill, " he said.
"Just doing my duty, sir." Hakeswill's face twitched as he grinned and gestured towards the garden window.
"And hoping for a soldier's reward, sir."
"Brick, you mean?" Torrance asked.
"Me heart's desire, sir, " Hakeswill said hoarsely.
"Her and me, sir, made for each other. Says so in the scriptures."
"Then the fruition of the prophecy must wait a while, " Torrance said, 'because I need Brick to look after me, and your duty, Sergeant, is to assume Mister Sharpe's responsibilities. We shall wait till someone notices that he's missing, then claim that he must have been ambushed by Mahrattas while on his way here. Then you'll go up the mountain to help the engineers."
"Me, sir?" Hakeswill sounded alarmed at the prospect of having to do some real work.
"Up the mountain?"
"Someone has to be there. You can't expect me to do it! " Torrance said indignantly.
"Someone must stay here and shoulder the heavier responsibilities. It won't be for long, Sergeant, not for long. And once the campaign is over I can assure you that your heart's desires will be fully met." But not, he decided, before Hakeswill paid him the money Clare owed for her passage out from England. That money could come from the cash that Jama had given Hakeswill this night which, Torrance was sure, was a great deal more than the Sergeant had admitted.
"Make yourself ready, Sergeant, " Torrance ordered.
"Doubtless you will be needed up the road tomorrow."
"Yes, sir, " Hakeswill said sullenly.
"Well done, good and faithful Hakeswill, " Torrance said grandly.