'Brother! Mary called aloud, and then, almost in a panic, she repeated the word. 'Brother!
Sharpe grinned, disguising his confusion. Then he saw there were tears in Mary's eyes and he frowned. 'Are you all right, lass?
Tm very well, she said deliberately, and then, in an even more stilted voice, 'Brother.
Sharpe glanced at the Indian soldier and saw that the man had a fiercely protective look. 'Is that the General? he asked Mary.
'No. It's Kunwar Singh, Mary said, and she turned and gestured towards the soldier and Sharpe saw a look of tenderness on her face, and all at once he understood what was happening.
'Does he speak English? Sharpe asked, and then, with a grin, 'sister?
Mary threw him a look of pure relief. 'Some, she said. 'How are you? How's your back?
'Mending all right, it is. That Indian doctor does magic, he does. I still feel it now and then, but not like it was. No, I'm doing all right. I even won a medal, look! He held the gold towards Mary. 'But I need to talk to you privately, he added as she leaned close to peer at the medallion. 'It's urgent, love, he hissed.
Mary fingered the gold, then looked up at Sharpe. Tm sorry, Richard, she whispered.
'There's nothing to be sorry for, lass, Sharpe said, and he spoke truthfully, for ever since he had seen Mary in her sari he had sensed that she was not for him. She looked too sophisticated, too elegant, and the wives of common soldiers were usually neither. 'You and him, eh? he asked, glancing at the lean and handsome Kunwar Singh.
Mary gave a tiny nod.
'Good for you! Sharpe called to the Indian and gave him a smile. 'Good girl, my sister!
'Half-sister, Mary hissed.
'Make up your bloody mind, lass.
'And I've taken an Indian name, she said. 'Aruna.
'Sounds good. Aruna. Sharpe smiled. 'I like it.
'It was my mother's name, Mary explained, then fell into an awkward silence. She glanced at the man with the white stripe on his head, then tentatively touched Sharpe's elbow and so led him back into the shaded niche where he had been waiting. A ledge ran round the niche and Mary sat on it, facing Sharpe with her hands held modestly on her lap. Kunwar Singh watched them, but did not try to — come close.
For a second neither Sharpe nor Mary had anything to say. 'I've been watching that naked fellow, Sharpe said, 'and he ain't moved an inch.
'It's one way to worship, Mary said sofdy.
'Bloody odd though. The whole thing's odd. Sharpe gestured around the decorated shrine. 'Looks like a circus, don't it? Can't imagine it at home. Painted clowns in church, eh? Can you imagine that? Then he remembered Mary had never seen England. 'It ain't the same, he said weakly, then jerked his head towards the ever watchful Kunwar Singh. 'You and him, eh? Sharpe said again.
Mary nodded. Tm sorry, Richard. Truly.
'It happens, lass, Sharpe said. 'But you don't want him to know about you and me, is that it?
She nodded and again looked fearful. 'Please? she begged him. Sharpe paused, not to keep Mary on tenterhooks, but because the naked man had at last moved. He had slowly clasped his hands together, but that seemed the extent of his exertions for he went quite still again. 'Richard? Mary pleaded. 'You won't tell him, will you?
He looked back to her. 'I want you to do something for me, he said.
She looked wary, but nodded. 'Of course. If I can.
'There's a fellow in this city called Ravi Shekhar. Got the name? He's a merchant, God knows what he sells, but he's here right enough and you've got to find him. Do they ever let you out of the house?
'Yes.
'Then you get out, lass, and find this Ravi Shekhar and tell him to get a message to the British. And the message is this. They mustn't attack the west wall. That's it, just that. The daft buggers are setting themselves to attack it right now, so it's urgent. Will you do that?
Mary licked her lips, then nodded. 'And you won't tell Kunwar about us?
'I wouldn't have told him anyway, Sharpe said. 'Of course I wouldn't. I wish you joy of the fellow, sister, eh? He smiled. 'Sister Aruna. It's nice to have some family and you're all I've got. And I hate to ask you to find this Shekhar fellow, but the Lieutenant and me, we just can't manage to escape so someone else has to send the message out. Looks like you. Sharpe grinned. 'But it looks like you've changed sides now and I don't blame you. So you don't mind doing this for me?
'I'll do it for you. I promise.
'You're a good lass. He stood. 'Do brothers kiss sisters in India?
Mary half smiled. T think they do, yes.
Sharpe gave her a very respectable kiss on the cheek, smelling her perfume. 'You look grand, Mary, he said. 'Too grand for me, eh?
'You're a good man, Richard.
'That won't get me very far in this world, will it? He backed away from Mary then grinned at Kunwar Singh who offered him a stiff, slight bow. 'You're a lucky man! Sharpe said, and then, with a backwards glance at the tall elegant woman who now called herself Aruna, he walked away from Mary Bickerstaff. Easy come, easy go, he thought, but there was also a pang of jealousy for the tall good-looking Indian. But what the hell? Mary was doing her best to survive and Sharpe could never blame someone for doing that. He was doing the same himself.
He had turned back towards the barracks where Gudin's battalion was quartered. He was thinking about Mary and about how graceful, even unapproachable, she had looked, and he was hardly looking where he was going when a cheerful shout warned him of an approaching bullock cart that was loaded with great barrels. Sharpe stepped hastily aside as the bullocks, their horns painted yellow and blue and tipped with small silver bells, lumbered past. He saw that the brightly painted cart was heading down a narrow alley which led towards the gatehouse in the western wall and the sentries at the gate, seeing the cart approach, heaved back the huge double doors.
And Sharpe instinctively knew something was amiss. He stood watching and suspected he was on the edge of solving the city's mystery. The guards were opening the gates, yet so far as Sharpe knew there were no gates in the city's western wall which faced the South Gauvery river. He knew of the Bangalore Gate to the east, the Mysore Gate to the south, and the much smaller Water Gate to the north, but no one had ever spoken of a fourth gate, yet there it was. Once, plainly, there had been another water gate here, a gate that opened onto the South Gauvery, and presumably that entrance to the city had long ago been sealed up, yet now Sharpe was watching the gates being opened and he impulsively turned and followed the cart down the alley. The cart had already vanished into the deep gloom inside the gate's tunnel and the two guards were dragging the big double doors closed, but then they saw the bright gold medallion on Sharpe's chest and maybe that rare token convinced them that he had the authority to enter. 'Looking for Colonel Gudin! Sharpe offered in brazen explanation when one of the two men nervously moved to intercept him. 'Got a message for the Colonel, see?
Then he was through the gate and he saw that it was not a passage out of the city at all, but was rather a long tunnel that led only to a blank stone wall. It had once been a gateway, that much was obvious, but at some time the old outer gate had been walled shut to leave this gloomy tunnel that was now stacked with barrels. They had to be powder barrels, for Sharpe could see pale lengths of fuses coming from their stoppered bungholes. The whole northern side of the tunnel was crammed with the powder barrels. Just the northern side.