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“Oh I say, what’s the matter?”
But Louise could not tell him. Apart from the fact that she believed her teeth to be on the point of falling out, she had not had her period for several weeks and was afraid that she was barren. She wanted desperately to confide in someone about this, but once again found it impossible to find anyone suitable … her mother was too distraught, her father was dead, and she could not bring herself to mention it to Miriam for fear of provoking some too blunt observations on the mysterious workings of a lady’s insides. After a while, however, she forced herself to smile, and dried her eyes on one of Fleury’s shirt sleeves that looked fairly clean. She promised herself that she could continue sobbing later on, after she had gone to bed in the billiard room. Sobbing there was so commonplace that nobody noticed any more.
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It had become evident by now that the sepoys were preparing to make a major assault in order to bring about the end of the siege. From the observation post on the Residency roof Mr Ford reported that new contingents of sepoys were streaming into the enemy lines from every direction. It was impossible to be sure whether these were new recruits to the Krishnapur field, perhaps freed from the victorious siege of the feringhees somewhere else on the plain, or simply men who had deserted during the rains returning now to finish the job. Among the arriving troops, however, Mr Ford noticed several squadrons of lancers trailing the green flag of Islam; they looked much too well drilled and well equipped to be merely returning deserters. He also noticed several ca
Mr Ford, as befitted an engineer, possessed a methodical nature; he made a careful scrutiny of the sepoy encampment and noted on an improvised map the location of various groups and regiments; he also came to deduce, by painstakingly observing the arrival and departure of ammunition carts, the position of the main sepoy magazine. This last piece of information was passed on to Harry Dunstaple, whose skill as a gu
On the afternoon of 12 September, a Saturday, Mr Ford sent an urgent message to the Collector … He had become certain by watching the preparations in the sepoy camp that they would make a major assault within the next few hours. The Collector had independently arrived at the same conclusion by watching the slope above the melon beds where the number of spectators was begi
“Is there no way we could hit their magazine? That would give us a few extra days.”
“It’s just out of range, Mr Hopkins. If we still had horses …”
The Collector smiled wanly. “If we still had horses we could eat them.”
Towards evening the Collector gave the order for everyone who could be spared from the ramparts to assemble in the hall, he wanted to say a few words to the garrison.
“I suppose he’s going to tell us that gentlemen now abed in England will be sorry that they’re not here,” remarked the Magistrate, but nobody was amused by this loathsome display of cynicism and the Magistrate was left to chortle grimly by himself, his soul pickled in vinegar.
“We’ve a lot of work to do tonight,” said the Collector when everyone had assembled in the hall. “It’s almost certain that the enemy will attack the Residency from the north, very likely at dawn tomorrow. We shall do our best, of course, to hold the Residency against them, but the chances are that we are now too few to be able to do so … For this reason all the wounded, the ladies, and the children must be taken to the banqueting hall tonight, together with water, powder, cloth, and indeed every single object that might come to our assistance. Provided we take enough water with us there’s no reason why we shouldn’t be able to hold out for a considerable time in the banqueting hall, which is in a far better situation for defence … and let me remind you that with every passing day, relief comes nearer … perhaps as much as twenty miles nearer with every day’s march … You must believe me when I tell you that they’re out there on the plain somewhere and coming towards us. I know they are. Another week and we are saved.
“There’s just one other matter which I mention only to set your minds at rest … We’ve decided to conserve sufficient powder in the banqueting hall to blow ourselves up if the worst comes to the worst. I think we’re all agreed that it’s better for us to die honourably together in this way than to risk a worse fate at the hands of the enemy.” A tremor went through the Collector’s audience at these words. Vokins, in particular, could not see how this a
When he had finished speaking the Collector hesitated for a moment on the stairs, looking down at the tired and gaunt faces below him. Earlier he had heard that a young clerk from the Post Office had shot himself while lying in bed … he had left a young widow, to whom he had been married in Calcutta during the previous cold season; this act of despair had moved him more than any other of the many deaths he had witnessed since the begi
“The Lord our God is one Lord: them that serve other gods, God shall judge.”
“Lord have mercy upon us,” muttered the congregation of skeletons.
“Idolaters and all them that worship God’s creatures, God shall judge.”
“Amen. Lord have mercy upon us.”
“The Lord’s day is holy; them that profane it, God shall judge.”
The Collectors lips moved but his mind had already wandered away, besieged by practical questions … how would they manage for privies with so many people in the banqueting hall, assuming that they were driven out of the Residency? Would there be enough water? He must try and have a moment alone with each of his children before tomorrow morning. It was his duty. Besides, he might have no other chance to tell them that he loved them; Miriam, too. He had grown fond of her in the last few days. He would have liked to have put a hand on her shoulder now to comfort her. But even as this thought entered his mind the Padre’s voice came promptly to reprimand him: “Adulterers and fornicators and all unclean persons, God shall judge.”
“Amen. Lord have mercy upon us,” said the Collector heavily, making it sound more like a command than a supplication. But would it not have been better, he mused, to have left the banqueting hall and defended the Residency where there was a well? No, not so. . he had taken the right decision. The Residency was vulnerable. Even if shot to pieces the commanding position of the banqueting hall would still make it defensible. And how were the sepoys faring? They must know by now whether a relief force was coming near. Perhaps that was why they were determined to attack now without further delay? What a shame it all is, even so! What a waste of all the good work that has been done in India! Still, there must be some way of destroying their magazine.
“Covetous persons and extortioners and them that grind the faces of the poor, God shall judge.”