The Generals

‘I see. And you have found comfortable quarters?’

The brigadier tilted his head to one side and shrugged.‘I have taken some rooms in a hotel in the Latin quarter. It’s cheap, but comfortable enough. I might find something more suitable,’ Bonaparte paused to add emphasis to the words that followed, ‘once I am returned to full pay, citizen.’

Carnot shifted in his chair as he recalled the circumstances of the brigadier’s reduction in pay. Bonaparte had been a protégé of the Robespierre brothers and when they had fallen many of their followers had been executed. Others, like Napoleon’s fellow Corsican, Antoine Saliceti, had gone into hiding. Others, like Napoleon Bonaparte, who openly espoused Jacobin politics, had been proscribed. Trumped-up charges of corruption and selling information to foreign powers had been enough to see Bonaparte sent to prison for several days. Even though the charges had been dismissed, Bonaparte had been only provisionally released on half-pay to continue his service in the army. No wonder the brigadier sounded bitter, Carnot reflected.

‘I assure you, I am doing what I can to restore your rights.’ Carnot opened out his hands.‘It’s the least France can do for one of its most promising young officers.’

If he expected a modest expression of gratitude at the remark, he was instantly disappointed. Napoleon simply nodded.

‘Yes, citizen . . . the very least. I have given good service to France, and I have been loyal to the revolution, and it is still my ambition to serve both as well as I can.’

‘France and the revolution are one and the same, Bonaparte.’

Napoleon gestured towards the window. ‘You might say that, citizen, but there are plenty of voices on the streets that do not. I must have passed a score of royalist notices plastered across the walls as I walked here. Not to mention a man selling royalist pamphlets, not a hundred paces from the entrance to the Tuileries. I doubt he would consider that France and the revolution are the same thing.’

‘Then he is a fool.’

Napoleon’s eyebrows rose. ‘I wonder how many more fools are out there, citizen?’

‘Enough to provide encouragement for the enemies of the republic,’ Carnot admitted. ‘Which is why they must be crushed without mercy. It is the duty of every officer in the French army to assist in the process, distasteful as that no doubt seems to you. Do you find such a duty distasteful, Bonaparte?’

‘I do. As you will know from my letter.’

‘Ah, yes, I recall. It seems that you do not wish to take up your post with the Army of the West.’

‘I am certain that my talents could be put to better use in other armies, citizen.There is no glory to be had in fighting one’s countrymen, no matter how misguided their politics. What chance have they got against professional soldiers? They will be slaughtered like i

Carnot leaned forward and lowered his voice. ‘For a bunch of i

Napoleon looked faintly amused. ‘I wonder how much this posting has to do with my ability, citizen.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I am an artillery officer. My speciality is the movement and disposition of ca

‘You will not be required to command artillery, as you already know.You have been appointed to an infantry brigade.’

‘Precisely, citizen. You make my point for me. I am a gu

‘You have demonstrated other talents,’ Carnot replied tersely. ‘I’ve read the reports of your work at Toulon.You lead from the front. That’s the kind of inspiration our men need in taking on the rebel scum in the Vendée. Also, you know how to organise. Most of all, you are single-minded and perhaps ruthless. That’s why you are needed in the Army of the West.’

Napoleon was silent for a moment before he replied. ‘Even if that is true, I can conceive of another reason why the Committee wants to send me to the Vendée.’

‘Oh?’ Carnot stared back at him and said acidly, ‘Do please explain yourself.’

‘It would appear that my loyalty is still doubted. At a time when good artillery officers are desperately needed in the other armies, why else would the Committee send me to fight Frenchmen, except to prove that I have no common purpose with the rebels?’

‘The Committee has its reasons, and it is not obliged to share them with you, Bonaparte. You have your orders. You are a soldier; it is not your place to question orders. So you will join the Army of the West as soon as possible. That is the end of the matter.’

‘I see.’ Napoleon nodded. ‘Unless the Committee has cause to reconsider its decision.’

‘It won’t.’ Carnot raised his hands and folded the palms together beneath his chin.‘There’s nothing more to be said. Now, if you don’t mind, I have work to do.’

Napoleon was still for a moment before he replied. ‘Of course, citizen. I will take my leave.’

Carnot’s shoulders relaxed a moment as the tension eased slightly. He had feared that the brigadier would prove more obdurate than this, and felt that he ought to offer some last word of encouragement. ‘If you serve us as well in the Vendée as you served us at Toulon, then I’m sure you will find that the next posting will be more agreeable, more . . . glorious.’

Napoleon fixed him with an even stare.‘I understand, citizen.’

‘Then, good day to you.’ Carnot quickly reached for his pen and pulled another requisition off the pile.

Napoleon turned and strode to the door, then paused and looked back.‘Before I take up my new command, there are a few personal matters I need to attend to. I have not had any leave for over a year. I would appreciate some time to get my affairs in order, citizen.’

‘How long?’

Napoleon pursed his lips for a moment. ‘A month. Perhaps two.’

‘Two months, then. No more. I’ll have my secretary inform the Committee.’

‘Very well.Thank you, citizen.’ Napoleon bowed his head and stepped out of the office, closing the door loudly behind him.

Carnot winced and muttered, ‘Damn the man . . . Just who the hell does he think he is?’

Chapter 2

‘I’ve sold my carriage,’ Napoleon said as he poured more wine into the cups of his two friends.They were sitting in one of the bars on the Palais-Royal.The thoroughfare was begi

Marmont and Junot exchanged a look before Junot took a healthy swig from his cup and set it down softly. ‘What did you get for it, sir?’

‘Three thousand francs.’

Marmont pursed his lips. ‘That’s a fair enough price.’

Napoleon shook his head. ‘I was paid in assignats.’

‘Ah . . . That’s not so good.’