Аннотация
Bernard Cornwell
Sharpe’s Trafalgar
CHAPTER 1
“A hundred and fifteen rupees,” Ensign Richard Sharpe said, counting the money onto the table.
Nana Rao hissed in disapproval, rattled some beads along the wire bars of his abacus and shook his head. “A hundred and thirty-eight rupees, sahib.”
“One hundred and bloody fifteen!” Sharpe insisted. “It were fourteen pounds, seven shillings and threepence ha’penny.”
Nana Rao examined his customer, gauging whether to continue the argument. He saw a young officer, a mere ensign of no importance, but this lowly Englishman had a very hard face, a scar on his right cheek and showed no apprehension of the two hulking bodyguards who protected Nana Rao and his warehouse. “A hundred and fifteen, as you say,” the merchant conceded, scooping the coins into a large black cash box. He offered Sharpe an apologetic shrug. “I get older, sahib, and find I cannot count!”
“You can count, all right,” Sharpe said, “but you...
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