Jack Steel Adventure Series Books 1-3: Man of Honour, Rules of War, Brothers in Arms. Iain Gale

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СКАЧАТЬ lines. This morning they had found the river Ach at the little town of Au and had been following it ever since. According to the map they had another eight miles before they reached the crossing of the Lech and then another day’s march back to Donauwörth, if indeed that was where Marlborough had now taken his army. Hawkins had intimated that there might be some movement in the main body while Steel was away on his mission. He realized that his best recourse was to dispatch Williams in search of an outlying cavalry picquet from their army, once they grew closer to the theatre of operations. He turned to the boy and pointed at the wheeling kite.

      ‘Look, Tom. D’you see it. Up there.’

      Together they watched as the bird swooped down into a field, diving on its prey.

      Steel turned to Williams.

      ‘Tom, I think that tomorrow I may send you on an errand.’

      ‘Sir?’

      ‘I was contemplating dispatching you to find the army. D’you think you could manage it?’

      ‘Of course, Sir. I’m quite certain of it.’

      ‘Then you’re a step ahead of me. We’re heading back towards Donauwörth now, but in truth I’m damned if I know where His Grace might be at present. You’ll just have to keep your head low and nose around until you see some redcoats.’

      ‘And then make sure that they’re our redcoats, and not the French, Sir.’

      ‘Quite so. You would think that someone might by now have realized that it would be a great deal easier to fight a war – to actually kill your enemy – if you were able to tell at a glance whether or not they were on your side. Certainly, we British wear red coats, just as the French foot have their white and grey. But are not our friends the Danes now too in grey?

      ‘And the Austrians retain a different colour of coat for every regiment. Sometimes I pity our commanders almost as much as I pity the men they command.’

      The boy laughed and Steel with him. They had grown closer over the days and he was anxious to give the lad as much action as he could before they returned to the camp and prepared for the great battle which was surely soon to come.

      ‘How much further now, Sir, do you suppose, until we are within striking distance?’

      ‘I would think in the region of another six miles. The remainder of the day’s march, God willing. I intend to stop for the night at a place called Bachweiden, if I have the name correctly. Rather too many “achs” and “bachs” hereabouts for me. From your uncle’s map it appears to sit on a small river, so we should be able to water the horses. The men might even bathe, if they wish. They deserve a rest.’

      They arrived at the little town at a little before five o’clock. It was a pretty place, with narrow cobbled streets which wound around a gentle hill and the half-timbered houses they had become used to in Swabia. As Steel had predicted, it sat above the confluence of two rivers beyond a gently arced stone bridge over the wider of the two. He halted the column before the bridge. The town looked deserted.

      Williams approached him:

      ‘Shall I take a party on reconnaissance, Sir?’

      ‘No. I think we’ll stop here for the moment. I don’t like it.’

      Williams followed his gaze across the bridge. Steel was right. The streets were quite empty. The young Ensign shivered as he recalled the carnage of Sattelberg. Steel saw him and read his mind.

      ‘No, Tom. I don’t think this is the work of the French again. We’re too far north here for them. Our own army, or at least our scouts might be just a few miles up that road. The French would never dare come so close.’

      But in truth Steel was not sure whether he believed his own words. He could detect no sign of life in the dusty streets and the houses stood with empty windows gazing blindly. There was the occasional crash as a door slammed or a shutter banged against a wall, caught in the breeze.

      ‘Sarn’t Slaughter.’

      The man came running from the front of the column. Steel dismounted.

      ‘Sir.’

      ‘Follow me. Bring your men and make sure their weapons are loaded.’

      As Slaughter relayed the orders, checked the flints and the powder, Steel handed Molly’s reins to Williams.

      ‘Tom, you stay with the column. Major Jennings is bound to try to interfere. He’ll want to move on, most likely. Blame whatever you need to on me. I shan’t be long. Bring the rest of the Grenadier company forward into the town and leave the Major’s men as a rearguard. We don’t want to be taken by surprise again.’ He slipped his gun from the leather saddlebag across Molly’s flank and, having loaded it, advanced at the head of his Grenadiers across the bridge and up the single narrow street – barely the width of one and a half of their wagons – that led from it into the town. Still there was no sign of life. Slowly the redcoats made their way up the cobbles and into the heart of the town.

      As was usual in these parts, Bachweiden was centred on a small square, with an arcaded market building on one side and on the other a church with a single spire. As Steel and his men moved between the houses, the clock on the church tower above them chimed the hour. It was the time at which work would stop and the tradesmen and workers of the town would be returning home to their families. But today there were no tradesmen. No families.

      Nor thankfully, thought Steel, was there anything to suggest that this had been the scene of any violent struggle or a massacre. There were no howling dogs. No stench of rotting corpses. Nothing. He turned to Slaughter.

      ‘What do you make of it, Jacob?’

      ‘I’d say the place has been abandoned, Sir. There’s no one here. I can feel it. They’ve all buggered off. Frightened of them Dutch dragoons, if you ask me. Place doesn’t smell of death, Sir. If you know what I mean.’

      Steel knew. There was an aura and an odour – honey-sweet and sickly – which hung around such places as Sattelberg. He hadn’t caught it here. He nodded.

      ‘Well we can’t search every house. I say we stay. Post picquets on the entrance roads and change the guard every hour. The men can take it in turns to bathe in the river. Keep them near the bridge, and make sure that the horses get watered. We’ll move the wagons into the main street. Tell the men to find what shelter they can for the night and make sure that there’s no looting. Oh, and Slaughter, tell Mister Williams to bring the carriage up to the square. I want that Bavarian bastard where I can see him tonight.’

      As Slaughter hurried off, Steel sat down on the edge of the fountain. He laid the gun down beside his leg and rubbed at his eyes. He had almost accomplished what he had been sent to do for Marlborough and Hawkins. They were very nearly back with the army. Soon perhaps he might return to normality. Soon too he hoped they would face the French in the longed-for battle. Would that be an end to the war? He doubted it. Steel hoped it would not be, if that were not too dreadful a hope to nurture. War was his world. War brought him to life and he knew that would ever be the way.

      He thought about what he had become and what he had come from. Of the family home and the farm and the happiness that filled them before his mother had died. He had been just eleven, poised on adulthood, ready to go to Eton and filled with hope for the future. Her death had СКАЧАТЬ