The Fields of Death - Scarrow Simon - Страница 11

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‘I see. Tell him that I am full of admiration for the patriotic zeal he demonstrates, but such zeal must be tempered by the realities of the situation. My sources tell me that Marshal Victor and his army protect the route to Madrid. It would be wise for us to fall on him while he is outnumbered by our combined strength, would it not?’

Cuesta considered this for a moment and nodded.

‘In which case then, I suggest we join our forces at . . .’Arthur leaned over the map and saw that it was depressingly lacking in detail. The Tagus was marked, together with the road that ran beside it, and a few topographical features. ‘There. At Oropesa, ten days from now. Can his excellency move his army there by the appointed date?’

‘Of course. The Spanish army marches as swiftly as any.’

‘Delighted to hear it.’ Arthur eased himself back in his chair. ‘Now then, I have been told by the junta at Cadiz that his excellency has been instructed to arrange for my army to be provisioned.’

Cuesta frowned as Arthur’s words were translated.

‘His excellency is not obliged to act on the instructions of the junta.’ said O’Donoju. ‘Nevertheless he will provide your soldiers with whatever is necessary.’

‘I am grateful to him. Could you let me know where and when we will receive the supplies?’

Cuesta raised his hands and shrugged as he responded to O’Donoju.

‘His excellency says that his staff officers will deal with the matter. As soon as the supplies are ready a message will be sent to you.’

Arthur puffed his cheeks.‘It would greatly aid the close co-operation of our armies if I could be given the precise date and time now.’

‘That is not possible. But his excellency says that you need not fear going hungry. He gives his word that your needs will be satisfied.’

Arthur looked levelly at Cuesta for a moment. There was little enough gold in the British army’s war chest. In a matter of days he would be obliged to order a cut in rations. A week on from that there would be nothing to eat. He was depending on Cuesta. If the man had given his word, then that would have to be good enough. After all, what could the Spanish gain from starving their ally?

‘Very well. I will advance to Oropesa and meet his excellency there. Meanwhile I will await instructions concerning the supplies you have promised. If that is agreed, then I am afraid I must now depart to re-join my army. We will need to waste no time getting on the road to Oropesa, and victory thereafter.’

Cuesta nodded, then clicked his fingers.

‘His excellency will provide a guide to lead you and your escort back to the main road.’

Arthur raised a hand. ‘I offer him my thanks, but I am sure we can find our own way.’

‘As you wish.’

Arthur rose from his chair and bowed to Cuesta, who responded with a brief bob of his head, and then turned to leave the room and make his way back outside to the waiting escort. As he strode down the steps Arthur glanced at the Spanish officers and the soldiers lining the courtyard. His heart filled with foreboding at the prospect of cooperating with his allies in the coming campaign to find and crush Marshal Victor.

Chapter 5

Oropesa, 21 July 1809

‘Not a damn thing!’ Arthur snapped at Somerset as he threw down his riding crop and sat down heavily in his chair. ‘There is not one wagon of supplies, not even one cart. And no remounts for the cavalry, nor spare mules for our own vehicles.’

He shut his eyes and breathed in deeply to calm his irritation. The two armies had met on the appointed date and Arthur had at once ridden across to the Spanish headquarters to arrange for the distribution of supplies to his men. The army had been on half-rations for two days already and he was determined that they would march to battle with Marshal Victor on full stomachs. General Cuesta and his staff were at lunch when Arthur arrived. Several long tables had been arranged in the shade beneath the boughs of some Mediterranean oak trees. The table was piled with racks of roast mutton, freshly baked bread and bottles of wine. Arthur was ushered to the side of Cuesta, who sat on a large, cushioned seat, jaws working furiously as he hurried to finish his mouthful of meat. General O’Donoju had caught sight of the new arrival and rose from his bench, dabbing at his mouth as he came to interpret for the two commanders.

Arthur was covered with a fine layer of dust from the road and Cuesta gestured to the nearest bottle as he spoke.

‘His excellency says that you must be thirsty after the day’s march. He bids you refresh yourself.’

‘Please tell General Cuesta that I thank him for his offer and will have a drink, once he confirms that the supplies he has promised me are ready for my men to collect.’

O’Donoju did not translate the remark and simply shrugged his shoulders. ‘There are no supplies, sir.’

‘No supplies,’ Arthur repeated leadenly. ‘How can this be? General Cuesta gave me his word that the supplies would be here. Where are they?’

O’Donoju turned to his commander. Cuesta waved his hands dismissively, then stabbed another chunk of mutton with his fork and raised it to his mouth.

‘His excellency says that he gave orders to the local mayors for the supplies to be gathered, and that the local people have failed him. He regrets this and suggests that if you supply him with sufficient gold he will see that his best staff officers are sent out to buy what is needed.’

Arthur glanced round the tables. The men he could see, despite their finery, seemed to be the very last men he would entrust with what remained in the British army’s war chest. He turned back to O’Donoju and shook his head.

‘No. I will not pay for what I was promised by my ally. If General Cuesta would have the British as his allies then he is obliged to live up to the obligations of an ally.’ Arthur gestured to the sweep of the Tagus valley as he continued. ‘This is rich farmland. For the last few days we have marched through fields of crops, and orchards filled with fruit. There is more than enough to feed my army here.’

Cuesta chewed slowly on his fresh mouthful of meat and then made his reply.

‘His excellency says that if that is the case, why did your men not help themselves to supplies as they passed through?’

‘Because we are not the French,’Arthur replied as evenly as he could. ‘If I permitted my men to forage freely across your lands it would very soon place a terrible strain on the alliance between our two nations.’

O’Donoju listened to his master’s reply and turned to Arthur. ‘His excellency says that if you will not take the trouble to feed yourselves then he does not see why he should do it for you.’

‘I will not have my army be seen as some horde of looters. It would be better if General Cuesta demanded that the local landowners hand over what I require. At least that would have the virtue of not turning the local people against us.’

‘Sir,’ O’Donoju gestured to the officers around the table. ‘Most of these men are local landowners, or at least they are related to them. They would not countenance offending against their family’s interests.’

Arthur felt his temper rising dangerously and closed his eyes for a moment to force himself to remain calm. He spoke in a low, hard tone when he continued. ‘Tell him that I am astonished that men could act so selfishly when their nation is threatened by tyranny. Is there no sense of honour amongst the nobles of Spain?’

O’Donoju was about to translate when Arthur took his arm. ‘No. Don’t bother. It would serve no purpose to impugn the integrity of the general and his staff. I just need to know what is the latest news of Marshal Victor.’

‘Victor is not thirty miles from here,’ O’Donoju replied. ‘A short distance to the east of the town of Talavera. He has taken up a defensive position behind one of the tributaries of the Tagus.’

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