‘Broken up, sir?’ Sharpe felt a chill in this warm room.
‘Lord Fenner suggests, Sharpe, that your men be given to other Battalions, that your Colours be sent home, that your officers either exchange into other regiments, sell their commissions, or make themselves available for our disposal.’
Richard Sharpe has become famous due to his deeds in battle in Portugal and Spain. Now, with the French armies driven back over the Pyrenees and Wellington preparing to lead his troops into Napoleon’s homeland, Sharpe discovers there is a price to pay for victory: his battalion has lost almost half of its strength and the replacements from England fail to materialize. Lord Fenner at the Ministry of War has apparently written the South Essex down in the books as a lost cause.
Richard Sharpe is sent back to England, accompanied by his trusty Irish sidekick sergeant Harper and by two junior officers, to find out what happened to the second battalion of the South Essex regiment, supposed to be recruiting and training those sorely needed replacements. On the books at the Ministry there are seven hundred men available.
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So, after sixteen books of continuous warfare, the series takes a break from war and sends its hero on shore leave to the home country. Sharpe and his friends are due a rude awakening in England about how well respected and well supported are the men who laid down their lives in defence of the realm. The supposed holiday episode will turn more dangerous than many a military campaign.
The first shock for the returning soldiers, as well as for the long term reader of the series, is the change of scenery – from the harsh, arid and devastated landscape of Northern Spain to the bucolic and lush Essex countryside.
They walked through an England heavy with food and soft with foliage, a country of ponds and rivers and streams and lakes. A country of pink-cheeked women and fat men, of children who were not wary of soldiers or strangers. It was unnatural to see chickens pecking the road-verges undisturbed, their necks not wrung by soldiers; to see cows and sheep that were in no danger from the Commissary officers, to see barns unguarded, and cottage doors and windows not broken apart for firewood, nor marked with the chalk hieroglyphs of the billeting sergeants.
The second surprise for Sharpe is to discover the barracks of the second South Essex regiment empty of both troops and superior officers, with only a couple of debased juniors as caretakers. Apparently, somebody has been recruiting new men using Sharpe’s own glorious wins [a French golden eagle standard will feature heavily in the plot] and absconding them in a location unknown. The only option left for Sharpe is to head to London and demand some answers from Lord Fenner and his allies in the ministry.
And what a nest of vipers this high society of Prince Regents, dandies and fashionable ladies this will turn out to be!
At least you can trust Bernard Cornwell and Richard Sharpe to find some action of the bedroom sort even in the most adverse situations. This side-plot is such a sure-thing in a Sharpe novel, that I have come to chuckle and roll my eyes every time the soldier walks into a room where ladies are present.
Sharpe had noticed her earlier, for in this over-heated, crowded room she stood out like a jewel amongst offal. She was tall, slim, with dark red hair piled high above her thin, startling face. Her eyes were green, as green as Sharpe’s jacket, and they stared at him with a kind of defiance.
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When a direct attack is unadvisable and/or doomed to failure, Richard Sharpe can be trusted to come up with a trick or two to confuse his enemy and give his own men the edge. Failing to impress the Prince Regent and Lord Fenner with his pleas for finding the missing regiment, Sharpe and Harper take matters into their own hands, and this is where the novel really kicks into high gear: they disguise themselves as fresh recruits in order to be taken to the secret location of the missing regiment, where they find themselves in a battle for their own lives from the crooks they are about to expose.
I don’t believe it is much of a spoiler to reveal that the high lords at the Ministry of War care more about lining their pockets than about the readiness of Lord Wellington’s troops. Such a black market for able bodied men already existed in a grey area of the law, where the Army allowed officers to pay extra to third party recruiters in order to fill their gaps.
Crimping was not a honourable trade. The army was chronically short of recruits. In 1812, Sharpe knew, it had lost more than twenty-five thousand men through disease or war, and less than five thousand had come forward in Britain to take their place.
The real surprise is how vicious the practice becomes when done in secrecy and how far up in the Empire’s hierarchy the clues led.
Such raids on men’s pay were quite normal in the army; half of every man’s wages was deducted for food alone; yet Sharpe had never seen it done on such a scale or with such enthusiastic rapacity.
Surprisingly for me, this detour into England proved to be more entertaining and more seriously minded than many a previous battle episode. Cornwell does an excellent contrasting portrait of the two realities in Spain and in England, with a firm grasp of both the political currents at play and the feel from the ordinary recruit in camp. In particular, I enjoyed the chapters with the local recruiting Sergeant and the descriptions of the fabled Pleasure Gardens at Vauxhall.
For those addicted to action, there is more than enough here to fill two books instead of one, and for those who like their hero to have a romantic side to his personality, Richard Sharpe meets again a nubile young woman he has first seen in Spain: Jane Gibbons. She is the blond, innocent and marriage bound alternative to the red-headed man-eater from the gentry saloons. Who will the dashing officer pick in the end?
Disillusioned by his experiences in England and forced by the peaceful life he sees all around him to reconsider his goals, Richard Sharpe has a rare moment of introspection and of worry about what the future will bring.
What would he do with himself if there was no war? He had become so hardened by it, so craving of its excitement, so sure of himself within its achievements, what would he do with twenty-four hours a day? Even with the money of the diamonds, what would he do? Grub up new land? Breed cows? Or would he, and he dimly saw the possibility though he dreaded it, stay in the army to insist that it must never change from the machine that had defeated Napoleon?
Still, the war with Napoleon is not over yet, and Sharpe has a duty to his regiment waiting in Spain. Time to do what he does best, and charge into battle with colours flying high!
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The cherry on the cake of this unusual episode in the series is one of the best battle accounts from Cornwell, describing the allied armies pouring over the mountains and overcoming the line of French defensive forts.
‘Are you loaded?’
‘Yes, sir! the voices chorused at him.
‘One more time, lads! Once more into the breach and we must be bloody mad. Go!’
Onward for me too, with the next Sharpe adventure.