‘I believe I am correct in stating that any substantial subsidy would not be voted by parliament,’ said Sir William, shaking his head in a way that suggested the notion was preposterous. Then he turned to Colonel Norris again, and fixed him very intently.
Norris looked uncomfortable.
‘What would be the consequence of occupying the lines as found?’
‘I . . . that is . . . it would not serve, Sir William, for the defences are not in any condition to stand.’
‘And if the money were forthcoming, how long would the works take?’
‘Three to four months, Sir William.’
Lieutenant-General Sir William Clinton, beetle-browed, lowered his voice. ‘You may suppose that if His Majesty’s ministers send troops as promptly as they do now, His Majesty’s ministers are of the opinion that invasion is imminent.’
Colonel Norris now looked distinctly uncomfortable.
‘What is your alternative design?’
‘Alternative? I do not have one, Sir William. My initial appreciation of the situation determined me upon the best course, which is the restoration of the lines of Torres Vedras.’
Sir William slammed his hand on the table. ‘Damn it, man! There’s neither the money nor the time to restore the lines! Have you no other thoughts on the matter?’
Colonel Norris was stunned. He opened his mouth, but he could only splutter.
‘Ash, give me that paper of Hervey’s!’ barked Sir William.
What was left of the colour in Norris’s face drained away. ‘Major Hervey? What has he to do with it?’
Sir William ignored the protest. He all but threw the manuscript across the table. ‘See, here: it was you who forwarded it to London, I imagine?’
Design for the Employment of British Troops
in the Defence of the Portuguese Regency against InvasionObject to repel invasion by land by those Portuguese forces disloyal to the Regency, and their Spanish abettors.Information It is known from the assemblage of the Portuguese elements that there exists the threat of invasion in the north of the country, into Tras os Montes, and in the south from Huelva into Algarve. These however would not threaten the capital immediately. This latter is likeliest from south of the Serra da Estrela and along the valley of the Tagus, or through the passes of the Alentejo, having crossed the frontier at Portalegre, Elvas or Ardila, each of which places is fortified.Intention A general reserve be constituted from which troops may be sent to Tras os Montes or Algarve. The line Portalegre–Elvas–Ardila be re-inforced by infantry and cavalry of the Ordenanza. A mobile division be formed at Lisbon or Torres Vedras, three brigades, light, two Portuguese one British, and cavalry brigade mixed. This division ready to march to frontier once it is known where the enemy intends his main advance. Portuguese Telegraph Corps to establish line from Torres Vedras to Elvas, and thence to Portalegre and Ardila. Cavalry to establish despatch routes in case of failure of telegraph.
M.P. Hervey
Bt-Major
Lisbon, 26 October 1826
Colonel Norris turned the pages of the memorandum, and its detailed annexes, with increasing alarm – and anger. It was familiar enough, but no more welcome than on the first occasion he had seen it. ‘No, Sir William, I did not send this to London. I considered it, as I would a submission from a subordinate, and dismissed it as unfeasible. I am greatly dismayed that Major Hervey should have sent this to London without my leave. Indeed, I regard it as—’
Sir William turned to the chargé, as though he did not hear. ‘Mr Forbes, I should like to go at once to meet Senhor Saldanha.’ He rose and walked from the room without a word.
CHAPTER FOUR
REPUTATIONS
Badajoz, the same day
Hervey sat down again as the door closed. It had been three days since he had given Dr Sanchez his letter for Dom Mateo, and there had been no acknowledgement from Elvas. Sanchez had assured him he need not worry: the ‘authorities’ had no objection to a reasonable correspondence. Indeed, they believed it would help secure his prompt release – on the proper terms. It was just that the couriers were slow; and, no doubt, the censor too. But to Hervey there could be no terms. He could no more give his parole than he could turn and run in the face of the foe. It was unthinkable to promise not to bear arms against the King’s enemies merely to gain one’s release, prompt or otherwise. Parole was for dilettanti, not for ‘professional’ officers. And, as if to rub salt into the wound, although he did not truly imagine they intended it, by the terms of the parole which the ‘authorities’ had now placed before him, he was to quit the country by means of a merchantman from Corunna.
No place was calculated to stir memories of ignominy like Corunna. In all that had passed since, in his heights and in his depths, Corunna still had the power to shock him, to sadden him, to make him anger faster than most everything else. He had watched the heroes of his boyhood, His Majesty’s redcoats, behave with every perversion the Mutiny Act could name during that retreat to the sea. He had watched as officers turned their back on duty; he had seen the cruellest destruction of the noblest of animals; he had witnessed craven merchant captains abandon their ships and their human cargoes; and at Plymouth, when they had finally been delivered from the nightmare, he had seen the horror in the faces of his fellow countrymen as they beheld the condition of the nation’s soldiers. He had been but seventeen, and he had wondered if there could be any recovery from such a calamity – in his own regiment not least.
The recovery had been more rapid than anyone had supposed possible. In part this was due to Major Joseph Edmonds – or Captain Edmonds, as first he was when they came back from Corunna – whose unremitting exertions drove every man to the greatest effort. The best of the non-commissioned officers, too, had shown energy and enterprise of a high order, and the troop-officers themselves – denied leave even to request leave of absence by Edmonds – had achieved much by their mere attendance at parades. But it was the prompt appointment of a new commanding officer, and the nature of that officer, which turned endeavour into spectacular success.
Hervey could picture it still, as if it had been two, not eighteen, years past. Lieutenant-Colonel Lord George Irvine, second son of the Marquess of Tain, arrived at the Sixth’s Canterbury depot the fortnight following their own arrival, and it was at once evident that the new commanding officer was intent on gathering up the reins without delay. Instead of a stately progress from London by a Tain chariot, he arrived in a high tandem cocking cart covered in the mud of the Brighton road, for he meant business, and the earliest start to it. Hervey recalled Edmonds’s surprise as Lord George jumped from the box, in front of the officers’ house, and began brushing the mud from his hat.
Edmonds knew him by sight (and reputation) right enough, which was as well since Lord George’s plain clothes gave little clue to his rank. ‘Good morning, my lord,’ he said, saluting. ‘Edmonds, senior captain. We did not expect you so soon, else I should have turned out the quarter-guard.’
Lord George Irvine smiled as he took off his travelling coat. ‘It is of no matter. And “Colonel” will serve well enough.’
Edmonds took the outstretched hand. ‘Indeed, we had an express only this morning from Lord Sussex saying you were appointed to command. My congratulations, Colonel. I am sorry you will not find the regiment in hale condition.’