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as to open fire on the face of the fort to make the French believe that an attack was ing。 The other panies； under Windham； were in reserve。 The Colonel； Sharpe knew； was hoping that the false attack might reveal a weakness in the fort and turn itself into a real attack。 He had hopes of leading the South Essex across the ditch； up the stone wall； and into the defences。 Sharpe wondered how the Light pany were doing。 At least there had been no shots from the castle； no shouted challenge from the dam's fort； so presumably they were still undetected。 The Rifleman felt uneasy。 If all went well； according to Windham's timetable； the dam should be blown a few minutes after eleven； but Sharpe's instincts were gloomy。 He thought of Teresa inside the city； of the child； and wondered whether the explosion； if it ever came； would wake up the baby。 His baby！ It still seemed miraculous that he had a child。
'The powder should be in place； Sharpe！'
'Yes； sir。' He only half heard the Colonel's words but he knew that Windham was merely talking to cover his nervousness。 They had no way of knowing where the powder was。 Sharpe tried to imagine the sappers； laden down like south coast brandy smugglers； creeping up the ravine towards the dam； but Windham interrupted his thoughts。
'Count the musket flashes； Sharpe！'
'Yes； sir。' He knew that the Colonel was hoping that the fort； by some miracle； would be thinly defended and that the South Essex could overwhelm it by sheer numbers。 It was； Sharpe knew； a vain hope。
Off to their left； a half mile up the hill； the flames stabbed from the siege guns and each flash lit the rolling smoke that filled the air over the floodwaters。 The French guns replied； firing at the muzzle flashes； but the enemy fire had slackened in the last two days。 They were hoarding their ammunition； saving it for the new batteries of the second parallel。
'Not long now。' The Colonel spoke to himself； then； louder。 'Major Forrest？'
'Sir？' Forrest appeared from the darkness。
'All well； Forrest？'
'Yes； sir。' Forrest； like Sharpe； had nothing to do。
There was a sudden crackle of musketry； muffled by distance； from the north and Windham spun round。 'Not us； I think。' It was much too far away to be concerned with the Light pany's attack； far off to the north； across the river； men of the Fifth Division were keeping the French forts occupied。 Windham relaxed。 'Must be soon； gentlemen。'
A shout came from the darkness in front。 The three officers froze； listened； and it came again。 'Qui vive？' A French sentry had challenged。 Sharpe heard Windham suck in breath。
'Qui vive？' Louder。 'Gardez…vous！' A musket stabbed from the fort towards the dark field。
'Damn。' Windham spat the word out。 'Damn； damn； damn！'
There were more shouts from the fort； followed by a glow of light that grew； showed leaping flames； and a carcass was hurled into the darkness； across the ditch； and Sharpe could see Collett's panies outlined by the fire。
'Fire？ ！' The shout carried easily。 The loopholes of the small fort sprang musket fire； and the British panies replied。
'Damn！' Windham shouted。 'We're early！'
Collett's panies were firing in platoon fire； the volleys rolling down the faces of the panies； the balls hammering audibly on the fort's stonework。 The officers were shouting； trying to sound like a larger force； the muskets firing like clockwork。 Sharpe watched the defences。 The French musket fire was constant and he guessed that each man at a loophole or embrasure had at least two other men loading spare muskets。 'I don't think they're short of defenders； sir。 '
'Damn！' Windham ignored Sharpe。
The Cathedral clock sent its flat notes out to mingle with the sound of the firefight。 More carcasses were lit in the fort； thrown out； and Sharpe heard Collett ordering his men to go back； into the darkness。 Windham was pacing up and down； his frustration obvious。 'Where's the Light pany？ Where's the Light pany？'
The gunners on the city wall heaved on the traces； turned their cannon； and loaded with grapeshot。 They fired； the flames pointing down into the dark field； and Sharpe heard the whistle of shot。
'Open order！' Collett's voice carried back to Sharpe。 'Open order！' It was a sensible precaution against grapeshot that would keep casualties low； but it would not help to convince the French that a real attack was in progress。 Windham drew his sword。
'Captain Leroy！'
'Sir？' The voice came from the darkness。
'Forward with your pany！ On Major Collett's right！'
'Yes； sir。 ' The Grenadier pany was ordered forward； adding to the confusion。
Windham turned to Sharpe。 'Time； Sharpe？'
Sharpe remembered hearing the cathedral bell。 'Two minutes after eleven； sir。 '
'Where are they？'
'Give them time； sir。'
Windham ignored him。 He stared forward at the fort； at the burning carcasses that lit the whole ditch and the front of the field。 Small groups of men were running forward； kneeling； firing and sprinting back into the darkness； and Sharpe saw one man fall in a shower of grape； his body motionless in the light of the flames。 Two other men ran forward； grabbed his legs； and tugged the body back to their pany。 'Aim！ Present！ Fire！' The familiar orders rang round the field； the muskets fired towards the fort； and the deadly grapeshot pattered down from the high walls。
'Captain Sterritt？' Windham bellowed。
'Sir？'
'Present yourself to Major Collett！ Your pany will reinforce him！'
'Yes； sir！〃 Another pany went forward and Sharp； guiltily； thought that another Captain had been sent into the range of the grapeshot。 He wondered what had happened to Rymer。 There was no firing from the rear of the fort； but no explosion either。 He looked constantly； waiting for the eruption of flame and smoke； but there was。 only silence from the dam。
'Where are they？' Windham pounded a fist against his thigh； cut at the air with his sword。 'Damn them！ Where are they？'
Men were stumbling back from the fight； wounded by the grapeshot； and Collett was pulling the panies further back。 There was no point； he reasoned； in losing men in an attack that was only a fake assault。 The fire from the fort slackened。 Still no explosion。
'Damn！ We need to know what's happening！'
'I'll go； sir。 ' Sharpe could see Windham's careful scheme collapsing。 The French must know by now that the attack was not real； and it would not take any great intelligence to reason that the dam was the real target。 He tried to imagine the sappers again； laden with their barrels。 〃They could have been captured； sir。 Maybe they've not even reached the dam。'
Windham hesitated and； as he paused； Major Collett shouted nearby。 'Colonel？ Sir？'
'Jack！ Here！'
Collett came up； saluted。 'Can't go on much longer； sir。 We're losing too many men to that damned grapeshot。'
Windham turned back to Sharpe。 'How long will it take you to get there？'
Sharpe thought fast。 He did not need to go softly； or take the long way round。 There was enough noise and chaos in the field to cover