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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 his movements and he would go as close as he dared to the fort。 'Five minutes； sir。'
'Then go。 Listen！' Windham checked Sharpe's movement。 'I want a report； that's all； d'you understand？ See where they are。 Have they been discovered？ How long till they succeed？ Understand？'
'Yes； sir。'
'I want you back here in ten minutes。 Ten minutes； Sharpe。 ' He turned to Major Collett。 'Can you give me ten minutes？'
'Yes； sir。'
'Good。 Off you go； Sharpe！ Hurry！'
He began running； his dark uniform invisible against the night； towards the fort and the hidden dam。 He went right； skirting the light of the carcasses； heading towards the ravine of the Rivillas downstream of the dam。 He stumbled on tussocks； slipped on damp earth； but he was free； alone and free。 Grapeshot whistled overhead； fired from the castle； but he was well beneath it； hidden in the darkness； and the stabbing musket flames from the fort were to his left。 He slowed down； knowing that the stream could not be far； wary in case French patrols were lurking in the ravine。 He unslung the rifle from his shoulder and pulled the flint back to full cock。 The spring was heavy； satisfying； and he felt the sear fall into place。 He was armed； what was it Hogan said？ Cap a pie； whatever that meant； but it felt good and he grinned at the night as he went forward； slowly now； his eyes searching for the ravine's edge。 He had pulled his shako low over his eyes so that the peak hid the white…centered cannon flames from his sight； preserving his night vision； and then he saw a streak of deeper shadow； fringed with bushes； and he knew he had reached the stream bank。 He lay flat； pulled himself forward； and peered over the edge。
The ravine was deeper than he had imagined。 The bank fell steeply away from him down to a dull sheen of water some eighteen or twenty feet below。 There was no sound from the ravine； except the stream's murmur； and no sign of the Light pany or sappers。 He looked left。 The dam was a black shape next to the fort； just forty yards from him； and it seemed empty； silent； holding back the huge weight of water。
He slithered over the edge； still on his stomach； and let his weight slide him down between long…spined thorn bushes； the rifle held ahead of him； and suddenly there was a challenge。 'Who goes there？' It was a hoarse； frightened whisper。
'Sharpe！ Who's that？'
'Peters； sir。 Thank God you're here。 '
He saw the man's shape； crouched beneath a bush beside the water。 He went close。 'What's happening？'
'Don't know； sir。 Captain went forward； sir。 ' Peters pointed towards the dam。 'That was ten minutes ago； sir。 Left me here。 Do you think they've gone； sir？'
'No。 Stay here。 ' He patted the man's shoulder。 'They'll e back this way。 You'll be all right。'
Rymer and the sappers could not be far away； being remarkably silent； and Sharpe waded up the stream； the water up to his knees； and waited for a challenge。 It came twenty yards from the dam； just beneath the fort； where small trees arched up over the Rivillas。 'Who goes there？'
'Sharpe！' He whispered。 'Who's that？'
'Hakeswill。' There was a hint of a chuckle。 'e to help？'
Sharpe ignored it。 'Where's Captain Rymer？'
'Here！' The voice came from beyond Hakeswill and Sharpe pushed past the Sergeant； smelling the man's breath； and saw a glint of gold from Rymer's uniform。 'The Colonel sent me。 He's nervous。'
'So am I。' Rymer offered no further information。
'What's happening？'
'The powder's laid； the sappers have gone back； and Fitchett's up there。 He should be putting in the fuse！' Rymer sounded nervous and Sharpe could understand it。 If the dam blew now； by mistake； then the pany would be caught by a wall of water。
There were footsteps from the rampart of the fort； just thirty feet above them； and Sharpe heard Rymer draw in breath。 The footsteps sounded casual。 Rymer began to breath out。 'Oh； God！ No！'
A flicker of flame； the size of a candle； that seemed to waver； go out； then spring up fierce and bright。 In its light Sharpe could see two men； blue uniformed； who held the carcass and then tossed it out over the ravine so that it fell； sparks flying up from it； down to the streambed。 Pieces of burning straw exploded from the carcass； it rolled on the ravine side； tumbling flame； and plunged into the stream。 It hissed。 The flames flickered； trying to hold the top edge； and then died。 Rymer's breath came out in a long； long sigh。 Sharpe put his mouth close to Rymer's ear。 'Where are your men？'
'Some here。 Most have gone。'
The answer was not much help。 Another flame appeared on the ramparts； grew like die first； and this time the French held it longer so that the fire caught fiercely on the oil…soaked straw so that it blazed like a signal beacon。 They rolled it over the edge； it bounced once； spraying sparks； and then caught on a thorn bush。 The thorns crackled and flared and in the sudden light Sharpe could see the Engineer Lieutenant； Fitchett； crouching motionless by a stack of barrels。 The French must see him！
But the French were not sure what they were looking for。 Orders had e to look in the ravine； and so they peered over the edge and saw strange dark shadows； which was what a man expected to see at night； and they saw no movement so they relaxed。 Sharpe could see the two men clearly。 They seemed glad to be away from the front of the fort； were talking and laughing； and then they jerked upright； disappearing from sight； and there came the bark of an order and he supposed an officer had e to the rampart。
Fitchett moved。 He began scrambling towards Rymer and Sharpe； trying to move silently； but he was panicked by the burning carcass and he slipped； falling into the stream。 A shout from the rampart； an officer's head leaning over the stone； and Fitchett had the sense to freeze and Sharpe saw the officer turn and shout a mand。 Flames came again on the rampart； a third carcass； and Sharpe knew they would have to fight。 Rymer stared up at the fort； his mouth open。
Sharpe nudged him。 'Shoot the officer。'
'What？'
'Shoot the bastard！ You've got Riflemen； haven't you？'
Rymer still did not move so Sharpe took his own Baker rifle； lifted the frizzen to check with a finger that the powder was still in the pan； and then aimed it up； through the stark thorn branches； towards the rampart。 Rymer seemed to wake up。 'Don't fire！'
The third carcass was hurled over the rampart； far across so that it bounced on the far side of the ravine and wedged itself on a rock。 Fitchett saw it； apparently falling towards him； and yelped and sprang towards the hidden pany。 The French officer shouted。
'Don't fire！' Rymer hit Sharpe's shoulder； ruining his aim so he kept his finger off the trigger。 Fitchett fell into the thorn trees； rubbing his ribs where he had fallen。 He had remembered the fuse and was trailing it； but Sharpe wondered if any had fallen with the Lieutenant into the water。 Fitchett looked w