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Baird grimaced。 'Very unpleasant executions； Lieutenant；' he said grimly。 'You still want to go？'
Lawford remained pale； but nodded。 'I think it's worth a try； sir。'
Wellesley snorted at the Lieutenant's foolishness； but Baird ignored the Colonel。 'At night the guards are withdrawn；' he went on； 'but there's still a sentry。'
'Just one？' Sharpe asked。
Just one； Private；' Baird confirmed。
'I can take care of one sentry； sir；' Sharpe boasted。
'Not this one；' Baird said grimly； 'because when I was there he was eight feet long if he was an inch。 He was a tiger； Sharpe。 A man…eater； and the eight foot don't count his tail。 He used to be put in the corridor every night； so pray you don't ever end up in the Tippoo's cells。 Pray that Ravi Shekhar will know how to get McCandless out。''Or at the very least；' Harris intervened； 'pray that Shekhar can discover what McCandless knows and that you can get that news out to us。'
'So that's what we want of you！' Baird said to Sharpe with a brusque cheerfulness。 'Are you willing to go； man？'
Sharpe reckoned it was all idiocy； and he did not much like the sound of the tiger； but he knew better than to show any reluctance。 'I reckon three is better than two thousand； sir；' he said。
'Three？' Baird asked； puzzled。
'Three stripes are better than two thousand lashes； sir。 If we find out what you want to know or else fetch this Colonel McCandless out of jail； sir； can I be a sergeant？' He asked the question of Wellesley。
Wellesley looked enraged at Sharpe's presumption； and for a second it was plain that he proposed to turn him down； but General Harris cleared his throat and mildly remarked that it sounded a reasonable suggestion to him。
Wellesley thought about opposing the General； then decided that it was most unlikely that Sharpe would even survive this nonsense and so； albeit reluctantly； he nodded。 'A sergeant's stripes； Sharpe； if you succeed。'
'Thank you； sir；' Sharpe said。
Baird dismissed him。 'Go with Lieutenant Lawford now； Sharpe； he'll tell you what to do。 And one other thing。 。 。' The Scotsman's voice became urgent。 'For God's sake； man； don't tell another soul what you're doing。'
'Wouldn't dream of it； sir；' Sharpe said； flinching as he stood up。
'Go then；' Baird said。 He waited till the two men were gone； then sighed。 'A bright young fellow； that Sharpe。' He spoke to Harris。
'A rogue；' Wellesley interjected。 'I could provide you with a hundred others just as disreputable。 Scum； all of them； and the only thing that keeps them from riot is discipline。'Harris rapped the table to stop the squabbling of his two seconds…in…mand。 'But will the rogue succeed？' he asked。
'Not a chance；' Wellesley said confidently。
'A woefully small chance；' Baird admitted dourly； then added more vigorously； 'but even a small chance is worth it if we can get McCandless back。'
'At the risk of losing two good men？' Harris asked。
'One man who might bee a decent officer；' Wellesley corrected the General； 'and one man whose loss the world won't mourn for a second。'
'But McCandless might hold the key to the city； General；' Baird reminded Harris。
'True；' Harris said heavily； then unrolled a map that had lain scrolled on the edge of his table。 The map showed Seringapatam and whenever he gazed at it he wondered how he was to set about besieging the city。 Lord Cornwalis； who had captured the city seven years before； had assaulted the north side of the island and then attacked the eastern walls； but Harris doubted that he would be given that route again。 The Tippoo would have been forewarned by that earlier success； which meant this new assault must e from either the south or the west。 A dozen deserters from the enemy's forces had all claimed that the west wall was in bad repair； and maybe that would give Harris his best chance。 'South or west；' he said aloud； reiterating the problem he had already discussed a score of times with his two deputies。 'But either way； gentlemen； the place is crammed with guns； thick with rockets and filled with infantry。 And we'll have only the one chance before the rains e。 Just one。 West or south； eh？' He stared at the map； hoping against hope that McCandless could be fetched from his dungeon to offer some guidance； but dial； he admitted to himself； was a most unlikely oute； which meant the decision would inevitably be all his to make。 The final decision could wait till the army was close to the city and Harris had been given a chance to view the Tippoo'sdefences； but once the army was ready to make camp the choice would have to be made swiftly and； all things being equal； Harris was fairly sure which route he would choose。 For weeks now his instinct had been telling him where to attack； but he worried that the Tippoo might have foreseen the weakness in his city's defences。 But there was no point in wondering whether the Tippoo was outfoxing him； that way lay indecision； and so Harris tapped his quill on the map。 'My instincts tell me to attack here； gentlemen； right here。' He was indicating the west wall。 'Across the river shallows and right through the weakest stretch of the walls。 It seems the obvious place。' He tapped the map again。 'Right here； right here。'
Right where the Tippoo had set his trap。
Allah； in His infinite mercy； had been good to the Tippoo Sultan； for Allah； in His immeasurable wisdom； had revealed the existence of a merchant who was sending information to the British army。 The man dealt in mon metals； in copper； tin and brass； and his wagons frequently passed through one of the city's two main gates loaded with their heavy cargoes。 God alone knows how many such cargoes had passed out of Seringapatam in the last three months； but at least the gate guards had searched the right wagon； the one that carried a coded letter which； under interrogation； the wretched merchant had admitted contained a report of the strange work that was being done in the old closed gateway of the western wall。 That work should have been a close secret； for the only men allowed near the gateway were Gudin's reliable European troops and a small band of the Tippoo's Muslim warriors whom he regarded as utterly trustworthy。 The merchant； not surprisingly； was a Hindu； but when his wife was brought into the interrogation room and threatened with the red…hot pincers； the merchant had confessed the name of the Muslim soldier who had allowed himself to be suborned bythe merchant's gold。 And so much gold！ A strongroom filled with the metal； far more than the Tippoo suspected could be earned from trading in tin； brass and copper。 It was British gold； the merchant confessed； given him so he could raise rebellion inside Seringapatam。
The Tippoo did not consider himself a cruel man； but nor； indeed； did he think of himself as a gentle one。 He was a ruler； and cruelty and mercy were both weapons of rulers。 Any monarch who flinched from cruelty would not rule long； just as any ruler who forgot mercy would soon earn hatred； and so the Tippoo tried to balance mercy with cruelty。 He did not want the reputation of being lenient any more than he wanted to be judged a tyrant； and so he tried to use both mercy and cruelty judiciously。 The Hindu