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t and life was too short to pass up that sort of chance。 He decided he would go back to the brothel。 He had liked the place； a house filled with curtains； rugs and shaded oil lamps where two giggling girls had given Lawford and Sharpe baths before letting them go up the stairs to the bedrooms。 A haideri would buy a whole night in one of those rooms； perhaps with Lali； the tall girl who had left Lieutenant Lawford exhausted and guilt…ridden。
So he went to spend his gold。
The 33rd marched unhappily back to the encampment。 The wounded were carried or limped back and one man cried out every time he put his left foot down； but otherwise the battalion was silent。 They had been whipped； and the distant jeers of the Tippoo's men rubbed salt into their wounds。 A last few rockets pursued them； their flames streaking wildly askew across the stars。
The Grenadier and Light panies had taken the casualties。 Men were missing and Wellesley knew that some of those missing were dead and he feared that others were prisoners or else still lying wounded among the dark trees。 The remaining eight panies of the battalion had marched to support the flank panies； but in the dark they had crossed the aqueduct too far to the south and； while Wellesley had tried to find his beleaguered flank panies； Major Shee had stolidly marched straight through the tope and out across the aqueduct on the far side without encountering the enemy orfiring a shot。 The two sepoy battalions could easily have turned the night's disaster into a victory； but they had received no orders； though one of the battalions； fearing disaster； had fired a panicked volley that had killed their own manding officer while； a half…mile to their front； the 33rd had floundered about in unsoldierlike chaos。
It was that lack of professionalism that galled Wellesley。 He had failed。 The northern stretch of the aqueduct had been efficiently captured by other battalions； but the 33rd had blundered。 Wellesley had blundered； and he knew it。 General Harris was sympathetic enough when the young Colonel reported his failure； Harris murmured about the uncertainty of night attacks and how everything could be put right in the morning； but Wellesley still felt the failure keenly。 He knew only too well that experienced soldiers like Baird despised him； believing that his promotion to second…in…mand was due solely to the fact that his elder brother was Governor…General of the British regions in India； and Wellesley's shame had been made worse because Major General Baird had been waiting with Harris when WeDesley arrived to report his failure and the tall Scotsman seemed to smirk as Wellesley confessed to the night's disasters。 'Difficult things； night attacks；' Harris said yet again while Baird said nothing and Wellesley smarted under the Scotsman's telling silence。
〃We'll clear the tope in the morning；' Harris tried to console Wellesley。
'My men will do it；' Wellesley promised quickly。
'No； no。 They won't be rested；' Harris said。 'Better if we use fresh troops。'
'My fellows will be quite ready。' Baird spoke for the first time。 He smiled at Wellesley。 'The Scotch Brigade； I mean。'
'I request permission to mand the attack； sir；' Wellesley said very stiffly； ignoring Baird。 'Whatever troops you use； sir； I'll still be duty officer。''I'm sure； I'm sure；' Harris said vaguely； neither granting nor denying Wellesley's request。 'You must get some sleep；' he said to the young Colonel； 'so let me wish you a restful night。' He waited till Wellesley was gone； then shook his head mutely。
'A whippersnapper；' Baird said loudly enough for the retreating Colonel to hear him； 'with his nursery maid's apron strings still trapped in his sword belt。'
'He's very efficient；' Harris said mildly。
'My mother was efficient； God rest her soul；' Baird retorted vigorously； 'but you wouldn't want her running a damned battle。 I tell you； Harris； if you let him lead the assault on the city you'll be asking for trouble。 Give the job to me； man； give it to me。 I've got a score to settle with the Tippoo。'
'So you have；' Harris agreed； 'so you have。'
'And let me take the damned tope in the morning。 God； man； I could do it with a corporal's guard！'
'Wellesley will still be officer of the day tomorrow morning； Baird；' Harris said； then pulled off his wig as a sign that he wanted to go to bed。 One side of his scalp was curiously flattened where he had been wounded at Bunker Hill。 He scratched at the old injury； then yawned。 Til bid you good night。'
'You know how to spell Wellesley's name for the despatch； Harris？' Baird asked。 'Three L's！'
'Good night；' Harris said firmly。
At dawn the Scotch Brigade and two Indian battalions paraded east of the encampment； while a battery of four twelve…pounder guns unlimbered to their south。 As soon as the sun was up the four guns began throwing shells into the tope。 The missiles left filmy smoke traces in the air from their burning fuses； then plunged into the trees where their explosions were muffled by the thick foliage。 One shell fell short and a great gout of water spurted up from the aqueduct。 Birds wheeled above the smoking tope； squawking their pro…tests at the violence that had once again disturbed their nests。
Major General Baird waited in front of the Scotch Brigade。 He itched to take his countrymen forward； but Harris insisted it was Wellesley's privilege。 'He's officer of the day till noon；' Harris said。
'He ain't up；' Baird said。 'He's sleeping it off。 If you wait for him to wake up it'll be past noon anyway。 Just let me go； sir。'
'Give him five minutes；' Harris insisted。 'I sent an aide to wake him。'
Baird had intercepted the aide to make certain Wellesley did not wake in time； but just before the five minutes expired the young Colonel came racing across the ground on his white horse。 He looked dishevelled； like a man who had made too hasty a toilet。 'My sincerest apologies； sir；' he greeted Harris。
'You're ready； Wellesley？'
'Indeed； sir。'
'Then you know what to do；' Harris said curdy。
'Look after my Scots boys！' Baird called to Wellesley； and received； as he expected； no answer。
The Scots colours were unfurled； the drummer boys sounded the advance； the pipers began their fierce music and the brigade marched into the rising sun。 The sepoys followed。 Rockets streaked up from the tope； but the missiles were no more accurate in the morning than they had been at night。 The four brass field guns fired shell after shell； only stopping when the Scotsmen reached the aqueduct。 Harris and Baird watched as the brigade attacked in a four…deep line that climbed the nearer embankment； dropped out of sight into the aqueduct； briefly reappeared on the farther embankment； then finally disappeared into the trees beyond。 For a few moments there was the disciplined sound of musket volleys； then silence。 The sepoys followed the Scots； spreading left and right to attack the fringes of the battered woodland。Harris waited； then a galloper came from the northern stretch of the aqueduct； which had been captured during the night； to report that the land between the tope and the city was thick with enemy fugitives running back to Seringapatam。 That