Send Me Safely Back Again (22 page)

‘There is perhaps one way you might help me,’ he ventured. His friends exchanged incredulous glances. Neither would blame him, nor feel jealous, since no one could own Maria. It was simply a surprise that their pious friend with his devoted adoration of Miss MacAndrews had even noticed the existence of another woman. ‘It is just that . . . perhaps, if you did not mind to assist . . .’ Williams struggled to find the right words and knew that he was blushing. ‘I would seek tuition in the Portuguese tongue.’

Pringle bit his lower lip to stop himself laughing. Is that what you call it? he thought.

‘Then call on me at three tomorrow afternoon,’ said Maria, showing mild pleasure at his acceptance and no trace of amusement.

Williams looked at Pringle, who just managed to control himself.

‘I am sure we can spare you,’ he said, ‘although it may mean taking charge of the overnight guard at the warehouses.’ That’s assuming you have the energy to stay awake, he added to himself.

‘Then that is settled,’ said the girl. ‘Now, I must leave you.’

Pringle bowed to kiss her hand, and the others followed suit. Maria nodded to them, and ignored the disdainful glances of passers-by.

The three officers strolled off down a winding side street which led to their billet nearer the harbour. Tall houses towered on either side of the path, and although they could see the blue skies above them they walked shaded from the powerful sun.

‘A surprisingly popish excursion for you,’ said Hanley. Billy Pringle’s family had once intended him to become a vicar until his clear unsuitability was finally admitted on all sides. He nevertheless retained a distinct loyalty and fondness for Anglican ritual. Hanley had no religion, but the years in Madrid gave him some pleasure in the splendid theatre of Spanish Catholicism.

‘Maria was keen, and it was pleasant enough. It continues to
surprise me how much chatter there is among the congregation during the quieter parts of the service.’

‘You did not attend confession?’

‘My dear boy, what on earth could an innocent lad like myself have to tell?’

‘Of course.’ Hanley saw no need to mention that Pringle had left to see Maria the previous night.

‘They would not let a heretic take part,’ said Williams a little solemnly. He appeared to think for a moment. ‘Well, in your own case, one cannot entirely blame them.’

‘Thank you kindly,’ replied Pringle, joining in the merriment. ‘Maria went.’

They thought about this in silence for some time.

‘Bet if you published that in London it would make you a fortune,’ said Hanley eventually. Then he caught movement above them. ‘Look out!’ he yelled, wrenching Williams back by the shoulders.

A woman was leaning out from a high window, a pail in her hand. They just managed to spring back before she poured out the contents and a rank-smelling stream of yellow-brown night soil splashed on the cobblestones where they had been standing.

‘I cannot help wondering whether that actually might make your coat just a little cleaner,’ said Hanley, his nose wrinkled at the stench which for the moment overcame the wider odours of the city. There was a dead dog on the far side of the alley, its stomach swollen to bursting point, and it brought back grim memories of a field of corpses. ‘Let us press on quickly.’

‘Oh yes, I do not know how I can have forgotten, but there is additional cause for haste,’ said Pringle. ‘Truscott sent word to say that he is bringing post for us. A navy sloop arrived this morning with official dispatches and a good deal of private correspondence.’

Williams set off at something more akin to a jog than a walk.

Truscott was waiting in the room they used as a temporary mess. The left sleeve of his shirt, like that of his jacket, was sewn against
the chest following the amputation of his arm after Vimeiro. A slow recovery meant that he missed the winter’s campaign, but had not prevented his promotion to captain and assumption of command over the hundred and twenty or so convalescents and others left behind by the regiment. With the three companies blown back to Portugal on the
Corbridge
he had become the officer commanding a substantial detachment of some three hundred men. That was assuming that Wickham did not return, since he was senior.

Williams almost flung the door open.

‘Ah, Billy told you about the letters, I presume,’ said Truscott with a quizzical look. Williams felt that his face, always thin, had become haggard since his wound. Several neatly written pages were spread out and weighted down on the table in front of the captain. A clean page was similarly held down with quill and inkpot waiting for him to compose a reply.

‘He did mention it,’ replied Williams somewhat abashed. Pringle and Hanley finally caught up with him and came into the mess.

‘Anything to drink?’ asked Pringle. ‘I’m parched beyond belief.’

Truscott pointed the quill at an open wine bottle and some glasses on the side table.

Pringle grinned happily.

‘Before I pass over the letters, we ought to deal with official business,’ said Truscott solemnly. ‘It may vex your soul at the ever-changing world once again turned upside down, Mr Williams, but you ought to see this.’ He handed over a copy of the London
Gazette
.

Williams saw that it dated to the beginning of April. He had never seen the
Gazette
which listed his commissioning as an ensign, but the date quickly dissuaded him from the hope that he would now see those glorious words in print.

‘Am I searching for something in particular?’ he asked.

Truscott looked at Pringle and shook his head. ‘One truly deplores the impatience of young subalterns in these modern
times. They scarcely understand the burdens placed on their seniors!’

‘“Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown,”’ said Hanley.

‘You poor martyred captain,’ added Pringle.

Williams scanned the pages listing every promotion in the army. He spotted Wickham’s brevet and frowned. Surely that was not what Truscott wanted him to see. The latter watched him closely and finally saw the first shock, the long uncertainty and then the birth of excitement.

‘May I be the first to offer my congratulations.’

Williams wordlessly handed the paper to Hanley, who stood beside him.

‘Well I’m damned.’ Hanley passed it on to Pringle, pointing at the notable paragraph.

Ensign H. Williams of the One Hundred and Sixth Regiment of Foot promoted Lieutenant in the Second West Indies Regiment without purchase
.

‘The army’s going to the dogs,’ said Billy Pringle with a broad grin, and then began pumping Williams’ hand with the greatest enthusiasm. ‘Well done, old boy, well done indeed.’ Hanley followed suit.

‘Bills, you old rogue, in six months’ time you will no doubt be ordering us all around.’

‘I fear you gentlemen may be in for a disappointment.’ Truscott raised his voice to cut across their celebration. ‘For our friend is not bound for the islands of palm trees and dusky maidens.’

‘And fevers,’ said Pringle. The prospect of so unhealthy a posting suddenly chilled Williams to the bone. So did the thought of leaving his friends – and even more being taken yet farther afield from the girl who formed the centre of his world.

‘Major MacAndrews writes to say that an exchange has been arranged with Mr Deacon, who is going on half-pay due to declining health. It will not matter to him in which corps he does
not serve. So the 106th has not yet seen the back of our Bills! I trust you enjoyed your brief moment of exoticism?’

Williams felt a huge relief and then the joy of the step in rank. ‘But why?’ he asked, the doubt rising in case it was all some misunderstanding. ‘Others are senior.’ Two new ensigns had appeared on the regiment’s books since Williams was commissioned after Vimeiro, but every other subaltern was senior to him and ought to have received promotion before him.

‘The major does explain. Apparently it is on the recommendation of Sir John Moore no less, in recognition of your actions in January.’ Williams had rallied a group of stragglers from the main army and on his own initiative defended a bridge which protected the flank of the entire army. The general, and several of his staff, had complimented him afterwards, but he had not expected any formal reward. A lot of men had died at the bridge and he could not help wondering whether their families received anything.

‘Others deserve promotion more,’ he said.

‘Yes, I do,’ chipped in Pringle cheerfully. ‘But this is the army, Lieutenant Williams, and you must do as you are told!’

It was the first time anyone had used the title and Williams could not help grinning.

‘However, now that we have dealt with this trifle, let us hear the more important news of the regiment,’ said Pringle. ‘Has Toye sold out?’ Lieutenant Colonel Toye succeeded to command of the 106th after their previous colonel was killed at Roliça. Toye was wounded and captured in the same action. He returned to them just a few weeks later when the Convention of Cintra suspended hostilities, only to succumb to fever. Toye was unable to lead the battalion in the winter’s campaign. Now, his health irreparably shattered, he was selling his commission to help support his retirement.

‘Yes, the matter has been arranged. The regiment is now in the charge of Colonel FitzWilliam, late of the Guards, and younger son of a lord.’

Pringle whistled softly through his teeth. ‘God bless all here,’ he said.

‘Amen to that,’ said Truscott.

‘So MacAndrews is just a major again.’ The elderly Scotsman had led the battalion with great success at Vimeiro and during the winter. Formerly in charge of the Grenadier Company, he had taught Williams, Pringle and Hanley a good deal about soldiering.

Truscott shrugged. ‘He may get his chance one day.’ Vacancies caused by battle went to the next most senior officer and avoided the need for the substantial sums required to purchase rank. ‘They want us back with the battalion.’

‘Good to be popular,’ said Pringle. ‘Any idea when we might sail?’

‘No. What the new colonel wants and what actually happens in the immediate future may not coincide.’ Truscott had always had a precise, if somewhat opaque manner of speaking. ‘I suspect we may not get away for some months.’

‘Be a shame to sit here guarding stores while the rest of the army is in the field,’ said Williams.

‘Ambition rearing its ugly head once again, eh!’ Pringle laughed.

‘We may not sit things out,’ said Truscott, always happy to reveal greater knowledge than his fellows. ‘They have already formed two battalions of detachments and both are in the field with Wellesley. We only escaped because your two companies were gallivanting off escorting mysterious ladies. Now that you are here, I would not be surprised if there was talk of a third battalion.’

‘Any news of our pay?’ asked Hanley.

‘Mercenary dog,’ said Pringle.

‘The matter is being given attention.’

‘As bad as that,’ said Hanley. They were issued with rations, but none of the 106th received any pay. Borrowing money was possible, but expensive, and so their mess here was a modest affair and there was little or no money for pleasant extras.

‘At least they did not say “close attention”,’ said Pringle. ‘That way we would never see it.’

‘Probably true,’ said Truscott gloomily. ‘However, on a brighter note there are letters for both you and Williams. Nothing for you, I am afraid, my dear Hanley.’

‘I do not really have any family. The closest are you fellows.’

‘He’s looking for sympathy again,’ said Pringle with a thin smile, taking the half-dozen letters for him. There were two for Williams, both in the cautious, circular script of Anne, the eldest of his sisters. There was nothing from Miss MacAndrews and he tried to convince himself that he had never hoped for such a message.

‘If you will forgive me,’ he said to the others, and retired to a chair. In her methodical way, Anne had numbered the envelopes. He opened the one marked
11
first, leaving
12
to follow so that he would get the news in order.

Dearest brother

It was with such joy and relief that we received your letter telling us that you were safe and sound. I cannot describe my relief to know you were well and to see your words and stop worrying. Oh joy you are well and soon we will see you again. Mr Hopkins
[an elderly master’s mate who was a regular boarder at Mrs Williams’ house when not at sea]
was at Portsmouth when the ships came back from Spain and said that he had never seen anything like it on land or sea when so many men like scarecrows came off the ships with officers no better than the men and all with beards and holes in their breeches
.

He suspected his modest sister had blushed to write the last word.

He says it is terrible and so we were worried and then we were more frightened when you sent no word and your regiment told us that you were not with them and your ship was missing so that no one knew whether or not you were safe and sound. Mama had a very kind letter from Major MacAndrews saying that we should not be concerned and
that he would write as soon as news arrived and also to say that you were so very gallant during the war and won praises from the general before that poor man fell like a hero in defence of our country. We were all so very proud of you and I wished all the more to see you and kiss my fine brother. And so we worried and fretted. Mama worried most of all
. . .