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Light, like carved silver, slashed the cathedral's gloom, slanted across the crouching grey pillars, splintered o(T brass and paint, drowned the votive candles that burned before the statues, inched its way over the broad, worn flagstones as the sun moved higher, and Sharpe waited. A priest, lost in the depths of the choir, mumbled beyond the window light, and Sharpe saw Harper cross himself.

Lossow stood up, wiped blood from his hands. 'We must get out of here!'

'What day is it?'

Lossow stood up, wiped blood from his hands. 'We must get out of here!'

The Sergeant pointed to the head. 'Rest of him's over the wall, sir. Poor wee thing.'

Lossow stood up, wiped blood from his hands. 'We must get out of here!'

'Yes.' Sharpe's shoulder hurt like the devil. 'Where's the boy?'

'Amen to that, sir.' Harper had infinitely more patience.

Sharpe felt ashamed. This was Harper's religion. 'I'm sorry.'

Light, like carved silver, slashed the cathedral's gloom, slanted across the crouching grey pillars, splintered o(T brass and paint, drowned the votive candles that burned before the statues, inched its way over the broad, worn flagstones as the sun moved higher, and Sharpe waited. A priest, lost in the depths of the choir, mumbled beyond the window light, and Sharpe saw Harper cross himself.

Sharpe turned to him. 'We must persuade Cox to let us out.'

Sharpe shrugged. 'And who works it? Maybe, I don't know.' He glanced at the battery, its embrasure plugged, and he knew that the French gunners would be celebrating. They deserved it. He doubted if the gun would fire again, not today; the iron barrels had a limited life and the gun had achieved its purpose. 'Come on. Let's see Cox.'

'You don't sound hopeful, my friend?'

'You want to go?'

'Yes, sir.'

Sharpe felt ashamed. This was Harper's religion. 'I'm sorry.'

'Just a bruise.' Lossow saw the midshipman's head. 'Good God.' He knelt by Charles, felt for a pulse, and opened one of the Captain's eyelids. 'Dead, poor fellow.'

'It'll wait.'

'Yes.' Sharpe's shoulder hurt like the devil. 'Where's the boy?'

'You don't sound hopeful, my friend?'

Harper kicked the fallen beam. 'Perhaps they can rig another telegraph, sir?'

Harper looked over the ramparts, at the drifting smoke. 'Just four shots. That's good shooting.' There was a reluctant respect in his voice.

'Sweet Jesus.' Harper stood up, 'Are you all right, sir?'

'Yes.' Sharpe's shoulder hurt like the devil. 'Where's the boy?'

Light, like carved silver, slashed the cathedral's gloom, slanted across the crouching grey pillars, splintered o(T brass and paint, drowned the votive candles that burned before the statues, inched its way over the broad, worn flagstones as the sun moved higher, and Sharpe waited. A priest, lost in the depths of the choir, mumbled beyond the window light, and Sharpe saw Harper cross himself.

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