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

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

'What day is it?'

Christ, thought Sharpe, Christ and a thousand deaths. Damn the bloody French, damn the bloody gunner, and he might as well have stayed in the warm bed with his arms round the girl. Footsteps sounded in the doorway and he swivelled anxiously, but it was only a squad of bare-headed Portuguese soldiers, muskets slung, who dipped their fingers in the holy water and clattered up the aisle to the priest and his service.

'Is that Mass?'

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

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.'

The Irishman grinned. 'Wouldn't worry, sir. It doesn't offend me and if it offends Him then He's plenty of opportunity to punish you.'

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

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

'Is that Mass?'

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

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

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

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

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

'Is that Mass?'

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

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

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

'It'll wait.'

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

'Ja. Not easy, my friend.'

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

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

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