sh； most of whom in Badajoz were on the enemy's side； could choose for themselves how they weled the victors。 They could leave their doors open and the drink on the table； or they could choose to be unfriendly； in which case？ They grinned and went back to sharpening the seventeen…inch blades。
A few moments later a second rumor arrived； as strong as the first which had announced the assault； and this rumor； flashing through the camp； brought relief and frustration。 Everything was postponed。 They had all been given another twenty…four hours to live。
'Where are we going？' someone shouted。
They laughed； forgetting Hakeswill's baleful presence。 'Badajoz！'
Tomorrow。
CHAPTER 23
Suddenly there was optimism。 Hogan's face； so long lined with concern； crinkled at the eyes； there was an urgency in his speech； a new hope。 Two loyal Spaniards had escaped from the city； climbing the wall by the river； and had safely reached the British lines。 Hogan's finger stabbed down on to the familiar map。 'There； Richard； there。 Tomorrow we'll destroy it！'
The finger was pointing towards the wall between the two breached bastions。 The Spaniards said it was weak； that it had not been repaired properly after the previous sieges； and they swore that a few shots would bring the wall tumbling down。 It would mean a third breach； a sudden breach； a gap that the French would have no time to fill with careful defences。 Hogan's fist slammed on to the map。 'We've got them！'
'Tomorrow then。'
'Tomorrow！'
April 6th dawned with a clear sky； and a light so pure that； before the siege batteries opened fire； the city could be seen with every roof； church； tower； and bastion delicately etched。 It was a spring morning； full of hope as green as the new plants； a hope put there by a third； surprise breach。 The gunners made their minimal adjustment； the trails inching around on the platforms； and then the order was given。 Smoke jetted； thunder echoed over the lake； the balls smashed at the repaired masonry as the gunners slaved； dragged at their weapons； rammed； sponged； and rammed again； working with a knowledge of victory。 To the south； dear of the smoke…fog on the lake； the Engineers peered at the unbroken stretch of wall。 It jetted dust in a hazy cloud； started from the dry mortar by the cannon…strike； but it held all morning。 The cannons hammered on； smiting the wall with shattering force until； early in the afternoon； the labor was rewarded。
The wall began to slide； not piece by piece as the bastions had given； but in one solid； spectacular chunk。 Hogan jumped for the joy of it。 'It's going！'
Then the view was lost。 Dust boiled up like smoke from an explosion； the sound rolled across the water； and the gun crews cheered themselves hoarse。 The dust drifted slowly away and there； where once there had been a seemingly solid wall； was now a third； huge breach； as wide as the others； but fresh； undefended； and the orders were given。 Tonight； gentlemen； tonight at dusk。 Into the breaches and the gates of Spain would belong to Britain。
All afternoon； as clouds came from the east； the guns fired so that the French could not work in the breaches。 The gunners worked willingly。 Their job was done and this was the last day of effort； the twenty…second day of the siege； and tomorrow there would be no more heaving and sweating and no more enemy counter…battery fire。 Badajoz would be theirs。 The Engineers counted ladders and hay…bags； stacked the huge axes that the leading troops would take into the attack； and thought of the fortable beds that waited in the city。 Badajoz was theirs。
The orders； just twenty…seven paragraphs； were issued at last and the men listened in silence as their officers told them the news。 Bayonets were polished again； muskets checked； and they listened to the flat notes of the cathedral clock。 First darkness and Badajoz was theirs。
Captain Robert Knowles； now part of the Third Division； stared up at the huge castle with its colony of kestrels。 The Third Division； carrying the longest ladders； was to cross the stream and climb the castle rock。 No one expected the attack to work； it was merely a diversion to keep troops pinned in the castle； but Knowles's men grinned at him and swore they would climb the wall。 'We'll show them； sir！' And they would try； he knew； and so would he； and he thought how splendid it would be if he could reach Teresa first； in the house with two orange trees； and hand her and the child safely to Sharpe。 He looked again at the vast castle； on its high； steep rock； and he vowed he would fight as Sharpe fought。 The devil with a fake attack！ They would attack for real。
The Fifth Division； brought back across the river； would mount another escalade with ladders； this time against the north…east bastion； the San Vincente； which towered above the slow river。 Like the castle attack； it was intended to pin down enemy troops； to stop reinforcements going to the south…east corner； for it was there； at the three breaches； that Wellington knew he must win his victory。
The breaches。 The Fourth and Light Divisions would make the real attack； the assault on the three breaches and the men； waiting as the clouds spread over the sky； imagined the boiling of troops in the ditch； the fighting that was to e； but they would win。 Badajoz would be taken。 The guns fired on。
Sharpe found a cavalry armourer who put the huge sword against a treadled wheel and the sparks flowed from the edge。 He had checked his rifle and loaded the seven…barreled gun。 Even though his own orders forbade him to go into the ditch he wanted to be ready。 He was a guide； the only man who had already walked to the lip of the glacis； and his task was to lead the Forlorn Hope of the Light Division to the brink of the ditch opposite the Santa Maria bastion。 There they would leave him and go on to attack the bastion and the new breach while； off to the right； the South Essex and the Fourth Division marched on the Trinidad。 Once Sharpe had taken the Forlorn Hope to the ditch； he was to return and guide other battalions up the slope； but he hoped； against hope； that he could find a way into the fight and over the wall to his child。
The bell tolled six； then the quarter； and on the half； the men lined up out of sight of the city。 They carried no packs； just weapons and ammunition； and their Colonels inspected them； not to check on uniforms； but to grin at them and encourage them； because tonight the mon man； the despised soldier； would write a page in history and that page had better be a British victory。 Tension stretched as the sun sank； imagination making fears real； and the officers passed the rum rations down the ranks and listened to the old jokes。 There was a sudden warmth in the army； a feeling of difficulties that would be shared； and the officers who came from the big houses felt close to their men。 Imagination did not spare the rich； nor would the defenders； and tonight the rich and poor in the ditch would need each other。 The wives made their farewells and hoped for a live husband on the morrow； and the children were silent； awed by the expectancy； while in the doctors' tents the instrument cases were opened and the scalpels honed。 The guns fired on。
Seven o'clock。 A half…hour only left and Sharpe and the other guides … all except the Rifleman were Engineers …joined their battalions。 The Forlorn Hope of the Light Division was half posed of Riflemen； hoping for the laurel…wreath badge。 They grinned at Sharpe and joked with him。 They wanted the thing done and over in the way that a man facing the surgeon's knife hastened the fatal clock。 They would move at half…past seven and by half…past nine the issue would be decided。 Those that lived would be drunk by ten and the wine would be free。 They waited； sitting on the ground with their rifles between their knees； and prayed the clock on。 Let it be over； let it be over； and darkness came and the guns boomed on； and the orders had to e。
Half…past seven； and the orders still not given。 There was a delay and no one knew why。 The troops fidgeted； grew angry against unseen staff officers； cursed the bloody army and the bloody Generals because in the darkness the French would be swarming on the breaches； preparing traps for the British！ The guns stopped firing； as they should have done； but there were still no orders and the men waited and imagined the French working on the new breach。 Eight o'clock sounded； and then the half； and horses galloped in the darkness。 Men shouted for information。 There were still no orders； but rumored explanations。 The ladders had been lost。 The hay bags were missing and they cursed the Engineers； the lousy army； and the French worked on。
Nine o'clock； and murder was being prepared in the breaches。 Delay it； Sharpe thought； let it be tomorrow！ The attack should go in on the heels of the guns； in the minutes of darkness when there was a trace of light so that the battalions would not get lost on the glacis。 Still the time ticked away and still they waited and still the enemy were given precious minutes to work on the defences。 Then there was a stir in the darkness。 Orders； at las