"...Though, I suppose there ain't much else to say. With a company given and a battle started, us lads cracked a French regiment to the dust."
He spoke casually, but it was clear the action was not a simple one. He'd had a choice: certain promotion and likely death, or swallow his new regiment's shame and let them be broken up before they barely began.
And, of course, there had been a woman at the heart of it all. Miss Josefina Lacosta -- but Sharpe edited her existence from the story. How could he explain how he helped and loved a courtesan?
"It was hot," he added at length -- remembering the detail not from his own memory, really, but because of something the Prince Regent had said to him. "There were snakes in the grass, darlin', and it was bloody hot."
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He spoke casually, but it was clear the action was not a simple one. He'd had a choice: certain promotion and likely death, or swallow his new regiment's shame and let them be broken up before they barely began.
And, of course, there had been a woman at the heart of it all. Miss Josefina Lacosta -- but Sharpe edited her existence from the story. How could he explain how he helped and loved a courtesan?
"It was hot," he added at length -- remembering the detail not from his own memory, really, but because of something the Prince Regent had said to him. "There were snakes in the grass, darlin', and it was bloody hot."