Adventure stories, English; France -- History -- Consulate and First Empire, 1799-1815 -- Fiction; Soldiers of fortune -- Fiction
‘Why not tell him frankly how he stands?’ said Humbert eagerly; ‘I see
no advantage in any concealment.’
Then addressing me, he went on. ‘I purpose, Tiernay, to give you the
same option I gave the others, but which they have declined to accept.
It is this: we are daily expecting to hear of the arrival of a force in
the north under the command of Generals Tandy and Rey.’
‘The Army of the North?’ asked I, in some anxiety. ‘Precisely; the Army
of the North. Now I desire to open a communication with them, and at the
same time to do so through the means of such officers as, in the event
of any disaster here, may have the escape to France open to them; which
this army will have, and which, I need not say, we have no longer.
Our Irish friends have declined this mission as being more likely to
compromise them if taken; and also as diminishing and not increasing
their chance of escape. In my belief that you were placed similarly
I have sent for you here this evening, and at the same time desire to
impress upon you that your acceptance or refusal is purely a matter at
your own volition.’
‘Am I to regard the matter simply as one of duty, sir? or as an
opportunity of consulting my personal safety?’
‘What shall I say to this, Merochamp?’ asked Humbert bluntly.
‘That you are running to the full as many risks of being banged for
going as by staying; such is my opinion,’ said the aide-de-camp. ‘Here
as a rebel, there as a spy.’
‘I confess, then,’ said I, smiling at the cool brevity of the speech,
‘the choice is somewhat embarrassing! May I ask what you advise me to
do, general?’
‘I should say go, Tiernay.’
‘Go, by all means, lad,’ broke in the aide-de-camp, who throughout
assumed a tone of dictation and familiarity most remarkable. ‘If a stand
is to be made in this miserable country it will be with Rey’s force;
here the game will not last much longer. There lies the only man capable
of conducting such an expedition, and his health cannot stand up against
its trials!’
‘Not so, Merochamp; I ‘ll be on horseback to-morrow or the day after at
furthest; and if I never were to take the field again, there are others,
yourself amongst the number, well able to supply my place: but as to
Tiernay--what says he?’
‘Make it duty, sir, and I shall go, or remain here with an easy
conscience,’ said I.
‘Then duty be it, boy,’ said he; ‘and Merochamp will tell you
everything, for all this discussion has wearied me much, and I cannot
endure more talking.’
‘Sit down here,’ said the aide-de-camp, pointing to a seat at his side,
‘and five minutes will suffice.’
He opened a large map of Ireland before us on the table, and running his
finger along the coast-line of the western side, stopped abruptly at the
bay of Lough Swilly.
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