Sir Isumbras at the FordBroster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)
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Sir Isumbras at the Ford
Broster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)
English fiction -- 20th century; Historical fiction
In a little wood to the south of Auray, and in an exceedingly bad
temper, the Chevalier de la Vireville sat on a fallen tree and
surveyed his small band of Chouans, who, lying, seated or crouched
round him on their heels, looked at him with the expression of
dogs who know that they deserve a beating--though wearing, indeed,
the appearance of dogs who have already received one.
It was the evening of the third of July, six days after the landing
at Carnac. During those days Auray and Landévant had already been
taken by the Chouans and abandoned again for lack of support. Last
night had come peremptory orders from Carnac that they were to
be retaken; so the Comte du Boisberthelot and La Vireville had
set out at eleven that morning, without a single piece of artillery,
to recapture Auray, which was garrisoned by a thousand men under
the Republican adjutant-general Mermet. At the same time Tinténiac,
although he knew the task to be impossible, had attacked Landévant.
Mermet's sentries were not on the alert, and so the Comte du
Boisberthelot, who was a sailor, came charging in at the head of
his men by the route de l'Eglise, and drove out the Republicans.
But outside the town was Hoche himself, who ordered them to retake
it at any price. Mermet, in obeying this order, fell into the neat
ambush which La Vireville had prepared for him in a copse by the
Faubourg St. Goustan, and his column was on the point of breaking
up in disorder when Hoche came quickly up with his grenadiers
and two pieces of artillery. To stop his advance--a hopeless attempt
it was--La Vireville transferred himself and his Bretons to the
bridge into the town, cast up a barricade with carts and casks
and beams, and could probably have held this obstacle for a long
time against hand-to-hand fighting, or if he had possessed the
smallest piece of artillery. It was the want of that which had
caused him to grind his teeth as his men fired and reloaded and
fired behind the rapidly vanishing barricade, their own numbers
dwindling in proportion. For it was Hoche who had the cannon.
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