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make him repeat the words more slowly。 When the message was delivered he turned to Hornblower。
〃The enemy is in strong force； apparently intending to make a surprise attack。 He might save two days if it were successful。〃
A fresh tumult broke out down below； the landing party had encountered their first opposition； and the invisible landscape towards the shore was spangled with a new pattern of flashes。 There was a desperate battle going on； where attackers and counter…attackers and the flank attack drove together； there was a faint light beginning to show now； enough to reveal Clausewitz； unshaven； and with his uniform covered with bits of straw in direct contrast with his usual spruce appearance。 But still nothing could be seen of the fighting； save for vague smoke…clouds drifting in the semi…darkness。 Hornblower was reminded of Campbell's lines in Hohenlinden about the level sun at morn being unable to pierce the dun war…clouds。 The clatter of musketry and the crash of artillery told of the bitter struggle； and once Hornblower heard a deep shout from many throats answered by a wild yell。 That was when some attack met a counter…attack； presumably。 Steadily the landscape grew brighter； and the messengers began to pour in。
〃Shevstoff has stormed the battery guarding the shore；〃 said Clausewitz； exultantly。
Shevstoff was the general manding the landing party。 If he had stormed the battery the boats' crews would be able to effect an unmolested retreat； while the arrival of a messenger from him here in Daugavgriva meant that he was in full touch with the defenders； and presumably his force had executed its orders and fallen on the flank of the French position。 The firing seemed to be dying away； even though the smoke still blended with the low ground…mist of autumn and kept everything concealed。
〃Kladoff is in the approaches；〃 went on Clausewitz。 〃His workmen are breaking down the parapets。〃
The firing increased again； although now there was so much light that no flashes were visible。 A frightful death…struggle was apparently going on； so desperate that the arrival of the Governor in the gallery attracted little attention from the group straining to see through the fog and smoke。
Essen gathered the details with a few quick questions to Clausewitz； and then he turned to Hornblower。
〃I would have been here an hour ago；〃 he said； 〃but I was detained by the arrival of despatches。〃
Essen's massive countenance was gloomy； he took Hornblower's arm and drew him out of earshot of the junior staff officers。
〃Bad news？〃 asked Hornblower。
〃Yes。 The worst。 We have been beaten in a great battle outside Moscow； and Bonaparte is in the city。〃
That was the worst of news indeed。 Hornblower could foresee a future time when he supposed that battle would rank along with Marengo and Austerlitz and Jena； as a smashing victory which laid a nation low； and the entry into Moscow would rank with the occupation of Vienna and Berlin。 A week or two more and Russia would sue for peace … if she had not begun to do so already … and England would be left alone； with the whole world in arms against her。 Was there anything in the world that could stand against Bonaparte's craft and power？ Even the British Navy？ Hornblower forced himself to take the blow impassively； forced his face to bear no hint of his dismay。
〃We shall fight it out here all the same；〃 he said。
〃Yes；〃 said Essen； 〃my men will fight to the last。 So will my officers。〃
There was almost a grin on his face as he jerked his head towards Clausewitz； that was a man who had his neck in a noose if ever a man had； fighting against his own country。 Hornblower remembered Wellesley's hint to him that his squadron might well serve as a refuge for the Russian Court。 His ships would be jammed with refugees fleeing from this； the last continental country in arms against Bonaparte。
The mist and smoke were thinning； and patches of the field of battle were visible now； and Hornblower and Essen turned their attention to the work in hand as if with relief from contemplating the future。
〃Ha！〃 said Essen； pointing。
Portions of the approaches were in plain view； and here and there were jagged gaps in the parapets。
〃Kladoff has carried out his orders； sir；〃 said Clausewitz。
Until those gaps were repaired； one by one； starting with the gap nearest the first parallel； no one would be able to reach the head of the sap； and certainly no strong force could use the approaches。 Another two days had been won； decided Hornblower； gauging the amount of destruction with his eye … experience had brought him facility already in appreciating siege operations。 There was still heavy firing going on as the rear…guard covered the retreat of the sallying forces to the ramparts。 Essen balanced his huge telescope on the shoulder of his aide…de…camp and pointed it down at the scene。 Hornblower was looking through his own glass； the big barges which had brought the landing party were lying deserted on the beach； and the boats which were conveying back his crews which had manned them were already safely out of range。 Essen's hand on his shoulder swung him round。
〃See there； modore！〃 said Essen。
Hornblower's glass revealed to him in a flash the thing to which Essen had wanted to call his attention。 Isolated infantrymen from the besiegers were ranging over no…man's…land on their way back to their own trenches and … Hornblower saw it done … they bayoneted the Russian wounded who lay heaped in their path。 Perhaps it was only to be expected； in this long and bloody siege； that bitterness and ferocity should be engendered on this scale； especially among Bonaparte's hordes who had wandered over Europe for years now； since boyhood； living on what they could gather from the countryside with the musket and bayonet as the only court of appeal。 Essen was white with anger； and Hornblower tried to share his rage； but he found it difficult。 That kind of atrocity was what he had e to expect。 He was perfectly prepared to go on killing Bonaparte's soldiers and sailors； but he would not flatter himself that he was executing justice by killing one man because some other man had murdered his wounded allies。
Down in the shattered remains of the village； as he walked along the trenches； those of the wounded who had been fortunate enough to drag themselves back were receiving treatment。 Shuddering； Hornblower told himself that perhaps those who had been bayoneted in no…man's…land were the lucky ones。 He pushed past ranks of smoke…blackened and ragged Russian soldiers； talking with the noisy abandon of men who have just emerged from a hard…won victory。
CHAPTER TWENTY…TWO
Among the mass of long…delayed mail from England were great packets of printed pamphlets； in French and in German； a few even in Dutch and in Danish。 They were appeals to Bonaparte's forces to desert his standard … not suggestions for mass desertions； but intended for the individual soldier； telling him that he could be sure of a wele if he were to e over。 They denied the statements that Bonaparte was continually making in his proclamations； to the effect that England confined her prisoners in floating hells of hulks； and that deserters were forced by ill…treatment to take service in England's mercenary regiments。 They offered a life of ease and security； with the honourable alternative； only if requested； of enlistment in the British forces； to those who wished to strike a blow against the tyrant。 The French pamphlet was certainly well written； and presumably the others were too； maybe Canning； or that fellow … what was his name； now？ … Hookham Frere； had had a hand in posing them。
The letter that acpanied the pamphlets； charging him to do his utmost to get them into the hands of Bonaparte's forces； had an interesting enclosure … a copy of a letter from Bonaparte to Marmont； intercepted presumably somewhere in Spain； in which the Emperor raged against this new evidence of British falseness and perfidy。 He had seen some of the first pamphlets； apparently； and they had touched him on a sore spot。 Judging by the wording of his letter； he was driven quite frantic at this attempt to seduce his men from their allegiance。 If the viole