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ading had told him of many small raids； in many wars； launched against the shores of France； and although he knew that they had once been described by an opposition statesman as 'breaking windows with guineas' he had been inclined to approve of them in principle； as bringing about a dissipation of the French strength…until now； when he found himself part of such an expedition。
So it was with relief that he heard from Pouzauges that the troops he had seen did not constitute the whole of the force to be employed…were indeed only a minor fraction of it。 A little pale with seasickness； but manfully bating it； Pouzauges laid out a map on the cabin table and explained the plan。
'The Christian Army；' explained Ponzauges； 'will land here； at Quiberon。 They sailed from Portsmouth…these English names are hard to pronounce…the day before we left Plymouth。 There are five thousand men under the Baron de Charette。 They will march on Vannes and Rennes。'
'And what is your regiment to do？' asked Hornblower。
Pouzauges pointed to the map again。
'Here is the town of Muzillac；' he said。 Twenty leagues from Quiberon。 Here the main road from the south crosses the river Marais； where the tide ceases to flow。 It is only a little river； as you see； but its banks are marshy； and the road passes it not only by a bridge but by a long causeway。 The rebel armies are to the south； and on their northward march must e by Muzillac。 We shall be there。 We shall destroy the bridge and defend the crossing； delaying the rebels long enough to enable M。 de Charette to raise all Brittany。 He will soon have twenty thousand men in arms； the rebels will e back to their allegiance； and we shall march on Paris to restore His Most Christian Majesty to the throne。'
So that was the plan。 Hornblower was infected with the Frenchmen's enthusiasm。 Certainly the road passed within ten miles of the coast； and there； in the broad estuary of the Vilaine； it should be possible to land a small force and seize Muzillac。 There should be no difficulty about defending a causeway such as Pouzauges described for a day or two against even a large force。 That would afford Charette every chance。
'My friend M。 de Moncoutant here；' went on Pouzauges； 'is Lord of Muzillac。 The people there will wele him。'
'Most of them will；' said Moncoutant； his grey eyes narrowing。 'Some will be sorry to see me。 But I shall be glad of the encounter。'
Western France； the Vendée and Brittany； had long been in a turmoil； and the population there； under the leadership of the nobility； had risen in arms more than once against the Paris government。 But every rebellion had ended in defeat； the Royalist force now being convoyed to France was posed of the fragments of the defeated armies…a final cast of the dice； and a desperate one。 Regarded in that light； the plan did not seem so sound。
It was a grey morning…a morning of grey sky and grey rocks…when the convoy rounded Belle Ile and stood in towards the estuary of the Vilaine river。 Far to the northward were to be seen white topsails in Quiberon Bay…Hornblower； from the deck of the Sophia； saw signals pass back and forth from the Indefatigable as she reported her arrival to the senior officer of the main expedition there。 It was a proof of the mobility and ubiquity of naval power that it could take advantage of the configuration of the land so that two blows could be struck almost in sight of each other from the sea yet separated by forty miles of roads on land。 Hornblower raked the forbidding shore with his glass； reread the orders for the captain of the Sophia； and stared again at the shore。 He could distinguish the narrow mouth of the Marais river and the strip of mud where the troops were to land。 The lead was going in the chains as the Sophia crept towards her allotted anchorage； and the ship was rolling uneasily； these waters； sheltered though they were； were a Bedlam of conflicting currents that could make a choppy sea even in a calm。 Then the anchor cable rumbled out through the hawsehole and the Sophia swung to the current； while the crew set to work hoisting out the boats。
'France； dear beautiful France；' said Pouzauges at Hornblower's side。
A hail came over the water from the Indefatigable。
'Mr Hornblower！'
'Sir！' yelled Hornblower back through the captain's megaphone。
'You will go on shore with the French troops and stay with them until you receive further orders。'
'Aye aye； sir。'
So that was the way in which he was to set foot on foreign soil for the first time in his life。
Pouzauges' men were now pouring up from below； it was a slow and exasperating business getting them down the ship's side into the waiting boats。 Hornblower wondered idly regarding what was happening on shore at this moment…without doubt mounted messengers were galloping north and south with the news of the arrival of the expedition； and soon the French Revolutionary generals would be parading their men and marching them hurriedly towards this place； it was well that the important strategic point that had to be seized was less than ten miles inland。 He turned back to his duties； as soon as the men were ashore he would have to see that the baggage and reserve ammunition were landed； as well as the horses； now standing miserably in improvised stalls forward of the mainmast。
The first boats had left the ship's side； Hornblower watched the men stagger up the shore through mud and water； the French on the left and the red…coated British infantry on the right。 There were some fishermen's cottages in sight up the beach； and Hornblower saw advance parties go forward to seize them； at least the landing had been effected without a single shot being fired。 He came on shore with the ammunition； to find Bolton in charge of the beach。
'Get those ammunition boxes well above high…water mark；' said Bolton。 'We can't send 'em forward until the Lobsters have found us some carts for 'em。 And we'll need horses for those guns too。'
At that moment Bolton's working party was engaged in manhandling two six…pounder guns in field carriages up the beach； they were to be manned by seamen and drawn by horses mandeered by the landing party； for it was in the old tradition that a British expeditionary force should always be thrown on shore dependent for military necessities on the countryside。 Pouzauges and his staff were waiting impatiently for their chargers； and mounted them the moment they had been coaxed out of the boats onto the beach。
'Forward for France！' shouted Pouzauges； drawing his sword and raising the hilt to his lips。
Moncoutant and the others clattered forward to head the advancing infantry； while Pouzauges lingered to exchange a few words with Lord Edrington。 The British infantry was drawn up in a rigid scarlet line； farther inland occasional red dots marked where the light pany had been thrown forward as pickets。 Hornblower could not hear the conversation； but he noticed that Bolton was drawn into it； and finally Bolton called him over。
'You must go forward with the Frogs； Hornblower；' he said。
'I'll give you a horse；' added Edrington。 'Take that one…the roan。 I've got to have someone I can trust along with them。 Keep your eye on them and let me know the moment they get up to any monkey tricks…God knows what they'll do next。'
'Here's the rest of your stores ing ashore；' said Bolton。 'I'll send 'em up as soon as you send some carts back to me。 What the hell's that？'
'That's a portable guillotine； sir；' said Hornblower。 'Part of the French baggage。'
All three turned and looked at Pouzauges； sitting his horse impatiently during this conversation； which he did not understand。 He knew what they were referring to； all the same。
'That's the first thing to be sent to Muzillac；' he said to Hornblower。 'Will you have the goodness to tell these gentlemen so？'
Hornblower translated。
'I'll send the guns and a load of ammunition first；' said Bolton。 'But I'll see he gets it soon。 Now off you go。'
Hornblower dubiously approached the roan horse。 All he knew about riding he had learned in farmyards； but he got his foot up into the stirrup and climbed in the saddle； grabbing nervously at the reins as the animal started to move off。 I