'Tell Major Sharpe I expect him at our reception this night.'
'Of course, sir.'
The Duke of York, appalled at the shambles that had been made of his display, ignored his elder brother's delight! His men were fighting in deep trenches now, cornering the enemy in rock traps, driving on in the strange exultation of battle that will not let a man feel fear or mercy or anything but the anger to kill and survive!