Hervey 10 - Warrior (43 page)

'
Which
Zulu woman, Colonel?'

'Pampata, damn it!'

French shook his head. 'Sir, I . . .'

Hervey realized. 'Captain Fairbrother knows.'

'Sir!'

French made back into the kraal.

Hervey now turned to see Ngwadi's men at last getting the better of the veterans – or at least holding them off. 'Corporal Cox, stand ready to retake your ground.'

'Sir!'

'I think, Somervile, that we may allow ourselves a little satisfaction,' said Hervey, his expression now eased.

'Not nearly as many of them as we feared,' agreed his old friend.

But scarcely had Hervey allowed himself that satisfaction when Mbopa revealed another hand. Half a mile to their right, on a low, grassy hill, a long line of warriors stood up, like the Guards at Waterloo, and let out a chilling
Huzu-u-u!
which carried to the kraal as if by a hundred speaking trumpets.

'The devil!' spat Hervey. 'What's his game?'

Corporal Cox at once had his riflemen form right to open a harassing fire.

'You mean why does he divide his force so?' asked Somervile, his gelding beginning to paw the ground impatiently.

'Yes. He showed five hundred to begin with, and then another hundred at least in that ruse to outflank the picket – and two hundred yonder, now. More than enough to break into the kraal if he used them all together.'

'Perhaps he fears our firearms?'

Hervey nodded, if uncertainly. 'He acts with caution; that much seems true. I wasn't of a mind to put great store by it, but those herd boys' "thousand warriors" looks not so wide of the mark. And if they're exactly correct, there's another two hundred or so which Mbopa's yet to commit.'

The riflemen began taking a toll, but at half a mile it was not heavy.

'A few whiffs of grapeshot would serve,' said Hervey, coldly, searching with his telescope for what he could learn of these newshown warriors.

The line began advancing.

'I perceive another ploy!' Hervey looked about, weighing his options. The main body of Zulus, four or five hundred, stood motionless two furlongs off. What was left of the attempt to envelop the picket – twenty or so warriors – were making away as fast as they could, pursued by some of Ngwadi's men, although the chief had rallied the bulk of them in good order and was drawing them up to face the main body. There, things would be evenly matched. On the right, however, two hundred more of Mbopa's warriors would be closing with them in the space of ten minutes. It was not as he had wanted it – by far the greater part of the defenders' strength now outside the kraal, and perhaps two hundred more of Mbopa's men yet to show. How would Mbopa use them?

The left flank was open; unwatched, even. He must at least post a couple of men to cover it. He could see that, inside the kraal, Welsh had fifty or so of Ngwadi's men in hand (and he would need them to guard the walls, so to speak), and the twenty dragoons stood ready. He had not wanted to show them until the last moment, when the sudden appearance of horses and sabres – and if necessary the carbine fire – would have their greatest effect. But the left flank . . .

'What to do, Hervey?' Fairbrother had come to his side, unbidden. He took in the situation at a glance.

Hervey was ever glad of his friend's knack of placing himself to advantage. 'See those fellows yonder?' He pointed to the advancing line.

Fairbrother nodded. It was all he needed.

Hervey would have directed a couple of dragoons to the left flank, but with only twenty, he decided on riflemen. 'Corporal Cox!'

'Sir!'

'Capital shooting. The dragoons will front them now. Keep up a supporting fire, but have two men go onto yonder flank' (he indicated the left) 'and keep a watch there.'

'Sir!'

'What would you have
me
do, Hervey?' demanded Somervile, his face red with the exertion of keeping his increasingly hard-to-hold gelding in hand.

In truth, Hervey was not much concerned what his old friend did, as long as he kept at arm's length from trouble. He sighed. 'Since you will not retire into the kraal—'

'I won't skulk in there while everyone else stands to arms out here! Infamous example!'

Hervey had to check his instinct to say that it would make not the slightest difference to any of them what example he set. 'Since you will not accept my principal advice, I must ask that you remain in this position and be ready at any moment to quit the place altogether.'

But Somervile was not to be persuaded. He ever liked the smell of powder and the shout of the captains, and, besides, the little prominence not a hundred yards to their left afforded as good a line of escape as it did a place of observation. He dug his spurs into his gelding's flanks.

Hervey cursed foully. He would now have to detach a dragoon as coverman. He turned to see how Fairbrother and the quarter troop were faring.

Thank God! They were mounted and making to leave as if riding out of barracks for exercise.

He turned back to see if the main body of Zulus was moving yet.

But in that space of seconds, all was overturned. Somervile, coming onto the knoll whence he would observe the field, blundered into half a dozen of Mbopa's veterans who had lain concealed for such a moment. His horse shied, he lost his balance and his pistol, and took the point of an
iklwa
in his leathered calf.

Hervey dug in his spurs as his old friend lashed about wildly with his sabre.

But it was Fairbrother who got there first. He drove straight between Somervile and the nearest spear, cutting viciously at what would have been the lethal hand.

The warriors reeled at the sudden and unfamiliar, horse and blade. Two of them fell to the sabre's edge, and another to Somervile's second pistol.

Fairbrother's charger was disobliging, however, and circled large.

But Hervey had closed fast. He dropped the reins and drew his flintlock with his left hand, pulling back the hammer and firing into the face of a fourth warrior in one motion, his sabre cutting at the next. He put his horse at another, and the point finished the tumbled warrior.

The one remaining turned and ran. Hervey drew a second pistol, took angry aim, and brought him down at thirty yards.

'Somervile, you damned fool!' he bellowed as he turned, shaking with rage. 'You are
not
a soldier! Do as I say, for Christ's sake!'

Somervile looked thoroughly shaken. Indeed, he looked defeated.

'The kraal, now!'

'My dear Hervey,' he replied feebly, as if lost. 'I'm excessively grateful to you . . . and to you, Captain Fairbrother. I . . .'

Hervey cleared his throat. 'Forgive me; I spoke roughly. You fought like the devil.'

Corporal French had now joined them.

Hervey turned to him. 'Convey Sir Eyre to the kraal, if you please, Corp' French.'

'Colonel!'

'With your leave, Hervey?' asked Fairbrother, nodding towards the dragoons as they formed front midway to the advancing line of Zulus.

'By all means.' And then he smiled wryly. 'Not content with saving my life in this savage land, you save my reputation.'

Fairbrother returned the look of wryness in equal measure. 'I thank God I have only a reputation to
make.
' He touched his shako peak in salute and galloped off to the dragoons.

The two riflemen were doubling as best they could towards the scene of Somervile's blooding.

Hervey cantered up to them. 'You saw?'

'We did, sir,' they answered, breathing heavily.

'Yon little hill's a good place to see from. I'm sorry it's just the two of you, but we have at least cleared it!'

'Ay, sir. Very grateful on it we are,' they chirped, in the mordant humour of the battlefield.

As he returned their salutes and put his horse back into a canter, Hervey saw that the main body of Mbopa's force had begun advancing. He pulled up fifty yards in front of the sango to summon all the composure he could – not, for once, for the benefit of those who would derive encouragement from his mask of command, but for his own: he needed the clearest of heads to judge the action – to fight, or to make away. Ngwadi's warriors were beyond recall. They stood awaiting the charge of Mbopa's warriors with resolution and relish. If there were not so many more of Mbopa's Zulus now threatening their right flank, he would not have had to bring out the dragoons. And he could not withdraw his few riflemen – whose ammunition must now be depleted – for they were all he had left to cover his dash for escape with Somervile if the kraal looked like falling.

But for the steady crack of rifles – single, aimed shots – it was an eerily silent battlefield. Both the main body of Zulus and the two hundred on the flank advanced without battle cries or sound of any sort. Here before him, indeed, was a battlefield the like of Sparta, or Judea . . .

'Colonel Hervey, sir?'

French was back at his side.

Hervey smiled at the reassurance of a familiar face. 'Corp' French?'

'That Pampata, sir. Strong-willed is she. Young Toyne was detailed to cover her, but she's got herself her own little escort of warriors.'

Hervey shook his head. He could picture it well enough.

'And I missed being where I was meant to be again, sir – in that melee, I mean.'

'You did, Corp' French, but I perceive your sabre will soon be wanted,' replied Hervey, sighing, nodding towards Mbopa's host.

And even as he pointed, the numbers grew: as if to overawe Ngwadi's cohort at the very moment they needed their greatest resolve, three hundred more warriors rose up from behind the ridge, ready to hurl themselves down the slope and tip the balance of the fight. 'So now we see his design!'

'Ay, sir,' said French, grimly. He drew his sabre.

In half a minute more the eerie silence was gone. Now it was the clash of close battle.

And in but five minutes, the mathematics began telling, Ngwadi's line inching back.

Hervey spurred towards the riflemen. 'Corp' Cox, about face and extend! Enfilade if you please!'

Eight rifles against many hundred spears: a drop in the ocean – but what else to do?

Five minutes' enfilade fire, perhaps more, the shots finding their mark, but to no decisive effect.

'Down to ten rounds apiece, sir!' shouted Cox.

Hervey screwed up his courage for the decision. It was time. They could do no more. 'Very well, Corp' Cox. Form at the entrance to the kraal!'

He turned anxiously to see how were the dragoons.

He wished he'd kept Bugle Roddis by his side: now was the time to recall them too. 'Corp' French, tell Captain Fairbrother to break for the kraal!'

'Sir!'

Hervey reined round to make his own way back – at the trot so as not to dismay the riflemen.

He did not see Pampata at once. She stood in front of her warrior escort, just behind the melee, four-square as if in a trance, Shaka's toy spear in hand. When he did see, his blood ran cold.

He turned to make for her.

Ngwadi's line broke suddenly, overwhelmed like the wall of a dyke by a monstrous wave.

Mbopa's men poured through, and on at the solitary figure of Shaka's widow and her escort.

Pampata raised the toy spear high as they lunged.

Hervey galloped at them furiously.

But one spear and then another ripped open her belly.

And she fell to her knees, and cried defiantly, above all the noise of the battle: '
U-Shaka!
'

XXIV
THE SERVICE OF THE STATE

Cape Town, a month later

'I fear it will not serve well for you, Hervey, and I am very sorry for it. I have written in the strongest possible terms to the Colonies Office, absolving you of all blame in the affair, but it is most unfortunate that Huskisson has seen fit to leave the government. You will know Sir George Murray better than do I, but I do not count on his support as I did on Huskisson's. I fear daily for a dismissal. There's an Indiaman coming in on the tide even now!'

Hervey, for all his dismay – anger, even – at the late events in Natal, could not but pity his old friend's situation, especially now he had lost his best supporter in Whitehall, though even had there been a telegraph line from the Colonies Office to the Cape there could scarcely have been a dismissal communicated so fast. 'You acted as you saw best in the King's interest,' he replied firmly. 'Things might easily have gone our way. Fortune was not smiling on us that day.'

It was true, except that Fortune was not ultimately against them: they had made their escape from kwaWambaza, when few others – Ngwadi included – had done so.