My Bonny Light Horseman (36 page)

"
Oui, mon Général,
" I answer, holding out the message. "With his compliments."

Murat takes the letter, breaks the seal, and reads it, then turns to the other men in the tent. "It is as I thought it would be. We cross the Saale tomorrow, and we shall be the first to go!"

There is a cheer from the others as Murat goes on. "Based on the Prussian plans taken today, the Emperor is considering dividing the army in two, one half to draw out and strike the main Prussian force on the open plateau above the Saale, near the town of Jena, the other at a place called Auerstädt. We are to start moving before dawn tomorrow. You will have your men ready."

There is much clicking of heels and reports that yes, they will be ready and they can't wait to go, and then they go back to poring over their plans. Murat turns to me, smiling.

"We plan and we plot, but who knows upon whom Fortune will shine, eh,
Sous-Lieutenant
Bouvier?" he says. "We have heard how you stood up before the firing squad today. I only hope that when my time comes, I will be as brave."

I bow my head and say, "I was not brave at all, Sir. I was too terrified to have any thought of bravery in my mind at all."

"Well, you acquitted yourself well today, whatever your state of mind," responds Murat. "I am preparing a message for your General Charpentier concerning our deployment tomorrow. Right now, please refresh yourself at our table, and, oh yes, you might acquaint yourself with your fellow American who is attached to my staff. He is right over there."

"Thank you, Sir," I say, and I look over to the table laden with bottles of wine and plates of bread and cheeses and choice meats, and my belly growls and both belly and I say
oh, yes!
and to hell with any fellow American, whoever and whatever he may be. Murat turns back to his men, and I go to the table, where I quickly gobble down some sausage and cheese.

There is a man standing there, facing away from me. He turns, and I am amazed to look into the equally astounded eyes of Lieutenant Randall Trevelyne. I break out into a real sweat and my jaw drops, but I have enough presence of mind to say, very quietly, "Good to see you, Lieutenant Trevelyne. If you say anything about this, you will have killed me. If you want that, do it."

He shakes his head and laughs a quiet laugh. "So. Here you are. And already you are a hero. How can I possibly keep up with you, Jacky?"

"Pour me a glass of wine, Randall, and we shall see."

He grabs a wine bottle by the neck and a wineglass by its stem and fills it up and hands it to me. I lift it to my lips and drink.
Oh, Lord, that is good!

"So this is where you went, Randall, after you left Dovecote," I say as I lower my glass. "You know everybody back in Boston is very worried about you? How did you get here?"

"Lissette's father, the Comte de Lise, got me the commission. I had to do something when my father kicked me out of the house after I was expelled from Harvard for a second time for being drunk in chapel. So let them worry. I don't care. Besides, everybody back in Boston is worried about you, too."

I know it had always rankled Randall that even though he was a Lieutenant in the militia and I was just a stupid girl, he had never seen a real fight, whereas I had been in lots. Me, who never wanted to be in any fight at all and would have happily lived out my life in peaceful pursuits, 'cept it didn't work out that way.

"I came over here to test myself in fire and what do I find? The renowned Jacky Faber already a goddamned hero and the battle hasn't even started yet!"

"You're a fool, Randall. I'm no hero and never was. Everything's been accident or luck. You don't know what it's gonna be like when it comes down to it. You don't know what's gonna happen in a few days."

"Well, I'll find out, won't I?"

I put my glass back down on the table as one of Marshal Murat's aides comes up to us. "Lieutenant Bouvier," he says, handing me a letter. "For General Charpentier."

I nod, let my eyes bore into Randall's, and say, "
Bonsoir,
M'sieur Trevelyne. I suspect we shall meet again on this march. Till then,
au revoir.
" I bow, click my heels, and exit the tent.

Well, I'll be damned ... What a world!

I get back on Mathilde and head back to the Sixteenth Fusiliers, and I am glad, for I am very weary, but, tired as I am, I find my day is not yet done. As I trot along, my head nodding, I find I am joined by Jean-Paul de Valdon, another Lieutenant of Cavalry.

"Ah," I say. "My Bonny Light Horseman. And how are you, Jean-Paul? Well, I hope." I reach over to take his hand. It seems that it is my day for meeting up with handsome young cavalrymen. Dropping his hand, I say, "You are here for a report. Very well, here it is: The Army begins to cross the river Saale at dawn tomorrow. Murat will lead. Napoléon will divide his forces as soon as all are across—one half to face the Prussians near a town called Jena, the other to fight them at Auerstädt."

"And just where did you get that information?"

"I delivered a message from the Emperor to Marshal Murat, and I was in the Marshal's command tent when he opened it and gave orders to his officers."

"From Napoléon, himself?" he asks, aghast.

"Yes. I met him today," I say, yawning. "Gave him a message from Colonel Maurais of the bridge builders."

Jean-Paul is struck dumb. After a moment, he says, "A month on the job and already you meet the Emperor of France. You have certainly wasted no time getting into the tents of the mighty. I can barely gain entry to my own commanding officer's tent."

"I am but a simple messenger," I say, and kick poor Mathilde up a little faster. We do have to deliver the message to General Charpentier, after all. "So tell me—have I done well at this spying? You know I hate it, don't you? Well, I do—I hate being a sneak—and I now ask of you, 'Is it enough? Have I done my job?'"

"Yes, you have, but—"

"You know you could cross the river and go give that information to the Prussians. They would find it very valuable." I watch his face. "If you wanted to do that."

"I do not wish to do that. My quarrel is with Napoléon, not with French soldiers. I will send that information back to Jardineaux and he may do with it what he wishes, but it will get to him too late for him to do any harm to this army."

"I don't care. In fact, I am glad of that, Jean-Paul. I would not like to think I did anything to hurt my friends."

He smiles at that. "Your friends? Just who are you working for, Jacqui?"

"I don't know. I am just a simple girl who tries to do her job, whatever it might be, and I leave the politics to others."

"Um. A simple girl? Right. At any rate, this will be my last dispatch because my line of couriers will be broken when we cross that river. Napoléon is sure to take up a section of the span after we're over, to prevent the Prussians from using it. But that is not what is important to me right now."

"Oh? And what is?"

He clears his throat and then says, "Jacqui. I must ... see you."

"See me? Here, you are looking right at me,
non?
Here I am,
mon cher,
all of
Sous-Lieutenant
Jacky Bouvier—tired, dirty, stinky, and very much in need of a bath."

"
Non.
I do not mean that. As man and woman, I must see you. Ever since I first met you on that day in Paris, when you tricked me with the carriage, I..." He pauses. "...I have not been able to get you out of my head."

Hmmm...

"Ah, Paris. I do miss her so. And it's only been a few weeks," I sigh, wistfully. "We did have some fun there, didn't we, Jean-Paul?"

"
Oui, ma chérie,
and some of the finer moments of my life," he replies. He reaches over and takes my hand.

I give his a gentle squeeze and then take mine back. Full night has not quite fallen.

"Two very junior officers should not be seen holding hands, Lieutenant Valdon. I'm sure the French Army is a little more forgiving of that sort of thing than is the British Navy, but still..."

We ride along in silence for a while, then he speaks again.

"I ... heard something of what had happened to you today. I am sorry. I cannot imagine how you endured it, but I am most thankful that you survived."

"Me, too, Jean-Paul, believe me on that. I am not ready to leave this world just yet, however glorious are the promised charms of Heaven above," I say. "But let's put that out of our minds."

And I fall silent, then say, "I have thought upon what you said, and yes, we shall meet again as boy and girl, but it will be when we get to the other side of the river. I have a way. All right?"

He looks at me and nods as we come to a bend in the road and we are out of the view of the Army for a moment. I bring Mathilde to a halt.

"One kiss is all that can be risked, Jean-Paul," I say. I remove my shako and lean over to press my mouth to his. I feel both the puff of his hot breath on my cheek and the feel of his hand on the back of my head as he holds my face to his.
Oh, yes...

After a few moments, I raise my hand to his chest and push him away.

"No more, Jean-Paul. Not now. In a few days," I tell him, my breath a bit ragged. "You will know me when you see me, count on it. Now go."

I put my heels to Mathilde, and we are off, leaving a very confused Lieutenant Jean-Paul de Valdon behind us.

After I deliver the message from Murat to General Charpentier—and yes, there is much shouting of orders of how we leave in the morning and what everyone is to do to prepare for it, but I am so tired that I don't take much notice of it. As soon as I am dismissed, I turn toward my lovely tent for some blissful sleep.

But it is not to be, for my poachers have plainly been spreading the word.

"Bouvier! By God, you're back! Bravo!" says Captain Bardot upon seeing me emerge from Charpentier's tent. He claps his hand on my back and pushes me toward the Officers' Mess and in through the door flap.

"Please, Captain, I am not fit, I am filthy..."

"What? Who cares about that? We all get dirty in a campaign. It's to be expected. No, you must go in! I order you,
Sous-Lieutenant,
so you have no choice!"

I reckon I don't, so I go in.

"Behold, comrades!" bellows Bardot to the assembled officers, who turn astounded faces to us. "I present our
beau sabreur
Jacques Bouvier, who has faced the enemy today and captured the first enemy standard and delivered it into the very hand of the Emperor himself! Stand up, all of you!"

And they do it with a roar.
Bouvier! Bouvier! Bouvier! The pride of the Sixteenth Fusiliers!

I protest that it was not my doing, but they will have none of it, and glasses of wine are pressed upon me and toasts are proposed and soon my head is spinning with it all.

I am seated at a table next to Bardot and food is placed in front of me. I eat it and I am glad of it. But soon my head drifts down toward my plate so that eventually Bardot picks me up and takes me out to deliver me to my tent where my Clodhoppers take me from him.

"Dufour," I say to my orderly, who had, commendably, gotten the two buckets of water I had asked for and had placed them in my tent, "thank you."

After Bardot left me off, I had revived myself by plunging my head into one of the buckets, and then I sent Denis out. I stripped down and spent the next half hour washing both myself and my small clothes, all of which really needed the washing after the events of the day. After I laid them out to dry, I put on my nightshirt, crawled into my sleeping bag, and then called him back in.

"You shall put your bedroll over there on the other side of the tent and sleep there. If you hear me scream in the night, you will take that rag and dip it in the water and then lay it over my face until I stop and come out of the nightmare. Do you understand? Very well. Good night, Dufour. Sleep soundly. You acquitted yourself well today."

I, myself, am asleep before my head hits my rolled-up uniform jacket that I use for a pillow every night.

Chapter 36

James Fletcher
Snoggins Pier, Margate, England

Jacky Faber
Somewhere in France

Dearest Jacky,

Yes, Jacky, we now know where you are, or, at least, where you were when you were last seen, thanks to the invaluable Higgins.

Figuring logically that the Admiralty would have more use for you alive than dead, Higgins began to worm his way into the Navy's Intelligence Branch. Armed with impeccable references from the very influential and powerful Hollingsworth family, he managed to gain an interview with First Lord Grenville, and immediately established a rapport with that gentleman. Meetings with a Mr. Peel followed, and then conferences with a Dr. Sebastian, with whom I believe you are acquainted. Higgins, or should I say
Agent
Higgins, is now well established in the Intelligence Branch.

I shudder to think what danger you might be in, dear girl, but then I know you to be extremely resourceful and hope for the best. Yes, I know you have been sent to spy upon the French, and fear not, none of this is actually being written down. It is only my random thoughts while I think upon you as I look out over the bay.

Believe it or not, as I'm pondering all of this, I am standing at the rail of your own beautiful little schooner, moored here in Margate. I have once again left my family's home on Brattle Lane in London, as I found it stifling there, and have taken up my quarters on your
Nancy B. Alsop.
Mr. John Higgins, as the senior corporate officer here at Faber Shipping, Worldwide, has seen fit to appoint me Captain in your absence, and I thank him for it. Being here has chased many shadows from my mind.