Company of Spears by Allan Mallinson

Author:Allan Mallinson [Mallinson, Allan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Fiction
ISBN: 9780593053416
Amazon: B003IQ16EM
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 2003-12-31T11:00:00+00:00

PART II

THE TOUCH OF THE SPEAR

Cape Colony

XIV

FIRST FOOTINGS

Cape Town, 9 August 1827

Teams of sweating Hottentots heaved on the ropes at the quayside, and one by one the horses of the 6th Light Dragoons were hoist from the Leviathan’s hold like so many jack-in-the-boxes. Out swung the booms, horse suspended mid-air in a canvas sling, yet calm as may be in its unaccustomed element, and then back edged the straining teams to lower the animal to the greeting hands of its dragoon and his corporal, and thence to join the growing circle of led horses stretching legs that for eight weeks and more had remained confined and idle. Besides the occasional whinny of delight from a trooper liberated from its Stygian stable, the only sounds were the barked commands of the NCOs and the unison grunting of the Hottentots. Hervey was pleased with what he saw. This was not a bustling harbour scene of the civilian kind, all last-minute coming and going, tearful embraces and lubberliness; here it was all good order and military discipline. Even the merchantman’s crew cut about like hands aboard a man o’ war, after two months at sea as fearful of Serjeant-major Armstrong’s tongue as was any dragoon.

Hervey, impatient of the formality that acting command of the regiment had formerly imposed, made his excuses to Somervile standing beside him, got down from the saddle, gave the reins to Johnson and walked to the quayside. Dragoons braced or saluted as they saw him, the older ones hailing him by name, and he returned the greetings similarly, glad once again to be on the more familiar terms of troop rather than regiment, where he knew each man better than did his own mother, and in many cases loved them a good deal more.

‘Not at all in bad condition, Sam!’

The veterinary surgeon turned, and smiled. ‘Colonel Hervey, good morning!’

They shook hands. ‘A few of them tucked up, but not nearly as bad as I’ve seen. How was the passage?’

Sam Kirwan gave him a favourable report. No voyage was ever without incident, however clement the weather, and the Leviathan had had its share of heavy seas. It was a springlike day at the Cape, bright sunshine and a gentle westerly, but Hervey had seen the South Atlantic five times in a dozen years, and perfectly understood the picture the veterinary surgeon painted.

One of the led horses, a bay gelding, stopped and began to stale. An orderly ran up and interrupted the flow with a big enamel bowl.

Hervey turned to Sam, quizzical.

‘I’ve been taking samples since embarking. I want to observe what changes there are.’

Hervey nodded, pleased that the veterinarian was having his scientific satisfaction. ‘What orders have you given for shoeing?’

‘I understand it’s but a mile or so to the barracks, so they can be led, and the farriers can make a beginning tomorrow on the fitter ones. You don’t intend turning them away for a week or anything?’

‘Not unless you advise it, Sam. I’d rather they began light work as soon as possible, while the weather’s still mild.

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