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o forget about the sea when making their plans； but Clausewitz； Prussian though he was； was a man of sufficient elasticity of mind still to be able to see the merits of a plan based on mand of the sea。
There was no time to be lost if the assault upon Daugavgriva were to be anticipated。 The plan had to be given form instantly； timetables worked out； signals agreed upon； troops allocated for the landing and marched to the point where Hornblower could have boats' crews ready to man the river barges which were to carry the troops to the point selected for landing。 Hornblower had to detail crews and officers； issue his orders； and make sure they were understood。 Montgomery and Duncan； Purvis and Carlin； had to be sent for； brought up to the dome and shown the objectives to be aimed at … Hornblower fretted himself weary walking round the gallery while waiting for them to e ashore after he had sent for them。 Mounted messengers； riding in hot haste； brought back a trio of Russian colonels to the gallery； it was their regiments which were detailed to make the landing。 Hornblower explained to them in French； and then explained to his officers in English。 Then he had the job of interpreting the questions which everyone wanted to ask。 Half a dozen Russian subalterns； squatting on the floor of the gallery nursing pieces of board on which sheets of paper were pinned； wrote out the orders which Clausewitz dictated to them。 Essen arrived in the midst of all the bustle； he had given his verbal consent at once to the proposed attack； and when； on his arrival； he found the preparations so far advanced； like a sensible man he left the elaboration of the details to the men who had devised the scheme。 All this went on with the steady roar of the bombardment supplying a loud undertone to every conversation； while the Russian ramparts crumbled steadily under the hail of shot； and while the approach trenches crept steadily nearer。
It was before noon that Hornblower had made the suggestion to Clausewitz； it was eight in the evening； and the sun had set； before everything was pleted； before Hornblower had had himself rowed to the Dwina mouth to inspect the boats which had been provided； and to watch the Russian grenadiers marching down to be herded into them。
〃You understand your orders； Duncan？〃 asked Hornblower。
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃Let's see your watch。 Set it by mine。〃
〃Aye aye； sir。〃
〃Mr Montgomery。 Mr Purvis。 Remember what I said about keeping the landing force together。 You must strike all at once … no landing in driblets。 Make sure the soldiers know the direction in which to advance when they land。〃
〃Aye aye； sir。〃
〃Good luck； then。〃
〃Thank you； sir。〃
It was quite dark by the time Hornblower set foot again on the little jetty at Daugavgriva； dark； and there was a chilly breath in the air。 So far had the year advanced since he had first cast anchor in Riga Bay。 Midsummer had gone and autumn was at hand。 He had to feel his way along the trenches and up to the church； and his legs felt hardly strong enough to carry him up the interminable dark stairs to the gallery。 He had hardly sat down since the morning； and he had eaten nothing； and his head was swimming with fatigue and hunger。 Clausewitz was still on duty； up in the gallery where the stars shone bravely down upon him； giving a light which seemed bright pared with the pitchy darkness of the stairs Hornblower had just climbed。
〃The French seem unusually active to…night；〃 was Clausewitz's greeting to him。 〃At dusk they changed the guard of their trenches。〃
A string of bright orange flames suddenly lit up the French lines； and the roar of a salvo reached their ears。
〃They are periodically spraying the ditch with grape；〃 explained Clausewitz； 〃to hinder our repair parties。 It is what is always done； but after half a dozen rounds they lose direction and range。〃
If siege warfare was such a mechanical art； if every step was obvious and could be foreseen； there was always the chance of an original…minded general breaking the rules。 In two days the breaches and approaches would be ripe for an assault … what was to prevent an assailant from making his attack a little prematurely and catching the defender off his guard？ Hornblower made the suggestion to Clausewitz。
〃It is always possible；〃 said Clausewitz； pontifically。 〃But our trench guards are unusually strong to…night because of the sortie at dawn。〃
Hornblower felt round in the gloom； and found one of the trusses of straw which had been carried up to the gallery in an endeavour to make this advanced headquarters more fortable。 He sat down gratefully； for his legs were actually trembling with fatigue。 He wrapped his cloak closer round him against the chill of the night； and the thought of sleep became inexpressibly alluring。 He stretched himself out on the crackling straw； and then heaved himself up on his elbow again to pinch up a wad of straw as a pillow。
〃I shall rest a while；〃 he announced； and lay back and closed his eyes。
There was something more than mere fatigue about this desire for sleep。 Asleep； he would be quit of this siege； of its stinks and perils and bitterness； he would be free of his responsibilities； he would not be plagued with the endless reports of Bonaparte's steady advance into the heart of Russia； he would no longer be tormented with the feeling of fighting a desperate and hopeless battle against an enemy who was bound； because of his colossal might； to prevail in the end。 Oblivion awaited him if he could only sleep； oblivion； nepenthe； forgetfulness。 To…night he yearned to sink into sleep as a man might yearn to sink into the arms of his mistress。 His nerves were curiously steady； despite the strain of the last few weeks … perhaps （such was his contrary nature） because of it。 He settled himself down in the straw； and even the tumultuous dreams that assailed him were （as he was somehow aware） not nearly so serious as the thoughts from which he would have suffered had he been awake。
He awoke to Clausewitz's arm on his shoulder； and pieced himself back into the Hornblower who was aiding in the defence of Riga like a man fitting together a jigsaw puzzle。
〃An hour before dawn；〃 said Clausewitz； still only a vague shadow in the brooding darkness。
Hornblower sat up： he was stiff； and had grown cold under the inadequate cover of his cloak。 The landing force； if all had gone well； must be creeping up the bay now。 It was too dark to see anything as he peered over the parapet of the gallery。 Another shadow loomed up at his elbow and thrust something scalding hot into his hand … a glass of tea。 He sipped it gratefully； feeling its warmth penetrate into his inner recesses。 The faint report of a single musket…shot reached his ears； and Clausewitz began a remark to him which was cut short by a violent outburst of firing down in no…man's…land between the trench systems。 The darkness was spangled with points of flame。
〃Possibly patrols with a fit of nerves；〃 said Clausewitz； but the firing showed no signs of dying down。 Instead； it grew in violence。 There was a great spearhead of flame down below； pointing towards an irregular mass of flashes； where apparently a column was meeting a line。 The flashes flared up and died away with the ragged volleys； soon cannons were contributing their orange flames； and immediately afterwards there was more fire as blazing…bustibles … carcases … were flung by attackers and defenders from the parapets to illuminate their enemies。 From the bay arose a curving streak of yellow fire； soaring upwards towards the sky； and then bursting into scarlet stars。
〃Thank God for that！〃 said Hornblower； but he kept the words to himself。
The landing party had reached their station a little ahead of their time； and somebody； English or Russian； had sensibly decided to launch the flank attack immediately upon seeing the firing ashore。 Clausewitz turned and rapped out an order which sent an aide…de…camp hurrying down the stairs。 At almost the same moment a messenger came running up； gabbling Russian so rapidly that Clausewitz； with his limited mand of the language； had to make him repeat the words more slowly。 When the message was delivered he turned to Hornblower。
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