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 'And the other fellow you lost?' Baird asked; trying hard to sound casual。 'The private? In the book; is he?'
 'He's in the book all right; sir。' The Sergeant answered for Morris。 'Hakeswill; sir;' he introduced himself。 'Sergeant Obadiah Hakeswill; sir; man and boy in the army; sir; and at your mand; sir。''What was the rogue's name?' Baird asked Morris。
 'Sharpe; sir。' Hakeswill again answered。 'Richard Sharpe; sir; and as filthy horrible a little piece of work as ever I did see; sir; in all my born days; sir。'
 'The book?' Baird asked Morris; ignoring Hakeswill's judgement。
 Morris frantically searched the mess on his desk for the Punishment Book; at the back of which were kept the army's official forms for deserters。 Hakeswill eventually found it; and; with a crisp gesture; handed it to the General。 'Sir!'
 Baird leafed through the front pages; finally discovering the entry for Sharpe's court martial。 'Two thousand strokes!' the Scotsman said in horror。 'It must have been a grave offence?'
 'Struck a sergeant; sir!' Hakeswill announced。
 'You; perhaps?' Baird asked drily; noting the Sergeant's swollen and bruised nose。
 'Without any provocation; sir;' Hakeswill said earnestly。 'As God is my judge; sir; I never treated young Dick Sharpe with anything but kindness。 Like one of my own children he was; sir; if I had any children; which I don't; at least not so as I knows of。 He was a very lucky man; sir; to be let off at two hundred lashes; and you see how he rewards us?' Hakeswill sniffed indignantly。
 Baird did not respond; but just turned to the last page of the book where he found the name Richard Sharpe filled in at the top of the printed form; and beneath it Sharpe's age which was given as twenty…two years and six months; though Captain Morris; if indeed it had been Morris who had filled in the form; had placed a question mark beside the age。 Sharpe's height was reported at six feet; only four inches less than Baird himself who was one of the tallest men in the army。 'Make or Form' was the next question; to which Morris had answered 'well built'; and there followed a list of headings: Head; Face; Eyes; Eyebrows; Nose; Mouth; Neck; Hair;Shoulders; Arms; Hands; Thighs; Legs; and Feet。 Morris had filled them all in; thus offering a prehensive description of the missing man。 'Where Born?' was answered simply by 'London'; while besides 'Former Trade or Occupation' was written 'Thief。 The form then gave the date and place of desertion and offered a description of the clothes the deserter had been wearing when last seen。 The final item on the form was 'General Remarks'; beside which Morris had written 'Back scarred from flogging。 A dangerous man。' Baird shook his head。 'A formidable description; Captain;' the General said。
 'Thank you; sir。'
 'It's been distributed?'
 'Tomorrow; sir。' Morris blushed。 The form should have been copied out four times。 One copy went to the General manding the army; who would have it copied again and distributed to every unit under his mand。 A second copy would go to Madras in case Sharpe ran there。 A third copy went to the War Office in London to be copied again and given to all recruiting officers in case the man succeeded in reaching Britain and tried to rejoin the army; while the last copy was supposedly sent to the man's home parish to alert his neighbours to his treachery and the local constables to his crime。 In Sharpe's case; there was no home parish; but once Morris caught up with his paperwork and the pany clerk had made the necessary copies; Sharpe's description would be broadcast throughout the army。 If Sharpe was then found in Seringapatam; which Baird suspected he would be; he was supposed to be arrested; but it was far more likely that he would be killed。 Most soldiers resented deserters; not because of their crime; but because they had dared to do what so many others never had the courage to try; and no officer would punish a man for killing a deserter。
 Baird put the open book onto Morris's table。 'I want youto add a note under 〃General Remarks〃;' Baird told the Captain。
 'Of course; sir。'
 'Just say that it is vital that Private Sharpe be taken alive。 And that if he is captured he must be brought either to me or to General Harris。'
 Morris gaped at Baird。 'You; sir?'
 'Baird; B…A…I…R…D。 Major General。'
 'Yes; sir; but。。 。' Morris had been about to ask what possible business a major general had with a deserter; then realized that such a question would never fetch a civil answer; so he just dipped a quill in ink and hurriedly added the words Baird had requested。 'You think we might see Sharpe again; sir?' he asked。
 'I do hope so; Captain。' Baird stood。 'I even pray as much。 Now may I thank you for your hospitality?'
 'Yes; sir; of course; sir。' Morris half stood as the General left; then dropped back onto his chair and stared at the words he had just written。 'What in God's name is all that about?' he asked when Baird was safely out of earshot。
 Hakeswill sniffed。 'No good; sir; I'll warrant that。'
 Morris uncovered the arrack and took a sip。 'First the bastard is summoned to Harris's tent; then he runs; and now Baird says we'll see him again and wants him kept alive! Why?'
 'He's up to no good; sir;' Hakeswill said。 'He took his woman and vanished; sir。 Ain't no general who can condone that behaviour; sir。 It's unforgivable; sir。 The army's going to the dogs; sir。'
 'I can't disobey Baird;' Morris muttered。
 'But you don't wants Sharpie back here either; sir;' Hakes…will said fervently。 'A soldier who's a general's pet? He'll be given a sergeant's stripes next!' The thought of such an affront struck Hakeswill momentarily speechless。 His face quivered with indignation; then; with a visible effort; he controlledhimself。 'Who knows; sir;' he suggested slyly; 'but the little bastard might be reporting on you and me; sir; like the traitor what he is。 We don't need snakes in our bosoms; sir。 We don't want to disturb the happy mood of the pany; not by harbouring a general's pet; sir。'
 'General's pet?' Morris repeated softly。 The Captain was a venal man and; though no worse than many; he nevertheless dreaded official scrutiny; but he was far too lazy to correct the malfeasances half concealed in the closely penned columns of the pay books。 Worse; Morris feared that Sharpe could somehow reveal his plicity in the false charge that had resulted in Sharpe's flogging; and though it seemed impossible for a mere private to carry that much weight in the army; so it seemed equally impossible that a major general should make a special errand to discuss that private。 There was something very odd going on; and Morris disliked strange threats。 He merely asked for the quiet life; and he wanted Sharpe out of it。 'But I can't leave those words off the form;' he plained to Hakeswill; gesturing at the new addition on Sharpe's page。
 'Don't need to; sir。 With respect; sir。 Ain't no form being distributed here; sir; not in the 33rd; sir。 Don't need a form; do we? We knows what the bugger looks like; we does; so they won't give us no form; sir。 They never do; sir。 So I'll let it be known that if anyone sees Sharpie they're to oblige the army by putting a goolie in his back。' Hakeswill saw Morris's nervousness。 'Won't be no fuss; sir; not if the bugger's in Seringapatam and we're pulling the bloody place to pieces。 Kill him quick; sir; and that's more than he deserves。 He's up to no good; sir; I can feel it in my waters; and a bugger up to no good is a bugger better off dead。 Says so in the scriptures; sir。'
 'I'm sure it does; Sergeant; I'm sure it does;' Morris said; then closed the Punishment Book。 'You must do whatever you think is best; Sergeant。 I know I can trust you。'〃You do me honour; sir;' Hakeswill said with feigned emotion。 'You do me honour。 And I'll have the bastard for you; sir; have him proper dead。'
 
 In Seringapatam。
 'What in God's name did you think you were doing; Sharpe?' Lawford demanded furiously。 The Lieutenant was much too angry to go along with the pretence of being a private; and; besides; the two men were now alone for the first time that day。 Alone; but not unguarded; for though they were standing sentry in one of the south w

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