Inferno

Chapter 71

Svanemollen, two miles north of Copenhagen

Francis Maynard picked up his pen and began: Dear David … He certainly had something to write about today. Just when we thought the Danskers were tamely giving up the match, we got a bit of a surprise …

That was an understatement. The 52nd had stood to arms when it became clear that trouble was brewing. The earth-works they were manning, however, were intended for an artillery battery and were incomplete, with supplies and equipment lying in the open among their encampment.

In the afternoon, out of the blue, the Danes had sortied in force. It had been a hard-fought engagement but the British engineers had pushed up the fronting glacis before the rest of the works and the attack had petered out on the fifty-yard open slope.

What happened next was a complete surprise. From nowhere a ship-sized round shot had thumped into the earth-work with shocking force, tearing a gap before finishing in splintered wreckage in the camp. Another soon followed, killing two sentries and rampaging on into their lines beyond. Still more – and then a heavy mortar shell had hurtled in over the rampart and detonated in their unprotected camp with appalling results.

Another exploded some distance away and, as it was very clear there was going to be no defence against this sea-borne rain of destruction, the 52nd was pulled back. Was this a prelude to a sea landing to take this strategic objective? He recollected going to the little woodland rise and lying down to peer over at the powder-smoke-hidden inshore waters, trying to make sense of the violence and chaos. Where was the navy? It seemed they were being attacked only by boats. Surely that great fleet all across the horizon could deal with this.

He’d been taken up to provide men from the horse artillery, summoned to make some sort of reply, but they’d been punished badly as soon as they’d shown themselves on the shoreline. Beaten back, there’d been little they could do against the Viking marauders.

The day had ended with a wasteland of ruin and devastation where once had been the left flank of General Baird’s second division.

A response was needed, and quickly. During the night the roads and trackways came alive with the urgent jingling of harness and rumble of wheels as every field piece capable of movement was brought around the rear to line the shore by Swan Mill.

In the morning the Danes were fought to a standstill, then forced to retire. Damme, they’re game fellows but we’re emplacing some twenty-fours of our own as will be the medicine to be rid of ’em!

The candle guttered as the night breeze wafted in from the tent opening. It was Adams. ‘Care for a snifter, Francis?’

Before he could reply a grubby bottle was upended over his chipped cup. A pale golden liquor splashed into it. ‘Snaps, the locals call it. Rather a tasty drop, I think.’

‘Um, yes.’ Maynard was unsure about its foreign-tasting wormwood bitterness.

‘May as well make the most of it while we’re here.’

‘What do you mean, Stephen?’

‘Our bluff’s called, old chap. We’re to go home.’

‘Whaaat?’

‘By resisting they’re forcing a siege. They could be well stocked, watered and so forth. All they’ve got to do is sit down behind their bloody great walls and wait for us to give up and fade away. There’s no way we can sustain a siege of months – and who’s to say in the meantime Boney won’t get irritated and send in an army or two?’

‘Not while the navy’s here,’ Maynard said stoutly. ‘Got the whole place surrounded and sealed off.’

‘Ha! You don’t know this part o’ the world. In weeks it starts getting mortal chilly, ice and snow around the corner. Your wooden walls have to get out while they can and leave us here or …’

‘We can’t give up! We’d be a laughing stock!’

More snaps was forthcoming before Adams gave a half-smile. ‘Some say we take the whole of this island, Sj?lland, and hand it over to the Swedes. That way we – that is to say, they – would control both sides of the Sound and no more threat to the Baltic trade, which is what all this pother is about.’

‘Weren’t they thrown out of Pomerania? Doesn’t sound as if they can hang on long enough to defend it.’

‘Sound? Sound! Ha-ha, good one, Francis,’ Adams chortled.

‘A good drop, then, this snaps,’ Maynard murmured drily.

‘Aye. No, as I was saying, those blundering great bastions an’ ramparts, we’ll never get through ’em without we have a clinking great siege train in depth an’ that we don’t have.’

‘Storm the city? Escalade? But that’s always a bloody affair.’

‘I’ll agree. Our betters have a right puzzler they must solve. For me, I’d-’

‘You pair!’ the adjutant barked from behind. They started in consternation, twisting round to face him. ‘Why are you still here? All officers attend at Headquarters, this hour!’

‘N-now?’

‘Take horse, be at Hellerup within twenty minutes or you’ll rue your indolence for a week, I promise you, gentlemen!’