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Arthur laughed. ‘There aren’t many business rivals I know of who throw the competition to their pet tigers to be eaten alive.’
 
‘Precisely.’ Harris nodded. ‘But perhaps that wouldn’t be a bad idea. Might buck their ideas up a bit.’
 
‘I can imagine, sir.’
 
‘Anyway, I had better introduce you to the rest of my small planning staff. If you’d follow me.’
 
Harris led the way down the corridor to another office where two officers were busy at their desks as they entered. Arthur recognised the younger man instantly. He had met Henry Ashton briefly in England before setting out for India. Ashton was, like Arthur, a full colonel, and commanded the King’s 12th Foot. He had a few days’ seniority over Arthur.That meant he would always be the superior whenever the two of them served together.
 
‘Hello, Arthur.’ Ashton stood up with a broad smile and offered his hand. ‘Haven’t seen you for a while. I understand you’ve come to join us in the crusade against the Tipoo.’
 
‘I had no idea that this was to be a religious struggle.’
 
Ashton laughed and Harris exchanged a look with the other officer, a much older, weathered-looking man in the uniform of the East India Company.
 
‘Young bloods,’ Harris muttered in an exasperated tone. ‘Will they never grow up? Arthur, since you obviously know Ashton, let me introduce you to Lieutenant Colonel Barry Close - the real brains behind the staff work here in Madras. Close knows as much about the languages and customs of the natives as any white man in India and I’m damned lucky to have his services.’
 
Close nodded modestly and thrust out his hand. ‘Colonel, glad to meet you, sir.’
 
‘My pleasure.’
 
Harris backed away and turned towards the door. ‘Yes, well now that you’re introduced, Close can tell you what your responsibilities will be. I’ll leave you in his hands.’
 
‘Very good, sir.’
 
Once the door had shut behind the general, Close quickly scrutinised the new arrival before he continued. ‘Right then, you’re the
wallah
who is going to be in charge of organising the army’s siege train. I’ll have a desk brought in here for you, and arrange a few reliable orderlies and a secretary. Ashton there is dealing with the re-arming and training of our Company battalions and I’m responsible for food supplies and ammunition. If what I have heard about you is true, then I imagine you’ll be keen to get to work.’
 
‘Yes, I am.’
 
‘Oh, Arthur.’ Ashton winced.‘Surely you still have some of the rakish temperament about you that you were only too keen to display back in England? There will be some time for pleasure, you know.’
 
Close frowned. ‘Don’t listen to the young pup, Wellesley. The time for play is over. The threat from the Tipoo is very real.’
 
Arthur looked at the veteran and saw that the man was quite serious. He moved over to Close’s desk and pulled out a chair and sat down.‘I’d be grateful if you briefed me on my duties at once.’
 
Close grinned. ‘A man after my own heart.’
 
‘What a tragedy,’ said Ashton. ‘Already I have lost a friend and gained a drone.’
 
Arthur turned towards him. ‘I’ve read all the intelligence, Henry.There’s no avoiding a war with Tipoo.And if we lose, then you’ll have your tragedy for sure.’
 
Chapter 37
 
While Arthur attended to his duties the 33rd Foot was sent forward to Wallajabad. Ashton’s regiment had already advanced to Arnee, much nearer to the border with Mysore. Both officers would re-join their commands when the preparations for war were complete. Meanwhile Arthur diligently attended to his duties by day and joined Ashton and the other officers at dinners and parties given by the limited social circle of Europeans in the city by night.
 
Arthur quickly discovered that the Military Board of Madras, the body in charge of co-ordinating the presidency’s armed forces, had done nothing to assemble and supply the siege train needed to reduce Seringapatam. At once he descended on their offices and requested a meeting with the secretary of the Board, Josiah Webbe.
 
Webbe’s office was large but felt cramped due to the proliferation of records, reports and correspondence crammed into cubbyholes that lined three of the walls.The fourth was taken up by a shuttered window that stood open to admit the faint breeze blowing in from the sea. Even though all his documents were weighted down the corners of the paperwork occasionally lifted and fluttered as they were stirred by wafts of air. Arthur discovered that Webbe was a man of his own age, neatly dressed, slim and healthy in appearance. He lowered his pen and rose to shake Arthur’s hand, smiling warmly.
 
‘Ah, the colonel of the newly arrived 33rd, I presume. Good morning to you, sir. What can I do for you?’
 
‘Good morning, Mr Webbe. Please excuse me if I pass over any pleasantries and get down to business.’
 
A look of irritation flitted over Webbe’s expression before he replied.‘Indeed. I am a busy man too, as you can see.’ He gestured to the paperwork that surrounded him.
 
‘Then I’ll be brief. I have been charged with forming and equipping the siege train. This was the responsibility of the Military Board, until now.’
 
‘Until now? I was not aware that the situation had changed, Colonel.’
 
‘It has.’ Arthur pulled a document out of his jacket and placed it on the table.‘This is my authority to assume control of the task, signed by Lord Clive and General Harris. I am empowered to do all that is required to organise the siege train.’
 
‘Really?’ Webbe raised his eyebrows. Then he leaned forward and picked up the document, opened it and began to read. At length he set it down and looked at Arthur. ‘It seems that I am to co-operate with you as fully as is possible in accordance with the guidelines of the Military Board’s responsibilities.’
 
‘That is what the document says.’
 
‘I feel it only fair to point out to you that, in principle, ratification of decisions by the Board is required from the directors of the Company.’
 
Arthur struggled to contain his irritation at the man’s obstructive attitude. Instead he nodded. ‘So I understand. But what you must understand is that by the time you receive any response from the directors in London,Tipoo may have rendered any reply rather academic. Wouldn’t you agree?’
 
‘Sir, I am only stating that I am bound by certain rules.’
 
‘Sir, you are not bound. As you pointed out, you are merely obliged to be guided by certain principles. Now is not the time for principles, but practicalities. The army of Madras needs a siege train, and I would urge you to co-operate with me so that General Harris goes to war with the means to actually win.’>
 
Webbe stared back at him for a moment and Arthur hoped that the man had seen reason. Then the secretary spoke again, in a lower tone. ‘Don’t think I don’t know why your brother sent you here, Wellesley. He wants a war with Tipoo and means to get one whatever it takes. You are here to apply pressure to Harris, Lord Clive and officials like me. It’s painfully obvious why Mornington wants this war. He embraces the highest political ambitions and sees a victory over Tipoo as being a means to that end. Is that not so?’
 
Arthur folded his arms and smiled faintly. ‘Do you deny that Tipoo is a threat?’
 
‘No. That’s not it at all. I just want peace in India. Peace, so that the Company can go about its business in an orderly and profitable manner.That’s why we are in India, Colonel. For profit, not political or diplomatic advantage. War is an expensive business and we would do well to avoid it by any and all means necessary, as I have explained to your brother and Lord Clive. Fortunately, the new Governor of Madras is a man who shares my vision on this matter.’
 
‘This isn’t about my brother’s glorification,’ Arthur responded. ‘He no more wants war with Tipoo than you do. If Tipoo wasn’t expanding his army, or going to such great lengths to win the favour of the revolutionaries in France, then we could ignore him and go about our business here, just as you would wish. Did you know that our latest intelligence is that he now goes by the title of Citizen Tipoo?’
 
Webbe waved his hand dismissively. ‘A childish indulgence. Nothing more than that.’
 
‘Really? And what about the rapid growth of his army? The encroachment on our border? His hatred of England is implacable. He will not rest until we are driven out of the subcontinent. He hates us just as his father did before him, and just as his sons will do when they inherit the kingdom.’ Arthur paused a moment, before moderating his tone. ‘Mr Webbe, please, listen to me. England is the only chance India has to become something better than it is. For hundreds of years its people have been ground down by one wave of warlords after another. Any opportunity that these people have had to develop their lands against a background of peace and order has been stolen from them by warlords and brigands. It’s time that their situation changed. If England can exert its influence over the entire expanse of India, then in the long term its people, and the East India Company, can only profit from the results. Men like Tipoo stand in our way, and in the way of his own people. The Governor General does not want this war. I swear it, on my honour. He would far rather achieve his ambitions by peaceful means.’
 
‘Then why prepare so ardently for war?’
 
‘Because the Tipoo is firmly resolved to fight us.’ Arthur suppressed the anger that was welling up inside him and took a deep breath before he resumed. ‘I imagine you’ve placed a wager at some point in your life, Mr Webbe.’
 
‘Yes. What of it?’
 
‘Then hear me out. Tipoo may or may not intend to declare war on us, agreed? If we prepare for war and it turns out that he has no desire to attack us, then what has it cost us? Money.That’s what. A lot of money, I grant you, but nothing the Company won’t recover from future profits. But if it is Tipoo’s intention to attack us, and we are not ready to face him, because we have not made the necessary preparations, however costly, then we lose everything. Not just the chests of gold and silver in the vaults beneath Fort St George, but also the priceless reputation England currently enjoys amongst the natives. Not to mention tens of thousands of lives - yours and mine amongst them. Now then, on that basis, what would a reasonable gambling man decide to do?’
 
‘All very neatly argued, Wellesley, but what of the third possibility? That he might have no intention of attacking us, and that we might therefore save ourselves a considerable sum of money by not preparing for an attack that won’t happen.’
 
‘It’s possible,’ Arthur admitted. ‘But what are the odds of that? Would you bet your life on such odds?’
 
Webbe turned his head and stared out of the window for a while. Below the building stretched the warehouses of the East India Company and the bungalows of its managers and their families, basking peacefully in the sunshine of a clear sky. He turned back to Arthur with a resigned expression. ‘Very well, Colonel. I’ll do what I can to help you.’
 
 
With the Military Board behind him Arthur was able to put together the siege train, and by the end of the year the heavy artillery was sent forward to Vellore with twelve hundred rounds for each gun. As Arthur carried out the assembling of the train he soon discovered that his fellow staff officers were men of high calibre. Barry Close proved to be a mine of useful information about the terrain the guns would have to be moved over, while Henry Ashton deployed great charm and tact when dealing with civilian officials and senior officers in order to obtain what he and the other staff officers needed. If Ashton had a fault, it was his tendency to treat subordinates with studied indifference.
 
‘Look here, Arthur,’ he fumed one day as they sat in their office. He was brandishing a letter. ‘Here I am trying to prepare the army for war and two witless officers in the 12th are stirring up trouble to waste my time.’
 
‘What’s the matter?’ Arthur asked patiently, looking up from the requisition form he was completing.
 
‘One of my lieutenants is registering an official complaint against Major Allen, my quartermaster, for billing him for equipment he has not received. Apparently it’s caused quite a lot of fuss at Arnee and now the bloody major has asked me to intervene. Christ, as if I hadn’t got enough to deal with.’
 
‘What are you going to do?’
 
‘Do?’ Ashton snorted. ‘Nothing. I will tell Allen to leave me alone and sort it out himself, or if he can’t, to find someone more competent to do the job for him.’

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