Part 14 (2/2)
”And, as you, say, Monsieur le Marquis, more costly still to Portugal.
Let me for a moment show you another side of the picture. The French administration, so sane, so cheris.h.i.+ng, animated purely by ideas of progress, enforcing wise and beneficial laws, making ever for the prosperity and well-being of conquered nations, knows how to render itself popular wherever it is established. This Portugal knows already--or at least some part of it. There was the administration of Soult in Oporto, so entirely satisfactory to the people that it was no inconsiderable party was prepared, subject to the Emperor's consent, to offer him the crown and settle down peacefully under his rule. There was the administration of Junot in Lisbon. I ask you: when was Lisbon better governed?
”Contrast, for a moment, with these the present British administration--for it amounts to an administration. Consider the burning grievances that must be left behind by this policy of laying the country waste, of pauperising a million people of all degrees, driving them homeless from the lands on which they were born, after compelling them to lend a hand in the destruction of all that their labour has built up through long years. If any policy could better serve the purposes of France, I know it not. The people from here to Beira should be ready to receive the French with open arms, and to welcome their deliverance from this most costly and bitter British protection.
”Do you, Messieurs, detect a flaw in these arguments?”
Both shook their heads.
”Bien!” said the major of Portuguese Cacadores. ”Then we reach one or two only possible conclusions: either these rumours of a policy of devastation which have reached the Prince of Esslingen are as utterly false as he believes them to be, or--”
”To my cost I know them to be true, as I have already told you,” Samoval interrupted bitterly.
”Or,” the major persisted, raising a hand to restrain the Count, ”or there is something further that has not been yet discovered--a mystery the enucleation of which will shed light upon all the rest. Since you a.s.sure me, Monsieur le Comte, that milord Wellington's policy is beyond doubt, as reported to Monsieur, le Marechal, it but remains to address ourselves to the discovery of the mystery underlying it.
What conclusions have you reached? You, Monsieur de Samoval, have had exceptional opportunities of observation, I understand.”
”I am afraid my opportunities have been none so exceptional as you suppose,” replied Samoval, with a dubious shake of his sleek, dark head.
”At one time I founded great hopes in Lady O'Moy. But Lady O'Moy is a fool, and does not enjoy her husband's confidence in official matters.
What she knows I know. Unfortunately it does not amount to very much.
One conclusion, however, I have reached: Wellington is preparing in Portugal a snare for Ma.s.sena's army.”
”A snare? Hum!” The major pursed his full lips into a smile of scorn.
”There cannot be a trap with two exits, my friend. Ma.s.sena enters Portugal at Almeida and marches to Lisbon and the open sea. He may be inconvenienced or hampered in his march; but its goal is certain. Where, then, can lie the snare? Your theory presupposes an impa.s.sable barrier to arrest the French when they are deep in the country and an overwhelming force to cut off their retreat when that barrier is reached. The overwhelming force does not exist and cannot be manufactured; as for the barrier, no barrier that it lies within human power to construct lies beyond French power to over-stride.”
”I should not make too sure of that,” Samoval warned him. ”And you have overlooked something.”
The major glanced at the Count sharply and without satisfaction. He accounted himself--trained as he had been under the very eye of the great Emperor--of some force in strategy and tactics, a player too well versed in the game to overlook the possible moves of an opponent.
”Ha!” he said, with the ghost of a sneer. ”For instance, Monsieur le Comte?”
”The overwhelming force exists,” said Samoval.
”Where is it then? Whence has it been created? If you refer to the united British and Portuguese troops, you will be good enough to bear in mind that they will be retreating before the Prince. They cannot at once be before and behind him.”
The man's cool a.s.surance and cooler contempt of Samoval's views stung the Count into some sharpness.
”Are you seeking information, sir, or are you bestowing it?” he inquired.
”Ah! Your pardon, Monsieur le Comte. I inquire of course. I put forward arguments to antic.i.p.ate conditions that may possibly be erroneous.”
Samoval waived the point. ”There is another force besides the British and Portuguese troops that you have left out of your calculations.”
”And that?” The major was still faintly incredulous.
”You should remember what Wellington obviously remembers: that a French army depends for its sustenance upon the country it is invading. That is why Wellington is stripping the French line of penetration as bare of sustenance as this card-table. If we a.s.sume the existence of the barrier--an impa.s.sable line of fortifications encountered within many marches of the frontier--we may also a.s.sume that starvation will be the overwhelming force that will cut off the French retreat.”
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