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e the big siege guns would be emplaced。 Colonel Gent； an engineer of the East India pany； supervised the work； and he agreed whole…heartedly with General Harris that the decayed stretch of the city's western walls was the obvious and opportune target。 Then； just days after the construction of the siege works had begun； a local farmer revealed the existence of a new second wall behind the first。 The man insisted the new wall was unfinished； but Harris was worried enough by the farmer's news to call his deputies to his tent where Colonel Gent delivered the gloomy intelligence about the new inner ramparts。 'The fellow says his sons were taken away to help build the walls；' the engineer reported； 'and he seems to be telling the truth。'
Baird broke the brief silence that followed Gent's words。 'They can't surely garrison both walls；' the Scotsman insisted。
'The Tippoo has no shortage of men；' Wellesley pointed out。 'Thirty or forty thousand； we hear。 More than enough to defend both walls； I should think。'
Baird ignored the young Colonel； while Harris； unfortably aware of the bad feeling between his two deputies； stared fixedly at his map of the city in the hope that some new inspiration would strike。 Colonel Gent sat beside Harris。 The engineer unfolded a pair of wire…framed spectacles andhooked them over his ears as he peered down at the map。
Harris sighed。 'I still think it has to be the west；' he said； 'despite this new wall。'
'The north？' Wellesley asked。
'According to our farmer fellow；' Gent answered； 'the new inner wall goes all the way round the north。' He picked up a pencil and sketched the line of the new inner wall on the map to show that wherever the river flowed close to the city there was now a double rampart。 'And the west is infinitely preferable to the north；' Gent added。 〃The South Cauvery's shallow； while the main river can still be treacherous at this time of year。 If our fellows have to wade through the Cauvery； let them do it here。' He tapped the city's western approach。 'Of course；' he added optimistically； 'maybe that fellow was right； and maybe that inner wall ain't finished。'
Harris wished to God that McCandless was still with the army。 That subtle Scotsman would have despatched a dozen disguised sepoys and discovered within hours the exact state of the new inner wall； but McCandless was lost and so； Harris suspected； were the two men sent to rescue him。
'We could cross the Arrakerry Ford；' Baird suggested； 'then blast our way in from the east like Cornwallis did。'
Harris lifted the hem of his wig and scratched at his old scalp wound。 'We discussed all this before；' he said wearily。 He offered Baird a wan smile to take the sting from his mild reproof； then explained his reasons for not assaulting from the east。 'First we have to force the crossing； and the enemy has the river banks entrenched。 Then we must get through the new wall around their encampment' … he touched the map； showing where the Tippoo had constructed a stout mud wall； well served with guns； that surrounded the encampment which lay outside the city's southern and eastern walls … 'and after that we have to lay siege to the city proper； and we know that both the east and south ramparts already have inner walls。 And to breach those walls every round shotand pound of powder will have to be carried across the river。'
'And one good rainfall will make the ford impassable；' Gent put in gloomily； 'not to mention bringing those damned crocodiles back。' He shook his head。 'I wouldn't want to be carrying three tons of supplies a day across a half…flooded river full of hungry teeth。'
'So wherever we attack；' Wellesley asked； 'we have to pierce two walls？'
'That's what the man said；' Baird growled。
'This new inner wall；' Wellesley asked Gent； ignoring Baird； 'what do we know of it？'
'Mud；' Gent said； 'red mud bricks。 Just like Devon mud。'
'Mud will crumble；' Wellesley pointed out。
'If it's dry； it will；' Gent agreed； 'but the core of the wall won't be dry。 Thoroughly good stuff； mud。 Soaks up the cannon fire。 I've seen twenty…four…pounder shots bounce off mud like currants off a suet pudding。 Give me a good stone wall to break down any day。 Break its crust and the guns turn the rubble core into a staircase。 But not mud。' Gent stared at the map； picking his teeth with the sharpened nib of a quill。 'Not mud；' he added in a gloomy undertone。
'But it will yield？' Harris asked anxiously。
'Oh； it'll yield； sir； it'll yield； I can warrant you that； but how much time do we have to persuade it to yield？' The engineer peered over his spectacles at the bewigged General。 〃The monsoon ain't so far off； and once the rains begin we might as well go home for all the good we'll ever do。 You want a path through both walls？ It'll take two weeks more； and even then the inner breach will be perilously narrow。 Perilously narrow！ Can't enfilade it； you see； and the breach in the outer wall will serve as a glacis to protect the base of the inner wall。 Straight on fire； sir； and all aimed a deal higher than any respectable gunner would want。 We can make you a breach of sorts； but it'll be narrow and high； andGod only knows what'll be waiting on the other side。 Nothing good； I dare say。'
'But we can breach this outer wall quickly enough？' Harris asked； tapping the place on his map。
'Aye； sir。 It's mostly mud again； but it's older so the centre will be drier。 Once we break through the crust the thing should fall apart in hours。'
Harris stared down at the map； unconsciously scratching beneath his wig。 'Ladders；' he said after a long pause。
Baird looked alarmed。 'You're not thinking of an escalade； God save us？'
'We've no timber！' Gent protested。
〃Bamboo scaling ladders；' Harris said； 'just a few。' He smiled as he leaned back in his chair。 'Make me a breach； Colonel Gent； and forget the inner wall。 We'll assault the breach； but we won't go through it。 Instead we'll attack the shoulders of the breach。 We'll use ladders to climb off the breach onto the walls； then attack round the ramparts。 Once those outer walls are ours； the beggars will have to surrender。'
There was silence in the tent as the diree officers considered Harris's suggestion。 Colonel Gent tried to clean his spectacle lenses with a corner of his sash。 'You'd better pray our fellows get up on the walls damned fast； sir。' Gent broke the silence。 〃You'll be sending whole battalions across the river； General； and the lads behind will be pushing the fellows in front； and if there's any delay they'll spill into the space between the walls like water seeking its level。 And God knows what's in between those walls。 A flooded ditch？ Mines？ But even if there's nothing there； the poor fellows will still be trapped between two fires。'
'Two Forlorn Hopes；' Harris said； thinking aloud and ignoring Gent's gloomy ments； 'instead of one。 They both attack two or three minutes ahead of the main assault。 Their orders will be to climb off the breach and onto the walls。 One Hope turns north along the outer ramparts； the othersouth。 That way they don't need to go between the walls。'
'It'll be a desperate business；' Gent said flatly。
'Assaults always are；' Baird said stoutly。 'That's why we employ Forlorn Hopes。' The Forlorn Hope was the small band of volunteers who went first into a breach to trigger the enemy's surprises。 Casualties were invariably heavy； though there was never a shortage of volunteers。 This time； though； it did promise to be desperate； for the two Forlorn Hopes were not being asked to fight through the breach； but rather to turn towards the walls either side of the breach and fight their way up onto the ramparts。 'You can't take a city without shedding blood；' Baird went on； then stiffened in his chair。 'And once again； sir； I request permission to lead the main assault。'
Harris smiled。 'Granted； David。' He spoke gently； using Baird's Christian name for the first time。 'And God be with you。'
'God be with the damned Tippoo；' Baird said； hiding his delight。 'He's the one who'll need the help。 I thank you； sir。 You do me honour。'
Or I send you to your death； Harris thought； but kept the sentiment silent。 He rolled up the city map。 'Speed； gentlemen；' he said； 'speed。 The rains will e soon enough； so let's get this business done。'
The troops went on digging； zigzagging their way across the fertile fields between the aqueduct and the south branch of the Cauvery。 A second British army； six and a half thousand men from Cannanore on India's western Malabar coast； arrived to swell the besiegers' ranks。 The newers camped north of the Cauvery and placed gun batteries that could sweep the approach to the proposed breach so that the city； with its thirty thousand defenders； was now besieged by fifty…seven thousand men； half of whom marched under British colours and half under the banners of Hyderabad。 Six thousand of the British troops were actually British； the rest weresepoys； and behind all the troops； in the sprawling encampments； more than a hundred thousand hungry civilians waited to plunder the supplies rumoured to be inside Seringapatam。
Harris had men enough for the siege and assault； but not enough to ring the city entirely and so the Tippoo's cavalry made daily sallies from the unguarded eastern side of the island to attack the foraging parties who ranged deep into the country in search of timber and food。 The Nizam of Hyderabad's horsemen fought off the daily attacks。 The Nizam was a Muslim； but he had no love for his coreligionist； the Tippoo； and the men of Hyderabad's army fought fiercely。 One horseman came back to the camp with the heads of six enemies tied by their long hair to his lance。 He held the bloody trophies aloft and galloped proudly along the tent lines to the cheers of the sepoys and redcoats。 Harris sent the man a purse of guineas； while Meer Allum； the mander of the Nizam's forces； more practically ordered a concubine to express his gratitude。
The trenches made ground daily； but one last formidable obstacle prevented their approach close enough to the city for the siege guns to begin their destructive work。 On the southern bank of the Cauvery； a half…mile west of the city； stood the ruins of an old watermill。 Built of stone； the ancient walls were thick enough to withstand the artillery fire from Harris's camp and from the new British positions across the river。 The ruined buildings had been converted into a stout fort that was equipped with a deep defensive ditch and was strongly garrisoned by two of the Tippoo's finest cushoons； reinforced by cannon and rocketmen； and so long as the mill fort existed no British gun could be dragged within battering range of the city's walls。 The two flags that flew over the mill fort were shot away every day； but each dawn the flags would be hoisted again； albeit on shorter staffs； and once again the British and Indian gunners would blaze away with round shot and shell； and once again the sun flag and the banner of theLion of God would be felled； but whenever skirmishers went close to the fort to discover if any defender survived； there would be a blast of cannon； rockets and musketry to prove that the Tippoo's men were still dangerous。 The Tippoo could even reinforce the garrison thanks to a deep trench that ran close to the south branch of the Cauvery and up which his men could creep through the night to relieve the fort's battered garrison。
The fort had to be taken。 Harris ordered a dusk attack that was led by Indian and Scottish flank panies supported by a party of engineers whose job was to bridge the mill's deep ditch。 For an hour before the assault the artillery on both banks of the river rained shells into the mill。 The twelve…pounder guns were loaded with howitzer shells and the wispy trails of their burning fuses sputtered across the darkening sky to plunge into the smoke which churned up from the battered fort。 To the waiting infantry who would have to wade through the Little Cauvery； cross the ditch and assault the mill it seemed as if the small fort was being obliterated； for there was nothing to be seen but the boiling smoke and dust amongst which the shells exploded with dull red flashes； but every few moments； as if to belie the destruction that seemed so plete； an Indian gun w