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I love you too.

Something frightened you?

Come quickly.

You must come. Something awful has happened.

Somebody's opened one of the graves.

Amen.

Yes, I spoke to the vicar about it. It's an old tomb built for a local family,

but the reasons we needn't go into have never been used. It's been empty for

years. Well, someone opened it. Hmm?

It wasn't open when I saw it. You don't believe me.

What have you been reading recently?

You think I imagined it.

Hmm. You think I didn't see anything at all.

I didn't.

Dr. Gordon, you'll need this.

And General Syme's groom has arrived. The General's feeling ill again and he

wants to see you urgently.

Well, didn't you tell him I was just leaving for the conference?

Yes, but I told him you might look in on the way.

Ah, yes, I suppose I could do that. And you'll be back tomorrow?

Late afternoon.

I expect the conference will take up most of the morning.

Off you go, Smith.

Bye, Amy.

Say goodbye to Kevin for me.

Bye, Becky.

Bye.

I didn't imagine it, did I, Beauty?

And you didn't imagine it.

Very good of you to come, James. It's such short notice.

It's his old spare wound I got in the African campaign.

Disagreeable business, that.

Cuts loose every now and again. Very painful.

Wither, I suppose.

Yes, that could affect it.

Grip my hand.

Best you can do.

Wig's a kitten. God, he nailed a pen.

You've got to stay in bed for a while till we see how this develops.

No point in taking unnecessary risks. Meanwhile, I'll give you something to

the pain.

Good, good. That'll help.

I see me old regiment's recruiting in the village.

Yes.

Getting their strength up for India.

Wouldn't mind another campaign myself if you can get me on me feet again.

One.

Three times a day with water.

Come on, boy. Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

Lovely little village you have here.

Me and my lads is very happy to be here.

Now, I hope there's some handsome lads among you, seem to be.

Now, I hope you all take advantage of the Queen's founding and join the finest

regiment in the British Army.

Our regiment, the finest in the Army.

You're the sort we're looking for.

We're short of a drum of voices, so happens.

Why not take the Queen's shilling, eh?

We'll make a man of you.

Show you foreign countries, put some air on your chest, eh?

What do you say?

No, thank you, sir.

I've got to get home in time for supper.

Who are you?

You scared me to death.

Tom Honeywood.

I didn't mean to scare anyone.

What are you doing?

I used to live in the village.

I found this place when I was a choir boy in the church.

Why are you hiding?

I joined the army.

I should never have done it.

Why did you?

It sounded exciting, I suppose.

Oh.

So now you're running away.

Yes. But it'll make things hard for Mother.

She hasn't enough to live on.

But if the recruiting sergeant leaves the district, then maybe they'll forget

about me.

I wouldn't count on that.

But in the meantime, what you need is food.

Come on.

Vicky, where have you been?

Do you realise what's happened?

Wait a minute.

Aren't you Martha Honeywood's boy?

Yes, Mum.

Oh, what are you doing here?

Well, he's joined the army, but he's changed his mind.

Oh.

Does your mother know about this?

No, Mum. You haven't been to see her?

I'm scared.

That's where they look for me.

But you can't run for the rest of your life.

I think you've got to go and see her.

Waking people at this time of night. It's me, Mum.

I've never saw you in my life before.

It's Tom. It's me.

Go away. Go away.

It's your own son, Mrs.

Honeywood. You're not Tom. I tell you, I've never seen you before in my life.

Now, go away.

Well, well.

Drummer Honeywood, eh?

He won't get away.

He's got away?

Your horse?

Yes.

Leave him alone.

Useful animal. Make a nice officer's charger. What's your name, miss?

Victoria Gordon. My father's Dr.

Gordon. What's yours?

Sergeant Major Fletcher, miss.

Recruitment officer.

Corporal! Sir!

Take this horse to the picket line.

You can't do that. I can, miss. I'm a part of Commandeer Remount. You'll get

fair compensation.

Take him, Cork. Go on. Get out of here.

Spirited animal.

He'll do nicely.

Let me go.

On the other hand, if young drummer Honeywood gives himself up, I'm sure we

might arrange to release your horse.

I wish your father was here.

So do I. He'd know what to do.

He won't be back for hours, and goodness knows where Beauty will be by then.

If that boy will only give himself up, he'll have to sooner or later.

I don't think he will.

He'll be too frightened by now.

Amy.

Is there nothing we can do?

Nothing?

Well done, my lad.

You're in the army now.

All right, corporal, take him away.

What can I do for you, ma 'am?

You can return the horse you stole, for one thing.

You want to be careful what you're saying.

What horse is this you're talking about?

The one you stole from Miss Gordon last night.

Ah, yes, the young lady that helped young drummer Honeywood to escape.

She'll get herself into trouble if she goes on like that.

And if you've any sense, you'll return that horse at once.

Dr. Gordon will be home later today, and I think you'll find that you're the one

that's in trouble.

Don't you threaten me, ma 'am.

No one can touch me for doing me duty.

Beauty? Bullying a young girl and stealing a horse?

War office instructions relating to the requisition of remounts.

Section 137, paragraph 2, page 71.

There you are, Bob.

Read it for yourself.

I'm just hiding out till dark.

Then I'll go north.

I'm sorry I led you into a trap.

It wasn't your fault.

What happens when you get to wherever you're going?

I'll get work.

Send her money.

Then after a time I'll come back when it's safe.

Wouldn't it be better to give yourself up?

No, not now. It's too late. You've seen what Fletcher's like.

I'm sorry I caused you trouble.

Don't worry.

I'll get him back. Get who back?

Of course, you don't know.

Know what?

That Fletcher has every trick in the book. What's he done now?

He's... He's taken my horse, Black Beauty.

I'll give myself up in exchange for the horse.

I can't ask you to do that. I've got to.

It's what he wants, isn't it?

He'd find some way of cheating.

Anyhow, we can't give in to that dreadful man.

I'd give myself up. I would, really.

If you think it might help.

I know you would, Tom.

I know you would.

No, you stay here.

I'll come back later with some food.

We saw you talking to him. I expect this means you can get Black Beauty back.

Only if we tell them where Tom is, and we can't do that.

No, I suppose not.

Anyhow, we've got a plan.

future, you must be quiet.

It's a matter of life and death.

I don't rightly see what I can do, Mr. Fletcher. It's army business.

Dessert is a police business, and you know that as well as I do.

I want Drummer Andy Wood brought in as soon as possible, Constable.

Bring your head down.

Bad trouble, my lad.

On the other hand, nobody can say I'm not a reasonable sort of chap.

I can see you're attached to the horse.

Suppose I let you take him?

Would you, sir? Why not?

If you just sign this little scrap of paper to say he's in good condition.

Just that.

And just to show there's no ill feeling, a shilling.

No, thank you.

Come along, lad. Don't turn down the hand of friendship.

Right. You take the horse.

Not you, lad.

You haven't read the small print.

You're in the army now.

How do you do, General?

I was afraid I might find you outside.

Take a seat, James.

Thank you. I just thought I'd look in on the way home, see how you are. Oh, much

improved, thank you.

Oh, someone's in hurry.

Think the enemy's landed?

They got Kevin!

Who's got Kevin?

He's joined the army.

What are you talking about? What happened, boy?

Sergeant Fletcher took Black Beauty and said we could have him back if Kevin

signed this paper. And then he gave him a shilling. What?

You mean he's resorting to blackmail to gain recruits?

There's grace on the regiment.

I'll have his butt and bones for this.

I'll personally see you get your son back, James.

Well, I'd be very grateful to you. With all his faults, he's the only one I've

got. Well, let's go now.

Not so fast, young man. These things take time.

Don't worry, we'll get him out within a month.

But if Ben...

You stay here. That's a sound, right?

Whatever you want.

You are, James, the youngest man in the British Army, honorably discharged.

Welcome home, soldier.

I was given a shilling, sir.

I don't think I should keep it.

You've had the shortest period of service in the British Army,

hours.

I've had the longest, 40 years. I think I'll keep it as a souvenir.

By the way, James, I've arranged for young Honeywood's release.

We're very grateful to you, General, but as your physician, I think I should

advise you to get back to bed.

Rubbish. Never felt better in my life.

You're a good doctor, James. You've done me a part of good.

I'm going to India.

Private Fletcher! Ha!

Drive on, man.

Thank you.