THE GENERALS

by Simon Scarrow

  ‘Are we all present? Good. Then perhaps we should waste no time in pleasantries, since we are drawn here by common interest and not friendship.’ He turned to Napoleon.‘Now then, General, you have already spoken to me and some of the others, but perhaps you should explain the purpose of arranging this meeting to the rest.’

  Napoleon nodded. He appreciated his host’s directness. Talleyrand was clearly not one of those procrastinating politicians who were paralysing France. At first Napoleon had not been sure about including Talleyrand in his inner circle of friends and confidants, but Lucien had vouched for the foreign minister. Since arriving in Paris, soon after the armistice with Austria had been agreed, Lucien had quickly made some useful political connections. He had traded on his brother’s reputation and used his astute judgement to foster friendships in the salons of the capital. Napoleon had been away from Paris for nearly a year and a half and the shifting alliances meant that his understanding of the political scene was tenuous. For the present he must rely on Lucien’s word.

  ‘Very well,’ he began. ‘Let’s be blunt, gentlemen. France needs strong government. By that I mean a body of statesmen who can co-ordinate the policies necessary to guarantee that France is ruled efficiently, in peace and war. Even though we have defeated Austria, I have little doubt that our countries will be at war again in a matter of years.When that happens we cannot afford to have our military operations left to the whims of bungling amateurs. I would have beaten the enemy far more swiftly and conclusively if the Army of Italy had been properly supplied and reinforced. It occurred to me, more than once, that my efforts in Italy were being deliberately sabotaged by my political masters here in Paris.’

  Deputy Foudrier cleared his throat. ‘That’s quite an accusation, General. Do you have any proof ?’

  Napoleon shrugged. ‘No. But I know how men’s minds work. There are many senior officers who have been withdrawn from active service and would like nothing better than for me to fail. There are many politicians who resent having to show gratitude to those of us who saved them from the royalist uprising two years ago. Then there are those, like General Pichegru, who despise anyone who embraces Jacobin sentiments.’ Napoleon paused and patted his chest.‘I freely admit that I am proud of my Jacobin politics. The party is the true conscience of the revolution, and the best guarantee of its survival. Most of you are Jacobins. We shared the dangers when we stuck to our beliefs after the fall of Robespierre. That is why I can place my trust in you, my comrades.’

  ‘All of us, except our host,’ Foudrier cut in. ‘He had the good fortune to be safely abroad while we risked our necks.’

  ‘I was on diplomatic service,’Talleyrand replied evenly.‘I could not help that. But my sympathies were, and are, the same as yours. The difference is that I did not proclaim them from the rooftops and get myself arrested. That is why I am foreign minister today, and not a mere deputy, my dear Foudrier.’

  Foudrier glared at him for a moment before continuing bitterly,‘When I am old, and people ask me what I did during the great crisis of the revolution, I will say I held fast to my beliefs and defended them in public, even when others were being dragged off to the guillotine. What will you be able to say, I wonder?’

  ‘Me?’ Talleyrand smiled faintly. ‘I shall say that I survived.’

  ‘Gentlemen!’ Napoleon interrupted. ‘This is not helpful. Foudrier, the past is the past. Leave it be.What matters now is the future, and what we can do to make sure that the revolution retains its hold on France.’ He paused to make sure that he had their attention.

  ‘Peace,’ Joseph said quietly.‘Peace is the best way to ensure the success of the revolution. It’s what the people want.We give them peace and they’ll give us their gratitude and their loyalty. The principles of the revolution will live on.’

  ‘Precisely, brother.’ Napoleon nodded.‘Which is why England will never give us peace. How can they, while the revolution serves as an example of what common people can achieve against the tyrants who oppress them? Every day that the French republic lives on makes the rulers of England weaker. So they cannot rest until the republic is defeated. England or France must win the war, and the other must be utterly defeated. There is no third way. That is the vision that we must hold to, and must do our best to persuade other patriots to embrace. That is the purpose of this meeting.’

  ‘And if we can’t persuade them?’ asked Lucien.

  ‘Then we must be ready to take control of France . . . if ever the time comes.’

  Poucelle stirred uncomfortably. ‘Some would say that is treason.’

  ‘No,’ Napoleon replied sharply. ‘Treason is a betrayal of your country and your people. We are protecting France.’

  Talleyrand smiled at the use of the present tense. ‘Not yet, we’re not. Let us hope that we never have to assume dictatorial powers.’ He turned towards Napoleon. ‘That is what you are suggesting?’

  ‘I’m suggesting that true patriots do what they must in the circumstances.’

  ‘Good God!’ Talleyrand laughed. ‘For a soldier, you have an unnervingly sound grasp of the political tongue.’

  Napoleon glowered. ‘I meant what I said.’

  ‘Oh, I’m sure you did. That’s what worries me.’ Talleyrand raised his hand to forestall any outburst from Napoleon or Lucien. ‘But, as you pointed out, extreme situations demand extreme responses. The trick is making sure that power is surrendered when the crisis has passed.’

  ‘It will be,’ Napoleon replied. ‘I give you my word.’

  ‘Your word? Then that will have to do. What are your plans for us, General?’

  Napoleon collected his thoughts. ‘First, we must do all in our power to convince others of the need to defeat England.That can be achieved by one of two means. First, by the invasion of Britain. I drafted an outline on the journey from Milan. Of course it will require a large army, a huge number of transport vessels, supply depots, and not least of all the defeat, or diversion, of the Royal Navy.’

  ‘Impossible,’ General Poucelle cut in. ‘Our ships are no match for theirs.’

  ‘Not at present,’ Napoleon conceded. ‘But given time we might match their battle fleet.’

  ‘What was the other means of defeating England?’ asked Talleyrand.

  ‘England’s lines of trade are her lifeblood. If we can’t invade England then we must stop her trading with other nations, and seize her colonies. Then we can bleed her to death. To that end we must take the war to the West Indies, to the Mediterranean and India. Not one of her overseas possessions must be spared. If we take control of Egypt then we can block overland communication with India, and one day open a route for the invasion of India by a French army.’

  ‘And I thought the invasion of England was ambitious,’ said Talleyrand. ‘What you are suggesting is a war such as no man has ever seen. Armies and fleets locked in a fight right round the world . . . almost a world at war.’ Talleyrand appeared momentarily awed by the vision and looked at the slight figure of the young general standing in his salon. ‘Very well then. What must we do?’

  ‘At the moment I can count on the loyalty of the Army of Italy, and the goodwill of the people of France will last a few months yet, if I do not let them become too used to the sight of me. But there are other generals that they look to. Men like Augereau who has been so assiduously building his reputation at the expense of my own. I gather that he has been taking much of the credit for our victories in Italy.We’ll have to bide our time until I am pre-eminent amongst generals, and then our soldiers and our people will be ready to accept a leader who can bring them to victory, and peace. But for that to happen, I must be given new commands, new opportunities to win glory for France. Will you help me do that, Talleyrand?’

  ‘Yes, I will.’ The foreign minister’s eyes gleamed. ‘For France.’

  ‘For France,’ Napoleon agreed, and the others solemnly joined in the pledge.

  ‘Good,’ he concluded with a smile.‘Then I suggest we end the
meeting. Lucien will act as our go-between from now on. We cannot afford to have any written proof of our ambitions. Write nothing down, and say nothing to anyone else, no matter how close. If we fail in what we aim to achieve, then France will fall with us. Never forget that.’

  They left Talleyrand’s house by a side entrance, two by two, with Lucien and Napoleon the last to depart. The streets were dark as they strode quickly back to the Rue Chantereine. Lucien frequently glanced over his shoulder to see if they were being followed, but the few people they saw seemed to pay them no attention. Once they had reached the house and the door was closed on the street Lucien relaxed his shoulders with a sigh of relief.

  ‘Is it really that dangerous?’ Napoleon asked.

  ‘Believe me, brother, I’ve been in Paris long enough to know that the police regard everyone with suspicion. And they’d be more than a little interested in a meeting of some prominent officers and politicians at the house of the foreign minister. Make no mistake. From this time our lives will be in danger, constantly.’

  Chapter 28

  Napoleon’s desire to hide himself from public view lasted until the ceremony held at the Luxembourg palace where he formally presented the treaty to the Directory. He stood in front of the dais where the five Directors sat on high-backed chairs, lavishly upholstered in red and gold. Barras and the others wore fine dress coats and the broad tricolour sash of their office. By contrast, Napoleon and Junot wore plain uniforms, without decorations. His brother Lucien, who had already made a name for himself in the Assembly as a fiery radical, had advised him to dress up for the occasion, to let all of Paris know that he was the equal of the Directors. But Napoleon had refused. It was far too early to try to upstage Barras and his companions.At the moment he enjoyed the popularity that the common people were inclined to lavish on their military heroes. However, that kind of popular acclaim was double-edged.The more the people expressed their approval of him, the more suspicion and jealousy was aroused amongst their political leaders. It was already clear to Napoleon that he was going to need the support of both elements if he was to win the prime army commands in the coming years. For the present he must ensure that he did not offend his political masters. Better to play the loyal servant of the state with a display of humility that was sure to create a favourable impression on the public, even as the Directors were reassured that the young general was content to live in their shadow.

  Barras rose from his seat and approached the lectern in front of the Directors and raised a hand to quiet the deputies and the other guests.When all was still he drew a deep breath and began the address.

  ‘Citizens! It is an honour to welcome General Bonaparte here today. Few words can begin to describe the debt that France owes to the young commander of our forces in Italy. Outnumbered and outgunned by the Austrians, nevertheless General Bonaparte defeated them in a string of victories that would have graced the record of Alexander the Great himself . . .’

  Napoleon almost winced at the hyperbole, but had the presence of mind to stand stiffly and stare past Barras and the other Directors to the tapestry on the wall behind. It depicted a Roman triumph and Napoleon fixed his attention on it to avoid paying too much attention to the flowery phrases and craven appeals for support that tumbled from Barras’s lips as the address went on, and on, as the Director indulged himself in the long-winded oratory that politicians were inclined to treat as a birthright.

  ‘. . . so he has brought us peace with Austria and for the first time the people of France are unchallenged on our landward borders. Only England stands in the way of a general peace in Europe, and it is my supreme pleasure to announce that General Bonaparte has been appointed to command of the Army of England, with orders to prepare a large-scale assault across the channel.’ He paused to sweep his arm out towards Napoleon and beamed.

  Napoleon’s lips twisted into a smile and he nodded his head, while inside he was furious with the Directory. The Army of England was little more than an aspiration. A few tired divisions of worn-out veterans gathered in camps scattered along the coast between Boulogne and Calais. Napoleon had little doubt that this was an attempt to lure him into obscurity, away from the battlefield and far from the gaze of the French people.

  Barras rounded his speech off with a few more flowery phrases extolling the brilliance of the young warrior who had won the affection of his nation, and then stood aside and beckoned Napoleon towards the podium as the applause filled the audience chamber like a hailstorm clattering off roof tiles. As he approached the lectern Napoleon realised that it was higher than he had thought, and would make him look like a child as his shoulders and head would only just be visible over the top of it.Yet another clever ploy by Barras to undermine him, Napoleon realised. With a faint smile he stepped away from the lectern to the very edge of the podium so that behind him the audience would see the soldiers assigned to protect the Directors, and not the Directors themselves. From the corner of his eye he saw Barras frown as he realised that he had been trumped.

  Napoleon drew a deep breath and placing his hands behind his back he waited until the audience chamber was quiet again. Then he gestured briefly towards Barras.

  ‘I thank the Director for his generous praise, which I accept on behalf of the brave soldiers I had the privilege of commanding in Italy.They are the true heroes of the war against Austria and it is to them that we are greatly indebted.’ He paused as a fresh outburst of applause filled the room.‘No general could have been served better and I was able to plan for victory in the full confidence that my soldiers would carry out their orders with no thought for their own safety. In battle after battle my comrades and I were fired by one ambition: to see that the principles and ideals of the revolution would not perish from this earth, but emerge from the flames and smoke of battle triumphant. We fought for France, and France fought for us.Victory was made possible by the keen intelligence of the Directors who well understood that the sinews of victory lay in the generous provision of supplies and reinforcements.To them I offer thanks, on behalf of the Army of Italy.’ He turned and bowed towards the Directors as the audience cheered his gallant magnanimity. Napoleon noted with wry amusement the look of surprise that flashed across Barras’s face before he acknowledged the applause. It was an obvious ploy, Napoleon reflected, but by praising the Directors he hoped to make them feel indebted to him, as well as considering him a loyal supporter of the present regime.

  ‘Of course, we are all aware that the treaty with Austria does not mark the end of war, only the opening of a new phase, as France turns its attention towards defeating England. Today, I dedicate myself to that end. I will not rest until we have beaten the English and ended the fruitless agonies of war in Europe. Wherever I serve, I swear by all that I hold dear that I will not spare myself, or the men I command, until the enemies of France are crushed and compelled to accept peace on our terms!’

  He folded his arms and tilted his head back to indicate that his brief reply to Barras was over. At once the audience erupted into wild cheers of adulation that echoed back off the walls and ceiling of the audience chamber in a deafening roar. Barras leaped up from his chair and strode over to Napoleon and embraced him, planting a moist kiss on either cheek. Then with his arm around Napoleon’s shoulders Barras paraded him from one side of the dais to the other, encouraging further applause with waves of his spare hand. Napoleon had a smile fixed on his face, but inside he felt nothing but contempt for Barras, fully aware of the fear he provoked in the Director. Fear and jealousy. Especially since Napoleon had won not only the affection of the people, but also that of Barras’s former lover, Josephine.

  The ceremony over, Barras escorted Napoleon out of the audience chamber and down the long hall, flanked by footmen and soldiers who stamped to attention as they passed by. Outside the palace a huge crowd had filled the street and they roared with excitement as they caught sight of Napoleon.

  Waving to the crowd as he stood beside Napoleon, Barras leaned closer and mu
ttered into his ear.

  ‘I rather fear that the mob would make you their king. It is as well that you are a soldier and not a politician.’

  ‘Perhaps,’ Napoleon replied quietly. ‘Just as it is as well, for the sake of our armies, that you are a politician and not a soldier.’

  Barras turned to look at him. ‘Then we understand one another, Bonaparte. As long as I permit you to operate in your sphere, you will do me the courtesy of not interfering in mine. Agreed?’

  ‘Very well, Director.’

  ‘Good.’ Barras smiled and gestured towards the cheering crowd.‘Then enjoy your moment of adulation, Bonaparte. While it lasts.’

  That evening, Napoleon sat in his study with Lucien as they shared a bottle of wine. Napoleon had been pondering the day’s events and his aside with Barras and had come to a decision.

  ‘Lucien, I can’t bear to remain here in Paris for much longer. I cannot play at politics. Not yet. Not until the patience of the people has been tested beyond endurance by Barras and his cronies. Only then will they be ready for something different. In the meantime I have a reputation to build, and the best place to do that is on the battlefield.’