osc.am2.redprophet-第63节

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　　〃Only　you？　What　is　this　sudden　vanity　of　yours；　to　believe　that　only　you　are　capable　of　mand；　that　only　you　understand？〃
　　〃But　of　course　you　understand；　my　lord　de　Maurepas。　Only　it　is　for　you　to　be　concerned　with；　the　broader　picture；　while　I〃
　　〃Save　your　breath；〃　said　de　Maurepas。　〃I　am　no　longer　deceived。　Your　witchery；　your　satanic　influence；　it　floats　past　me　like　bubbles　in　the　air；　it　means　nothing　to　me。　I　am　stronger　than　you　thought。　I　have　secret　strengths！〃
　　〃It's　good　that　you　do；　since　all　you　have　in　public　is　idiocy；〃　said　Napoleon。　〃The　defeat　you　will　suffer　without　me　will　mark　you　as　the　champion　fool　in　the　history　of　the　French　army。　Whenever　anyone　suffers　an　ignominious　and　avoidable　disaster；　they　will　laugh　at　him　and　say　that　he　mitted　a　Maurepas！〃
　　〃Enough；〃　said　de　Maurepas。　〃Treason；　sedition；　malfeasance；　and　if　that　weren't　enough；　now　insubordination。　M。　Guillotin　will　have　business　with　you；　I'm　quite　certain；　my　vain　little　bantam　cock。　Go；　try　your　spurs　on　His　Majesty；　see　how　deep　they　dig　when　your　limbs　are　in　irons　and　your　head　is　forfeit。〃
　　
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　　The　betrayal　was　not　obvious　till　morning；　but　then　it　was　swift　and　plete。　It　began　when　the　French　quartermaster　refused　to　issue　gunpowder　to　Ta…Kumsaw's　people。　〃I　have　my　orders；〃　he　said。
　　When　Ta…Kumsaw　tried　to　see　Napoleon；　they　laughed　at　him。　〃He　won't　see　you　now；　or　ever；〃　he　was　told。
　　What　about　de　Maurepas；　then？
　　〃He　is　a　te。　He　does　not　treat　with　savages。　He　is　not　a　lover　of　beasts；　like　little　Napoleon。〃
　　Only　then　did　Alvin　notice　that　all　the　Frenchman　they　were　dealing　with　today　were　the　very　ones　that　Napoleon　had　been　circumventing；　all　the　officers　Napoleon　preferred　and　trusted　were　not　to　be　found。　Napoleon　had　fallen。
　　〃Bows　and　arrows；〃　said　an　officer。　〃That's　what　your　braves　excel　with；　isn't　it？　With　bullets　you　would　cause　more　damage　to　your　own　men　than　to　the　enemy。〃
　　Ta…Kumsaw's　scouts　told　him　that　the　American　army　would　arrive　by　noon。　Ta…Kumsaw　immediately　deployed　his　men　to　harass　the　enemy。　But　now；　without　the　range　of　muskets；　they　could　do　little　more　than　annoy　Old　Hickory's　army　with　the　stings　of　feeble　arrows　fired　from　too　far　off；　where　they　had　meant　to　cripple　the　Americans　with　an　irresistible　storm　of　metal。　And　because　the　bowmen　had　to　e　so　close　to　the　Americans　in　order　to　fire；　many　of　them　were　killed。
　　〃Don't　stand　near　me；〃　Ta…Kurnsaw　told　Alvin。　〃They　all　know　of　the　prophecy。　They'll　think　my　courage　only　es　because　I　know　I　cannot　die。〃
　　So　Alvin　stood　farther　off；　but　never　so　far　that　he　didn't　see　deeply　into　Ta…Kumsaw's　body；　ready　to　heal　any　wound。　What　he　could　not　heal　was　the　fear　and　anger　and　despair　that　already　gathered　in　Ta…Kumsaw's　soul。　Without　gunpowder；　without　Napoleon；　the　sure　victory　had　bee　a　chancy　thing　at　best。
　　The　basic　tactics　were　successful。　Old　Hickory　spotted　the　trap　at　once；　but　the　terrain　forced　him　to　fall　into　it　or　retreat；　and　he　knew　that　retreat　would　be　disaster。　So　he　marched　his　army　boldly　between　the　hills　filled　with　Reds；　funneling　into　the　narrow　ground　where　French　cannon　and　musketry　would　rake　the　Americans　while　the　Reds　killed　any　who　tried　to　flee。　The　victory　would　be　plete。　Except　that　the　Americans　were　supposed　to　be　demoralized；　confused；　and　their　numbers　deeply　reduced　by　the　Red　men　shooting　at　them　all　the　way　here。
　　The　tactics　were　successful；　except　that　when　the　American　army　came　in　view　of　the　French；　and　hesitated　before　the　muzzles　of　nine　cannon　loaded　with　canister；　and　two　thousand　muskets　arrayed　to　sweep　and　doublesweep　the　field；　the　French　inprehensibly　began　to　move　back。　It　was　as　if　they　did　not　trust　the　impregnability　of　their　own　position。　They　did　not　even　try　to　withdraw　the　cannon。　They　retreated　as　if　they　feared　immediate　destruction。
　　The　course　of　the　battle　was　predictable；　then。　Old　Hickory　knew　what　to　do　with　opportunity。　His　soldiers　ignored　the　Reds　and　fell　on　the　retreating　Frenchmen；　slaughtering　all　who　did　not　run；　seizing　their　cannon　and　muskets；　their　powder　and　shot。　Within　an　hour　they　had　used　the　French　artillery　to　break　down　the　fortress　walls　in　three　places；　Americans　streamed　into　Detroit；　there　was　bloody　fighting　in　the　streets。
　　Ta…Kumsaw　should　have　left　then。　He　should　have　let　the　Americans　destroy　the　French；　should　have　taken　his　men　to　safety。　Perhaps　he　felt　a　duty　to　help　the　French；　even　after　they　had　betrayed　him。　Perhaps　he　saw　a　glimmer　of　hope　that　with　the　Americans　involved　in　battle；　his　army　of　Reds　might　win　a　victory　after　all。　Or　perhaps　he　knew　that　never　again　would　he　have　the　power　to　gather　all　the　fighting　men　of　every　tribe；　if　he　retreated　now；　with　the　battle　unfought；　who　would　follow　him　again？　And　if　they　would　not　follow　him；　they　would　follow　no　one；　and　the　White　men　would　nibble　their　way　to　conquest；　devouring　now　this　tribe；　now　that。　Ta…Kumsaw　surely　knew　that　it　was　either　victory　now；　however　unlikely；　or　the　struggle　would　be　over　for　all　time；　and　any　of　his　people　who　weren't　slaughtered　outright　would　either　escape　into　the　west；　a　strange　land　to　them；　lacking　in　forest；　or　would　remain　as　a　diminished　people；　living　like　White　men　instead　of　Red；　the　forest　forever　silent。　Whether　he　hoped　for　victory　or　not；　he　could　not　surrender　to　such　a　future；　not　without　a　fight。
　　So　armed　with　bows　and　arrows；　clubs　and　knives；　the　Reds　attacked　the　American　army　from　behind。　At　first　they　reaped　the　Whites　in　bloody　harvest；　clubbing　them　to　the　ground；　piercing　them　with　flints。　Ta…Kumsaw　shouted　at　them　to　take　muskets；　powder；　ammunition　from　the　dead；　and　many　Reds　obeyed。　But　then　Old　Hickory　got　the　disciplined　core　of　his　men　into　action。　The　guns　were　turned。　And　the　Reds；　exposed　on　the　open　field；　were　felled　in　great　swathes　of　grapeshot。
　　By　evening；　the　sun　going　down；　Detroit　was　on　fire　and　the　smoke　filled　the　nearby　wood。　In　that　choking　darkness　stood　Ta…Kumsaw　with　a　few　hundred　of　his　own　Shaw…Nee。　Other　tribes　made　isolated　stands　here　and　there；　most　despaired　and　fled　into　the　forest；　where　no　White　man　could　follow。　Old　Hickory　himself　led　the　final　assault　against　Ta…Kumsaw's　wooded　fortress；　bringing　with　him　the　thousand　Americans　who　weren't　busy　looting　the　French　city　and　smashing　the　idols　in　the　Papist　cathedral。
　　The　bullets　came　from　all　directions；　it　seemed。　But　through　it　all　Ta…Kumsaw　stood　upright；　shouting　to　his　men；　urging　them　to　fight　on　with　muskets　stolen　from　fallen　Americans　in　the　first　attack。　For　fifteen　minutes　that　seemed　like　forever；　Ta…Kumsaw　fought　like　a　madman；　and　his　Shaw…Nee　fought　and　died　beside　him。　Ta…Kumsaw's　body　blossomed　with　scarlet　wounds；　blood　streaked　down　his　back　and　belly；　one　arm　hung　limp　by　his　side。　No　one　knew　how　he　found　the　strength　to　stand；　he　had　so　many　wounds　in　him。　But　Ta…Kumsaw　was　made　of　flesh　like　any　other　man；　and　at　last　he　fell　in　the　smoky　dusk；　bearing　half　a　dozen　wounds；　any　one　of　which　would　surely　have　been　fatal　by　itself。
　　When　Ta…Kumsaw　fell；　the　firing　slackened。　It　was　as　if　the　Americans　knew　that　they　had　only　to　kill　that　one　man；　and　they　would　break　the　spirit　of　the　Red　man；　now　and　forever。　The　dozen　surviving　Shaw…Nee　warriors　crept　away　in　the　smoke　and　the　darkness；　to　bear　the　bitter　news　of　Ta…Kumsaw's　death　to　every　Shaw…Nee　village；　and　eventually　to　every　hut　where　Red　men　and　women　lived。　The　great　battle　was　hopeless；　White　men　could　not　be　trusted；　French　or　American；　and　so　Ta…Kumsaw's　great　plan　could　never　have　succeeded。　Yet　the　Red　men　remembered　that　at　least　for　a　time　they　had　united　under　one　great　man；　had　bee　a　single　people；　had　dreamed　of　victory。　So　Ta…Kumsaw　was　remembered　in　song　as　Red　villages　and　families　moved　west　across　the　Mizzipy　to　join　the　Prophet；　he　was　remembered　in　stories　told　beside　brick　hearths；　by　families　who　wore　clothing　and　worked　at　jobs　like　white　men；　but　still　remembered　that　once　there　was　another　way　to　live；　and　the　greatest　of　all　the　forest　Reds　had　been　a　man　called　Ta…Kumsaw；　who　died　trying　to　save　the　woodland　and　the　ancient；　doomed　Red　way　of　life。
　　It　was　not　only　Reds　who　remembered　Ta…Kumsaw。　Even　as　they　fired　muskets　at　his　shadowy　figure　in　the　woods；　the　American　soldiers　admired　him。　He　was　a　great　hero　out　of　olden　times。　Americans　were　all　farmers　and　shopkeepers　at　heart；　Ta…Kumsaw　lived　a　story　like　Achilles　or　Odysseus；　Caesar　or　Hannibal；　David　or　the　Maccabees。　〃He　can't　die；〃　they　murmured　as　they　saw　him　take　bullets　and　still　not　fall。　And　when　at　last　he　did　fall；　they　searched　for　his　body　and　did　not　find　it。
　　〃The　Shaw…Nee　dragged　him　off；〃　said　Old　Hickory；　and　that　was　that。　He　wouldn't　even　let　them　search　for　the　Renegado　Boy；　figuring　that　such　a　White　traitor　was　no　doubt　as　faithless　as　the　French　and　snuck　off　during　the　fight。　Leave　be；　said　Old　Hickory；　and　who　was　going　to　argue　with　the　old　man？　He　won　them　the　victory；　didn't　he？　He　broke　the　back　of　Red　resistance　once　and　for　all；　didn't　he？　Old　Hickory；　Andy　Jackson　　they　wanted　to　make　him　King；　but　they'd　have　to　settle　for　President　someday。　Yet