Conor Dillon – Beginnings Except 19
Conor turned to Michael and said, ‘Its no wonder, they hire us to fight their battles, it seems they have no stomach for a fight’ the fight certainly appeared to be over, when the French sergeant who Conor had floored came to his senses and reached for a fallen pistol that had dropped in the melee, he had no hesitation in pointing it at Conor’s back.
O’Driscoll spotting him, shouted a warning, but he was too late. A pistol boomed, and the Frenchman fell dead. Black Michael stood holding his smoking pistol. Then all hell broke loose. The room was filled with the French sergeants comrades who had returned with reinforcements. Far too many for the four comrades, they grudgingly surrendered.
They were tied up and then the Officer who Michael had punched told them, they would be tried and hung for the killing of his sergeant. Black Michael cursed him in French and told him in no uncertain manner that his comrade had bought about his own demise.
Then Shamus intervened and asked the Officer if he would like to lose his rank and be made to serve alongside his men. Whilst he considered this thought, Shamus said, ‘The boy your sergeant was going to shoot in the back is the youngest son of the Lord Dillon and when he finds out what has happened here, you may not have a regiment, as I’m sure you know Lord Dillon is a favourite of your King Louis.’
The Officer quickly realised he was on shaky ground. ‘What about the man who killed my sergeant, can he be tried?’ ‘Certainly! if you want to end up as a caporal in a penal battalion in the Indies, he was doing what he is employed to do, protecting Conor Dillon, if I were you, I wouldn’t be making any more mistakes, my Lord Dillon is not a very forgiving man!’
‘I am awaiting instructions from my Commanding Officer, until then I can do nothing!’ ‘Under the circumstances, nothing is probably the safest thing you can do, but you could untie us, we are going nowhere.’ stated Shamus.
(C) Damian Grange 2018