require transport
for our cannon.
That is already taken care of.
When you are ready, we will proceed.
Muzillac awaits, gentlemen.
This stuff bloody stinks.
The least they could have done
was clear it out.
Styles, let's have less
griping there.
Just be glad you're not carrying
those cannons-
all the way to the village.
From acting lieutenant to commander
of a dung cart-
in no more than a step.
My career's looking up.
Mr. Hornblower, as you and I are
the senior British officers,
I think we should advance together.
Come sir, unless you prefer
the dung cart.
I see now why you chose the Navy.
All men and supplies ashore sir,
all boats returned.
Thank-you, Mr. Bracegirdle.
Signal all ships to make sail.
Mr. Bowles, set course
for Quiberon, please.
We shall head west to land General
Charette's main force.
-Course, Mr. Bowles?
-West by north, sir.
We'll be there by noon with
this wind, sir.
'Could've been sent for us.
Perhaps.
When we get to Quiberon, Mr. Bowles,
I want you-
to heave to as close in shore
as possible.
Once unloading is complete, we shall
remain there on station.
-Remain, sir?  I thought…
-The Sophia, Dunbarton and Catherine-
will return home to England.
But, we…
we stay.
Well, Mr. Hornblower,
there is our objective.
Do you think you can hold it?
We must.
Either hold it or destroy it.
-General Charette is counting on us.
-Well, in that case…
Major Edrington, you will find
a ford-
half a league upstream beyond
the village.
You will station your men there
in due course.
I only hope we're up to it, Colonel.
Mr. Kennedy, have the men set up
the cannon to cover-
the southern approach. We'll see
about setting the gunpowder-
-when I return from the village.
-Aye, aye, Mr. Hornblower.
-You heard, Matthews.
-Aye, aye, sir.
Quiberon Bay, sir.
Very good, Mr. Bracegirdle.
-Take us in shore and heave to.
-Aye, aye, sir.
Now my people will welcome me home.
Captain, a signal from the Catherine.
They are ready to begin disembarking
the troops.
Very good, Mr. Bracegirdle.
Make our own preparations.
General, I would deem it a favour if
you would allow one of my-
officers to accompany you ashore
to send back regular reports.
-Reports?
-Yes. Admiral Lord Hood has ordered-
that we remain here until
your progress is assured.
-But, why?
-I believe the admiral-
wishes us to remain here
as a place of retreat
in case you meet heavier resistance
than anticipated.
Very well, Sir Edward.
Thank-you for your honesty.
But, I can assure you that
these reports,
-they will carry only good news.
-I pray so, sir.
I pray so.
He says he is the mayor.
You are the linen merchant.
Your business is underwear.
Not any longeur, monsieur.
And by authority of…
Authority?  You have no authority.
I am the marquis.
-Take off that ridiculous thing
-I regret, monsieur…
ЎYou regret!
I want the people brought out here
to welcome me home.
Gentlemen, if you please.
Arrest them.
You have no right to arrest them.
They know nothing.
No right!  By what right have
you destroyed my home?
Monsieur, this house has been
commandeered for-
-the use of the people.
-Silence!
Where are the rest of my paintings?
-My...art collection?
-Monsieur marquis…
Where?
They had no practical use.
They were used as fuel for the fires.
Burned.
Remove those flags.
-Non, monsieur, I regret…
-Remove them.
-Give me your pistol.
-Colonel…
-Give me your pistol.
-Non, monsieur, please!
He is a child, he doesn't understand.
Then I will make him understand.
-No, please!  Please!
-Colonel, for God sake.
The town is yours.
Why waste powder on a child.
He can do us no harm.
All is well.
Mademoiselle, take
this children away.
Thank-you, monsieur.
Uh, thank-you.
I take it the welcoming
ceremony is now over.
Quiberon. The main Royalist force
marches inland.
You see Monsieur Bowles,
the people are happy to see us.
Aye, sir. I thought we'd meet
more resistance than