Convent's

They led to powder barrels stacked beneath the floors of the Convent's eastern end, powder barrels that Harper had himself put in place during three long cold hours of crawling in utter darkness.

Sharpe's Enemy Cornwell, Bernard 1984

The Convent's defenders, sheltered in the inner cloister, ran as they had been ordered to run.

Sharpe's Enemy Cornwell, Bernard 1984

A dozen Rifles, warned to ignore the crude embrasure from which Harper stumbled and slipped, fired at the Convent's parapet.

Sharpe's Enemy Cornwell, Bernard 1984

More smoke and flames decorated the Convent's cornice and the bullets jerked at the shallow snow at the lip of the pass.

Sharpe's Enemy Cornwell, Bernard 1984

Snow was two inches deep on the shattered remains of the Convent's wall.

Sharpe's Enemy Cornwell, Bernard 1984

The Convent's defenders came in through the archway of the Castle.

Sharpe's Enemy Cornwell, Bernard 1984

Harper glanced once at the other three, but none would trouble him, and then he turned to the corridor leading into the Convent's interior.

Sharpe's Enemy Cornwell, Bernard 1984

The gunner Colonel was dead, crushed by a falling howitzer barrel, and it was still dangerous to go into the Convent's upper part because of the howitzer shells that still exploded and added fresh smoke to the funeral pyre of more than a hundred men.

Sharpe's Enemy Cornwell, Bernard 1984

The gun was there, abandoned by Pot-au-Feu's men, pointing at the gaping hole that had been prised out of the Convent's thick wall.

Sharpe's Enemy Cornwell, Bernard 1984

Then up had rushed the sun, and smitten a glorious rainbow out of fog and vapour, and one end of it seemed to be in Gueldersdorp, resting in a golden mist upon the Convent's shattered roof, while the other vanished in mid-heaven.

The Dop Doctor Richard Dehan 1897