“In his most thrilling military victory to date, Napoleon had defeated an Ottoman force eighteen thousand men strong at Aboukir. It had been Javert’s first real taste of battle, watching cannon fire blow ships into splinters and hearing the last screams of drowning men. The French army, stinking and spluttering with plague, had emerged victorious but exhausted. They had taken refuge in Alexandria, though it hardly felt safe. Very recently, Napoleon had left with a few of his nearest friends for a voyage into the Delta. Now Javert was just one of the confused mass left reeling in the wake of the chaos.” Victor HugoAlexandriaOttomansLes MiserablesNapoleonic WarsJavertBattle Of HeliopolisAboukirNile Delta Book:Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert Source: Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert
“Fire on the cavalry!” cried an officer from behind them. Javert raised his musket and glared with one open eye at the approaching horde. His eyes trained on a man in white astride a large bay mount. The Mameluk cavalry had their curved swords wielded, and they shone in the sun like blinding jewels. Javert tried to decide whether he should hit the horse or the rider. Without hesitating, he made his decision and pulled the trigger. The Mameluk cavalry rider’s arms flung upward as he was struck, and his body hurtled backward as though shoved by an invisible hand. The bay horse galloped onward in terror, leaving its master behind on the sand. The man’s white robes went scarlet around his belly, and he did not move again. Javert hurried to reload his musket, glancing over to see that Masse was sitting and staring over the battlefield in silence.” EgyptCavalryLes MiserablesNapoleonic WarsJavertBattle Of HeliopolisCavalry ChargeMameluk Book:Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert Source: Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert