Chapter 499: A Different Third Mysore War

Not far to the north, an Indian palanquin slowly made its way toward the British encampment—now Seringapatam was all waterlogged and muddy, making it difficult for even horses to move about, so people had to rely on human-borne palanquins to get anywhere.

Then Wellesley saw the very Governor-General of India, Cornwallis, whom he had been pondering, hop down from the palanquin, stepping on the back of a palanquin bearer. Despite the mat spread out on the ground by servants, he still splashed a great deal of mud around, soiling his legs.

"I was just about to send someone to inquire about the situation with your supplies, and it so happens you've come to us," Wellesley removed his gloves and advanced to embrace the Governor, "I hope you bring good news."

"One piece of good news and one bad."

Cornwallis, with a look of disgust, flicked the mud from his boots and glanced at a chair set outside the command tent, "Do you mind if I sit here?"