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336 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2021
The balance in Europe was shifting in favour of the French, and vital supplies that Britain needed from this region, such as tar and timber for the Navy, were in jeopardy. London decided to send an envoy who could report on this fast-changing situation and help shore up allied resistance against Paris. Their representative needed to be someone with military experience, but who also possessed immense tact and charm to deal with the humiliated Prussian king as well as defeated Prussian and Russian generals. The envoy had to persuade them to continue their resistance, while assessing what support Britain could provide. Quite how they alighted on Lord John Hely-Hutchinson for this role is beyond me, as someone less suitable is hard to imagine...
Hutchinson had all the charm and tact of a bear with its balls caught in a trap...
Acting as a diplomatic observer did not sound like an arduous task, which was why I had jumped at the opportunity. I imagined warm, comfortable beds, royal banquets and pretty ladies-in-waiting, while we earned recognition at home from our gathering of court gossip. It certainly seemed a lot safer than my earlier roles as soldier and sailor.
I have never been a great believer in the adage ‘business before pleasure’. In this case it was business and pleasure and so I reached behind her to undo the back of her dress.
“Ooh yes,” she gasped before continuing, “Christoph is sure war is imminent… Can you get higher…but he won’t tell me anything in case I speak to you.”
“We think that too…move your leg a little…ah that’s it…but for some reason they are trying to keep it secret.”
“I overheard them talking…go harder… It has something to do with a Russian ship at a place called Port-mouth…ah, even harder… Constantine is involved...that’s perfect… He has sent a man to England with a message for the ship.”
“When did this man leave…? Ahhh…here, let me hold your other leg.”
“Yesterday…no not too high…he is travelling through Sweden… Ooh yes…”
“So when will they declare war…? God I love it when you do that.”
She giggled, “Not until next week… Will you miss me when you are gone?”