Who Will Remember? (Sebastian St. Cyr, #20)

by C.S. Harris

Miss Guinevere Annabelle Sophia St. Cyr, their nine-month-old daughter,

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Then he hesitated, his eyes narrowing as he studied Sebastian and said, “You aren’t by chance related to the McClellans, are you?” Sebastian felt his breath catch, but he was careful to keep all trace of emotion off his face. “I believe there is some connection. Why do you ask?” “I knew Maréchal Alexandre McClellan. It was long ago, of course, before I left France, so he wasn’t even a general then. In fact, he was

about the age you are now. And the thing is, you look startlingly like him.” “So I’ve been told.” Father Ambrose bent to pick up his basket. “You’ve heard the Bourbons are trying to kill him?” “McClellan?” Sebastian’s voice sounded leaden, even to his own ears. “No; I hadn’t heard.” The priest nodded. “Any general who served under Napoléon and hasn’t rushed to fawn over the Bourbons is basically fair game.” “Except that McClellan didn’t rally to Napoléon during the Hundred Days; he stayed in Vienna.” “He did. But since when did the Bourbons allow technicalities to stop them? McClellan’s name might not be on the list of those to be prosecuted, but he isn’t the only such one they’ve targeted in secret.”