“So this Richardson is a turncoat and a madman? The Americans seem not to be very choosy, do they?” “I gather they made James Fraser a general, if that tells you anything.” Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I do hope he isn’t mad,” she said, and looked at William speculatively. “I don’t believe that treason shows up in the blood, necessarily, but I’m reasonably sure madness is inheritable. Look at the King, I mean.” “No,” William said. “Mr. Fraser may be a good many things, but he’s not mad.
