Gideon's Angel
“Are you game?” Lord Herbert had just refilled my cup for the second time. He retook his seat and watched me, his rheumy old eyes narrowing, eager for my answer.
“A promised uprising in the West Country is about as good as a promise of payment from a pauper,” I said. “Unlikely to ever happen and too late if it does.”
“I told you not to waste time with this mercenary,” said Herbert’s companion. “He’s managing well enough. He has a feather bed and someone to warm it for him.”
I was too old and too... hardened to rise to the bait on that one. I merely smiled and raised my cup. “You have not laid out a strategy, gentlemen, only a prayer.”
Baron Gerard, a fire-eater who was at least ten years younger than me, neither liked nor trusted me. “Don’t lecture me on strategy, sir. I speak of duty. I was in the saddle at Worcester, clouting Roundheads. But I don’t recall your presence there.”
Lord Herbert tut-tutted and shook his head in an attempt to calm the waters. “Give Sir Richard his due, my lord.MoreLess
“A promised uprising in the West Country is about as good as a promise of payment from a pauper,” I said. “Unlikely to ever happen and too late if it does.”
“I told you not to waste time with this mercenary,” said Herbert’s companion. “He’s managing well enough. He has a feather bed and someone to warm it for him.”
I was too old and too... hardened to rise to the bait on that one. I merely smiled and raised my cup. “You have not laid out a strategy, gentlemen, only a prayer.”
Baron Gerard, a fire-eater who was at least ten years younger than me, neither liked nor trusted me. “Don’t lecture me on strategy, sir. I speak of duty. I was in the saddle at Worcester, clouting Roundheads. But I don’t recall your presence there.”
Lord Herbert tut-tutted and shook his head in an attempt to calm the waters. “Give Sir Richard his due, my lord.MoreLess
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