"And as Fly-on-the-Wall for Royal Naval Intelligence in the very heart of the Royal Army," I say, stating the obvious.
"Even so," says Peel.
"Very well," I say, rising. "I agree. May I go now?"
"Yes, you may. Prepare yourself. You leave in two days."
I leave the office to find Captain Richard Allen in the hallway, leaning against the wall, waiting.
He stands up straight, and I go over and place my hand upon his red-coated arm.
"To Portugal, Princess?" he asks, taking my hand and smiling that roguish smile of his.
"Yes, my lord, to Portugal," I say, and softly sing as we walk off toward whatever awaits us...
Over the hills and over the Main
To Flanders, Portugal, and Spain.
King George commands and we must obey,
Over the hills and far away...
Table of Contents
Title Page
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
PART I
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
PART II
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
PART III
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50