Chapter 5
RendezvousThe weather had been kind for the four-day voyage to the entrance of the Gulf of Finland where the flagship now lay at anchor. For Petroc, the pleasure of Miss Silke’s taking the air on deck in the evenings had more than offset the loss of his quarters to the Freiherr and his family.
“Do tell me of your home, Kapitän.”
Petroc smiled. “It is not a grand house, but an ancient one. My father, like yours, a Baronet, manages our estates. It is near the Devon border and lies on the North Cornish shore.”
“Our home is at Cunewald to the east of Dresden.” She laughed. “I suspect you are deprecating your family home, sir.”
“Indeed, madam? I assure you, I am not. It is stone built, cold in the winter and inconvenient – or so my aunt says - for any city of worth.”
“Do you car
