10. Québec, September 13th, 1759“Where are they?”
“Shut up. If you have to talk, do it in French, you idiot.”
In the half-light of fresh dawn, Niall couldn’t judge the effect of his words on the young soldier, who, like him, was scrutinising the shore, searching for the enemy.
The officer who had entrusted them with this mission the day before hadn’t seemed at all convinced it would succeed. But such were their orders. If the invaders wanted to leave this cursed country before the onset of winter, they had to please General Wolfe and attempt one last assault on the fortress that British artillery—positioned on the other side of the river at Pointe-Lévis—had reduced to a pile of rubble. And if army command was calling on this squadron drawn from the 78th Highlanders Regiment to carry out
