CAPE COAST CASTLE OCTOBER 1873
“Ah, Major Jack Windrush!” General Sir Garnet Wolseley held out his hand.
Wolseley was young for his rank, with a small moustache enhancing his eager face, but it was his cheerful demeanour that attracted men to him.
“Yes, sir.”
They were in Government House, with a cool breeze easing through the window and two busy secretaries at the other end of the room. Lieutenant Wood, Wolseley"s aide-de-camp, stood at attention behind the desk, looking every bit the aristocrat that he was.
“We were in the Crimea together twenty years ago,” Wolseley remembered. “You were a good soldier, Windrush. I don"t understand how you have not advanced beyond your present rank.”
“I couldn"t say, sir.”
“Perhaps this campaign will be the springboard.” Wolseley nodded as the doo
