TO THE PRAH JANUARY 1874
Two months. It was two months since the siege of Abrakrampa and the short but exciting chase that followed. Two months of frustration, waiting for Sir Garnet to recover and gather sufficient bearers for the march. Two months more for Mary to languish in captivity in Kumasi.
Jack stood on the beach at Cape Coast Castle, clenching his teeth on the butt of a cheroot as the British regulars arrived. They sat in ordered ranks in the broad-beamed surf boats as the Kroomen guided them through the rollers and onto the white sands. Rather than the traditional bright scarlet that had made British soldiers such good targets on campaign, the men wore uniforms of neutral grey, which would be far more suitable for action in the African forests. Jack nodded, well done Wolseley,
