“Good morning, Lord Danton,” said Colonel Argyve, aware that the first tinges of orange were colouring the horizon. “I am pleased to see you looking so well.”
Danton bowed in return, “Good morning, Lord Argyve.” He peered through the pre-dawn greyness at the soldier’s uniform, “Or should I say Colonel Argyve? Well done on the promotion.”
A wry smile twisted the colonel’s mouth, “It is likely to be a short lived promotion after this debacle. May I introduce Captain Harmon to you? Your father knows his father, I think.”
Danton inclined his head, “How do you do? It is a pleasure to meet you.” He returned his gaze to the colonel, “I understand you wished to speak to us?”
“Yes I do.” The colonel hesitated while he considered his options. He could bluster and express outrage at the attack wh
