“Um, er, well, milady Josephine would like to see you, she says you are acquainted.”
“Oh,” replied Freemonte, now just as confused as the boy. “Er, not that I am aware, can I ask the lady's name?”
“Oh, um, of course,” stuttered the lieutenant, and Freemonte wondered if there was any question the young man could answer without hesitation. “Her name is Miss Josephine De Beaujolais, her father is the renowned Queen's Guard officer…” but the boy did not need to continue, Freemonte knew exactly who she was, because long ago he had worked for her father - Captain Jacques De Beaujolais - and had first met this young woman nearly ten years previously when she had been all of about seven or eight. He interrupted the lieutenant.
“Her father is Captain Jacques De Beaujolais, I used to work for him
