Chapter Nineteen
Jack heard the words without immediately understanding the meaning. He responded to the murmured congratulations with a lift of his hand as Roberts’ statement sunk in.
Colonel of the Royal Malverns. I’ve made it. I have followed the Windrush tradition to command the family regiment, albeit temporarily until William recovers. What will Mary say?
“Colonel Windrush.” Roberts stood beside him. “I thought you’d be eager to take over your regiment. It’s not ideal taking command the day of a battle, but I am sure you’re the man for the job.”
“Thank you, sir.” Is that why you asked me about Burrow’s tactics the other day? Were you checking my suitability for command? You’re a devious man, Bobs.
“I don’t want you with the rest of Primrose’s command,” Roberts said. “I want you
