Chapter Twenty-FiveI am not sure what I expected. Probably I thought there would be two armies of brave men exchanging great volleys of musketry with heroic charges and deeds of derring-do by stalwart young heroes, or something of that nature. The reality was somewhat different.
The French had gathered all their men into a single column and marched across the fields with absolutely no regard for walls, hedges or the welfare of the livestock. As they marched a great double line of redcoats waited for them behind a screen of trees, with Captain Chadwick in the centre on his horse, sword in his hand and looking very martial and important. Despite myself I could not help smiling at the sight and wondering, just a little bit, what might have been. He looked … and I glanced toward Charles and p
