“This is a good list Paul,” Lucien studies the paper carefully. “We choose one or two from each of the Baltic ports, Ireland and ….” He runs his finger down the page, considering each ship, seeking the right combination of distant ports, cargo and captains. “Susa and Algiers,” he looks over the page at Paul … Continue reading Chapter Ninety-Two, Next Moves, by Corso
Chapter Ninety, Calculating Strategy, by Corso
Dawn on day one… The sun’s advance is heralded by a brilliant band of yellow, pink and gold hovering at the edge of the earth. In the dark crowded yard, under flickering lamplight and pending dawn, the dust is rising. Carriages and wagons are lined up, the horses moving restively in the traces, bobbing their … Continue reading Chapter Ninety, Calculating Strategy, by Corso
Chapter Eighty-Nine, Family Near and Far, by Corso
…Glenay… Lucien throws down the quill and rubs his eyes, flexing his neck side to side. There is a knot between his shoulders. He blows out his breath and looks toward the sputtering fireplace, standing to put fresh logs on it. “Which one of us is in charge of this fire?” Lucien inquires gruffly, positions … Continue reading Chapter Eighty-Nine, Family Near and Far, by Corso
Chapter Eighty-Seven, The Riddle of Rochefort, by Corso
…Glenay… He is still holding her hand, carrying the lantern in his other hand as they enter the house and go up the stairs. Lucien turns toward their bedchamber when he feels her hand slip from his. “What?” he says moving back to her. “Come with me.” She turns in the opposite direction. “Shall I … Continue reading Chapter Eighty-Seven, The Riddle of Rochefort, by Corso
Chapter Eighty-Five, Tangents, by Corso
Lucien crouches down to add wood to a fire already burning briskly. He feels the heat against his face and stands, with one hand braced on the mantle, watching the flames. Behind him, Porthos and d’ Artagnan discuss the return to Paris, details of assembling their families, servants, guards and belongings, how many horses, how … Continue reading Chapter Eighty-Five, Tangents, by Corso
Chapter Eighty-Three, Tranquillitas ante tempestatem…(a deceptive calm before chaos), by Corso
...the coast of Normandy... On a windswept promontory overlooking the restless waters of the Atlantic ocean a small priory is perched. Ocean waves crash against the cliffs, spray rising to mist the ancient stone walls, westerly winds howl and seep through thinly mortared rock. In a narrow monk’s bare cell, a naked man kneels on … Continue reading Chapter Eighty-Three, Tranquillitas ante tempestatem…(a deceptive calm before chaos), by Corso
Chapter Eighty, Poetic Justice, by Corso
Lucien takes the steps up to the ramparts two at a time, Benoit close behind him. He stops abruptly, surprised that the three boys, Olivier, Samy and Alexandre are there, huddling around Crotte listening intently as he holds forth on the merits of his cannon. “Now if M Fleury were here, he could tell ya’ … Continue reading Chapter Eighty, Poetic Justice, by Corso
Chapter Seventy-Eight, Enemies All Around, by Corso
…on the Santissima San Pedro de Arbues… A well-dressed man stands on the deck watching the Belladonna lower her sails and speaks to the man standing next to him. “You have your orders Tenientet. Keep your men armed. These,” he curls his lip at the Belldonna, “are Piratas astutos.” He walks to the cabin, knocks … Continue reading Chapter Seventy-Eight, Enemies All Around, by Corso
Chapter Seventy-Six, Ship of Shadows, by Corso
No one on this ship is who they seem to be. He lays awake in his hammock. He has the seaman’s trick of falling asleep as soon as he lays down, but he is plagued with blood-soaked dreams filled with fire and choking smoke, silent faceless men snarling as they chase him, others with mouths … Continue reading Chapter Seventy-Six, Ship of Shadows, by Corso
Chapter Seventy-Four, Dreams and Plans, by Corso
“Here you are,” Sophia leans against the door frame watching her husband rest his head against the back of the tub. The room is warm as steam rises from the hot water. She closes the door against the cool air and kneels beside the tub. She dips a hand into the water, dribbling it over … Continue reading Chapter Seventy-Four, Dreams and Plans, by Corso
Twelve Years After 