Dawn …gray tendrils of fog drift away. On the Spanish galleons, San Isidro, Rosario and Sagrio, sharp eyed lookouts on deck and high atop the masts brace their legs against the wind and swing their spyglasses, searching for the enemy, noting positions to their captains. One ship they do not see is a masted pinnace … Continue reading Chapter Forty-Seven, Common Enemy, Common Ground, by Corso
Chapter Forty-Five, Son of Spain, by Mordaunt
M. de Rohan stops in the corridor outside his office at the Palais Royal, surprised to see the Conde de Fuensaldaña, Señor Alonso Perez de Vivero, and his secretary, Señor del Campo, waiting. The Conde de Fuensaldaña, a Grandee of Spain, in the retinue of King Philip and known for leading brilliant campaigns and fighting … Continue reading Chapter Forty-Five, Son of Spain, by Mordaunt
Chapter Forty-Four, Corsairs of St Malo, by Corso
‘What ship is that!’ Odysseus shouts up to Crotte, high overhead above the lookout. Crotte looks down, not at Odysseus, but at a head poking tentatively through the lubber’s hole. ‘That’s it pup! Keep coming,’ he encourages the sailor climbing tentatively through the hole and into the lookout. The ‘pup’ grips the sides, his legs … Continue reading Chapter Forty-Four, Corsairs of St Malo, by Corso
Chapter Forty-Three, Smothered Mate, by Mordaunt
In chess, a “smothered mate” is a checkmating method whereby it is necessary to sacrifice pieces to smother (surround) the king so he is unable to move. The method is known since the 15th century, and was described in Luis Ramírez de Lucena’s (c. 1465 – c. 1530) book Repetición de Amores y Arte de … Continue reading Chapter Forty-Three, Smothered Mate, by Mordaunt
Chapter Forty-Two, The Belladona Problem, by Corso
‘Wait!’ Ver and Loup stop in mid stride and turn around. Lucien stands close to his horse, hands on the saddle poised to mount. He stares, without seeing, across the inn’s rear yard. What is it that makes him hesitate? Only a few moments earlier he had been decisive. A man resembling Radu – a … Continue reading Chapter Forty-Two, The Belladona Problem, by Corso
Chapter Forty-One, A Prisoner of Many Names, None His Own, by Mordaunt
M. de Ronan wakes up with a jolt. For a moment he stares at the canopy above his head, confused, trying to remember where he is or what might have stirred him, and realizes that Layla is not lying next to him. Alarmed, he sits up quickly against the headboard, everything returning all at once. … Continue reading Chapter Forty-One, A Prisoner of Many Names, None His Own, by Mordaunt
Chapter Forty, Phantasms of Love, by Mordaunt
The country road crests to a rocky ridge and slopes sharply downward. Riding ahead of the carriage once more, the first thing Athos sees right below him, upon reaching the top, is the tiled roof of the pretty cottage that was visible from the cove, where the tide is beginning to flood the shore, as … Continue reading Chapter Forty, Phantasms of Love, by Mordaunt
Chapter Thirty-Nine, The Right Man, by Corso
The tavern is filling with working men looking for a drink and a game of cards or dice before returning to their homes and wives. There is a general murmur of conversation punctuated with a raucous laugh or shout of disbelief at a story or unlikely luck with the dice. On one side of the … Continue reading Chapter Thirty-Nine, The Right Man, by Corso
Chapter Thirty-Eight, Ghosts of La Rochelle, by Corso
At the thin border between night and dawn, bird song is tentative, the full chorus to a new day wait for light. Marie de Combalet lays quietly in her bed, dark behind bed drapes closed against a chilly morning. The intermittent singing notes tell her the hour is late enough for Lucien to be already … Continue reading Chapter Thirty-Eight, Ghosts of La Rochelle, by Corso
Chapter Thirty-Seven, Home, by Mordaunt
“My love, I no longer fear writing these words. My most precious love, There is no suffering worse than being separated from you, but what you have suffered I cannot fathom; what you may be suffering still. Louis–it is his pride that drives him, my love, and you know his pride well, for we instilled … Continue reading Chapter Thirty-Seven, Home, by Mordaunt
Twelve Years After 