“Would you begrudge a crippled man his cane?” The man, who in fact was not crippled, wore a blue Continental officers jacket. The jacket was complete with the silver epaulets, piping and buttons- and far too little wear to be a relic from that failed rebellion. No- this man, this punk, who stood before me had commissioned the jacket to be made as a political statement. The statement was made more evident with the kilt in Stewart tartan and the silver Fleur-de-lis buckle that festooned his belt. This man hated The Hanover Empire and wanted everyone who looked upon him to know his sentiments.
His sentiments were already known by me. One of the sheaves on my desk between us contained his record and would tell my superiors in London the same thing. The man was a traitor and would be hung. If that was the path he chose.
“Leave him the cane, sergeant,” I said to the grizzled man-at-arms who was waiting for my command to knock the dissident to the ground and wrestle the cane from him. The guard gave me a questioning glance. No, not me, he was looking beside me. Insolent prick.
“Sir,” it was the voice of the man the sergeant had looked at, a dramatic whisper near my ear but audible to all in the railcar, “we believe the cane is a sword.”
“I know the cane is a sword, colonel!” I said in an agitated voice, stinging my subordinate with his rank. “This…” here I waived a hand as if grasping for the right word. I continued with a sarcastic emphasis, “this gentleman has surrendered a rapier, two stilettos, a hunting knife, I am pointing the man’s own revolver at him. The Lord Above only knows what other weapons he has secreted about his person. There is little harm in letting him keep the damnable cane. Let the gentleman keep some pride.”
Colonel FitzClarence bowed his head and stepped back and away from my ear and desk. I care little that the man is the grandson of a king. He is, after all, a bastard grandson of a dead king. Speaking directly to the Continental ruffian before me, “I suppose you are wondering why I have caused you to be brought before me. Mr. Grant.”
“I assume you are going to clap me in irons and shove me onto a steamer so that your superiors back in Britain can order my execution.” The man said with indifference.
“If that is the path you choose,” I replied trying to sound equally indifferent.
“Your father would have ordered my death on his own authority,” Grant said with an acid tone. It was meant as an insult, and I am quite certain FitzClarence had to suppress a smile.
Grant wore a wide brimmed hat of black felt. The crown was pinched and slouched in the front, as was popular in the northwest. The left side of his brim was pinned up by a pewter brooch in shape of a lion, though whether it was Scottish or Hapsburg was hard to say. Not that such a distinction would be much of a distinction at all. “Your hat is in style of The Spanish Frontier. Have you spent time there?” I asked Grant though I already knew the answer.
“My dealings with or against the Hapsburgs are of no concern to Hanoverians.” Grant answered.
The stiff-necked fool! “Damn it, man!” I said reaching the end of my patience. “I have two stacks of papers here, one will be sent to London and the other I will personally pitch into the furnace of the locomotive at the head of this train.” I paused awaiting a reaction from Grant, receiving none I continued. Tapping the stack on the right, “This one details your actions against The Empire over the past decade, charges you with treason and recommends that you swing for it. If I send it to London you will arrive with it and I expect you will not survive a week.”
Still no reaction. “But fortunately for you, you are a man in possession of a certain knowledge and skill set. This stack of papers,” I said tapping the one on the left, “names you as an asset of The Empire who is familiar with the rebels and The Spanish Frontiers.”
The man before me still did not stir. “Which shall I send to London?”
“I will not betray my beliefs,” Grant said finally.
“Damn it, Ulysses! You are smarter than this! Do you think you will get this offer a second time?”