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Tales of the Jacobite Grenadiers: The Second of Three Books Telling the Story of Captain Patrick Lindesay and the Jacobite Horse Grenadiers

Tales of the Jacobite Grenadiers: The Second of Three Books Telling the Story of Captain Patrick Lindesay and the Jacobite Horse Grenadiers

Wood, Gavin

Paperback

Historical Fiction

ISBN10: 1467882607
ISBN13: 9781467882606
Publisher: Authorhouse
Published: Jul 23 2013
Pages: 678
Weight: 1.60
Height: 1.49 Width: 5.00 Depth: 8.00
Language: English
November 1745. After victory at the Battle of Gladsmuir Charles Edward Stuart rules Scotland as Prince Regent. Across the border in England, the regiments of King George are massing intent on dislodging the Prince from his throne in Edinburgh. The newly formed army of Scottish Jacobites take the initiative in the war. They invade England. To disguise their lack of numbers and ensure surprise, they march through the hills in three fast moving columns. Lord Kilmarnock's regiment of Horse Grenadiers are ordered to carry out the cavalry duties that the gentlemen regiments will not undertake. They find themselves escorting the baggage and artillery train through the hostile hills. If they cannot rendezvous with the Jacobite army as planned, the Prince will have no capacity to fight the coming campaign. Lord Kilmarnock has only a hundred and fifty horsemen for the task. It is not enough. ... 'What ignoble wickedness is this?' Patrick pointed the muzzle of his piece towards the sack of caltrops by the ford. 'It is the wickedness of war.' 'It is the madness of folly!' Patrick thrust the smoking cavalry carbine into its holster. He drew out his rapier and held the blade low. A soldier should fight with honour. 'Fight with honour! Is that why your gallant Prince declines battle and flees into the mountains?' Vere's Ulster accent was heavy with contempt. The two men faced each other, a pistol shot apart. The grey gelding stamped his foot impatiently on the road. Patrick placed his hand on the animal's neck to calm the horse. 'Aye, we are retreating ... true enough. But before we depart, I will see that the crows gorge themselves on your flesh.' 'Test your mettle if you have the courage.' the Irishman brandished his musket in the air causing sunlight to glint off the long steel bayonet. 'But before you face my fury, prepare yourself first to face the wrath of God.' 'There is surely enough room in Hell for the both of us!'

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