“Some of the Quebecers are agents of the French,” Lieutenant Gregorson addressed a gathering of the NCOs. “They are encouraging men to desert, or soliciting intelligence from us. Warn your men not to associate with the Jesuit priests or the nuns. If you see a Quebecer walking on the city walls or near our artillery batteries, arrest them.”
MacKim nodded. He had every intention of carrying out his orders, although he remembered what it was like in a country occupied by an alien army.
“Remember, men,” Gregorson said, “if you see anything that looks suspicious, report it to me. We are holding a hostile city in the midst of a conquered country. The Canadians have no reason to like us, so trust nobody.”
The NCOs muttered their agreement as Gregorson dismissed them. Each man knew the sacrific
