KUMASI JULY-AUG 1873
“I am sorry if Abena is causing you concern.” The woman was blonde and too sun-bronzed to be even remotely fashionable, while her clothing was patched beyond recognition. Jack could not begin to guess her age.
“Abena is helping me,” Jack said. “You must be Mrs Ramsayer.”
“I am Elda Becker.” The newcomer said, slightly coolly, Jack thought. “Abena! Off you go!”
“Yes, Miss Becker!” Giving a small curtsey, Abena scampered away.
“I am sorry about the death of your soldier,” Elda said. “The execution ceremony was not an edifying sight, was it?”
“It was repulsive,” Jack said.
Elda nodded. “Not all the Ashanti culture is like that. They are very advanced in other matters. I won"t give up trying to change them.” Her smile was unexpected. “You are Major Windrush, aren"t
