Chapter 9

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Crimea September 1854 "You say that there was a renegade Englishman with the Russians?" Colonel Murphy frowned across his desk. Unlike the men, he had set up a tent for himself, with the Colours in their cases behind him. "He is distinctive sir; he"s tall and wears an eye-patch. Not the sort of fellow you could lose in a crowd." "You tangled with a renegade Englishman in Burma if I recall, Windrush. It would be a bit of a coincidence if you met another here." "Yes, sir." Jack hesitated. "He might not be English, sir. He may be a colonial – Australian perhaps." Murphy pushed himself erect. "I see; thank you Windrush. You brought back three wagons and seventeen horses I hear. I only expected one araba and a pair of horses." He nodded. "That was good work." "We were lucky sir. If the Ru

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