From the perspective of Army Headquarters, it was unfortunate. The sudden turn in the weather, the drop in temperatures that had turned the sheets of pouring rain into ice, then snow. Fifty miles of road between the two officers and the Army, road that had turned – in just a few hours – into an impassable quagmire of mud. It was deuced difficult, as Lord Wellington told one of his other officers, to be deprived of both one’s deputy quartermaster and one’s head of intelligence at the same time, and all because of a trifling little errand to check on a line of supply. On a normal day they would have been back at headquarters by sundown. But with the blizzard that had moved into northern Spain, who could tell when Major Grant and Colonel De Lancey might return?
Title: A Work of Art
Characters: William De Lancey/Colquhoun Grant
Summary: Grant sketches De Lancey as he sleeps.
Author’s Notes: I wrote a little something for @solitaryjo in the hope that it would make her feel better! I have no idea how things at the Bedford worked, so forgive my ignorance.