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An Officer and a Gentleman-1777 Ch. 02

By: jerseyblue



"Food and drink!" Jackson roared as he entered the tavern. "Up to Major Tremaine's room and be quick about." He swatted the serving girl's rump.

"Oh Major," the landlady called. "There is a young officer already up in the room. I sent him up as he said it was important." She turned and yelled, "Dotty, let's go girl. Let's not keep these young gentlemen waiting!"

Jeffrey had pushed his way pass Jackson and was bounding up the stairs, taking two at a time. The events of this morning were still reeling inside his head. He went this morning as a second to a duel and then found himself actually a key part in it. It was bad enough he let his emotions overrule his common sense but he put his life in danger over something rather worthless. To die for King and Country made perfect sense but to die for someone's foolishness was beyond him. The fact that another man died, died by his own hand right in front of him made it all the worse. He needed a drink to clear his head.

He opened the door and threw his watch coat on the bed. It was then he caught a glimpse of the red coat. He turned. "Wormsley! What the bloody hell?"

"Morning, Tremaine," he began. Before he could say more, he was sprawled across the bed.

"I could kill you with my bare hands!" Jackson yelled, grabbing him by the lapels. Jackson had heard Wormsley's voice and had shouldered his way into the room. He then punched the Captain in the face. Jackson cocked his fist once more.

"Major Jackson, control yourself," Jeffrey said. Jackson dropped Wormsley onto the bed. Jeffrey tossed his handkerchief to Wormsley. "Your lip is bleeding. Here."

"My apologizes, sir," Jackson said to Jeffrey. He turned to Wormsley. "Explain yourself and it better be good." 

Wormsley sat up. "I believe I can. Our ship was prepared to sail on the first tide but we fouled our anchor on an others. Since we missed the tide we had to wait for the next one. I was given permission to come ashore but I was too late. I then came here. What happened this morning to get Jackson so riled up?"

Jackson moved closer, his fist raised. Jeffrey moved between them. "Sir Phillip Faversham is dead."

"Really?" Wormsley rose and walked to the window. "How?"

"Because you didn't show up." Jackson fairly spat out the words. "So Sir Phillip challenged Jeffrey, in your place I might add. Then at the last moment, he blew his brains out. Didn't see that coming at all."

"Good God!"

"Yes, good God," Jeffrey said. "What the bloody hell did you write in that letter? It seemed to drive him crazy."

Before Wormsley could answer, the door opened and Dotty entered carrying a tray filled with cold meats, bread, and a bottle. "Just put it down on the table," Jackson said. "And leave the bottle." Dotty remained in the doorway.

"Yes, Dotty," Jeffrey said.

"I would just like to say how happy I, we are that you have returned safe," the girl said.

"Thank you." He nodded. "That will be all. I'll call for you if I need anything."

As the door closed, Jackson exclaimed, "Good Lord, man. Don't you ever stop?"

Jeffrey just shook his head. He turned to Wormsley. "The letter, man!"

"Yes the letter," Wormsley began. "Among a certain circle, it is rumored that Lady Danbury is not shy about sharing her bed with young men. She has had multiple lovers, some at the same time. I myself among them. Her tastes are, so we say, highly erotic and she has dabbled in many things. She was usually very careful and discreet."

"So you mentioned that?"

"Yes but there is more. I said I had proof that the father of the child could be a number of men and if the dual resulted in my death, my solicitor would publish the letter."

Jackson poured a drink for each one. "That doesn't seem that bad. Sounds like a smart move on your part."

Jeffrey looked at Wormsley. "There's more, isn't there?"

Wormsley walked to the table and took a glass. "Yes, I also wrote that I had proof that the child may have been his, Sir Phillip's."

"You didn't. You fool. No wonder he acted so wild. You drove him over the edge." Jeffrey downed his drink in one swallow.

"I didn't expect him to react like this. I didn't expect any one to die. I thought it would keep blood from being spilled. You have to believe me." 

Jeffrey said nothing but stared out the window.

"I beg of you. Please believe me."

It was Jackson who spoke first. "Captain Wormsley, I think you better leave now. It is for the best."

Wormsley took his hat and headed to the door. Before he left, he turned to say something but then thought better of it. He left quickly.

"Damn cheeky of him, don't you think, Jeffrey?"

Still looking out the window, Jeffrey replied, "Lucien, I think you better leave also. I have to be at General Burgoyne's and I need to pack my trunk. All that, you know."

"I understand. Friends?"

Jeffrey turned and gave his best friend a warm embrace. "We will always be friends. Take care and Godspeed."

He still could not get that awful scene out of his mind. He had seen worse on the battlefield. He had seen men torn to pieces and been spattered with brains and blood from a soldier whose head was ripped off as he gave him an order. Then why was this bothering him? He had no answer but taking another drink wasn't the solution. He needed a clear head when he met the General today.

Packing his trunk didn't help clear his mind. He had to pack everything he needed for a long campaign but he had long since understood the need to carry only what he needed. There would be no large parties in the wilderness of upper New York. He knew in his heart that wasn't his style and he had a feeling that the General was looking for something more from him. He only hoped he didn't disappoint the General.

"Do you require any help, sir?" Dotty asked standing in the doorway. "Your carriage will be here within the hour."

He stayed kneeling by his trunk adding a few things. Dotty kneeled beside him. "Here, let me fold that," she said taking a shirt from his hands. He could smell the fresh soap on her. "There. Anything else you need me to do?" The look in her eyes invited him to ask.

He rose and went to the door. Shutting it, he said, "Yes there is."

Dotty had anticipated his request. All ready she had moved to the bed and removed her blouse. Her chemise barely held her breasts and they swayed as she patted the mattress. "Come here, sir. I believe we have enough time."

Major Jeffrey Tremaine alighted from the carriage. He felt refreshed and ready to meet the General. Thank God for women like Dotty, he thought. They give so much and ask so little in return. He returned the salute of two guards at the door and entered the headquarters.

A young sallow faced lieutenant greeted him in the foyer. "May I be a service to you, Major?"

"Yes, Major Tremaine to see the General."

"Wait here, Major, I'll let the General know you're here."

As he waited, a soft call voice called him. "Major Tremaine, what a pleasure to see you."

He turned to face her. He was taken by surprise not expecting to see her. "Why Miss Caulfield, you are looking well."

General Burgoyne was married but his wife died in 1776. She was the youngest daughter of Lord Derby and when she and the General eloped without the Lord's permission, they were cut out of His Lordship's life. After the birth of a daughter who was also dead, Jeffrey's father was among those who helped reconcile the couple with the Lord. 

The lady standing before him was Susan Caulfield, a popular opera singer the General had met in the theater. There were rumors that she was the General's mistress. Jeffrey could see why. Miss Caulfield was a vivacious woman who could light a room with her presents. Of middle height, she had a full figure who any man could find comfort in. Jeffrey judged her age to be close to his. 

"My dear Major," she said taking his hands. "How is your father?"

"He is doing well. And yourself?"

She smiled. "Well enough. I was so sorry to hear about your mother. She was a remarkable lady. I understand your father has remarried?"

"Thank you, Miss Caulfield. Her passing was a great loss. Yes my father has remarried."

She slid her arm through his and whispered, "Please call me Susan. I don't stand all this formalities. Isn't it silly that these old men take a young wife? I guess they hoped it will make them younger. Some men are so vain."

The lieutenant returned. "The General will see you now, Major. Please follow me."

"Major, you must accompany the General and me tonight. There is a small party we have to attend and I think you would be interested in attending."

"Thank you. I am at your call." He turned to the lieutenant. "Please, lead on."

General Burgoyne was standing behind his desk, talking to one of his aides. Around him other aides moved quickly, carrying papers, and hurrying out of the room. Jeffrey stood quietly at attention waiting for the General to notice. As he stood, Jeffrey took the opportunity to look the general over.

'Gentleman Johnny' was just like Jeffrey remembered him for their time together in Boston. The two had worked together controlling the artillery during the attack on Breed's Hill. It was the General who sent Jeffrey to Lord Howe just before the final assault to tell him of the ammunition shortage. It was then that Jeffrey elected to stay with Howe and accompany the attack. He was able to witness the carnage firsthand. Jeffrey was slightly wounded in the hand and had numerous bullet holes in his coat but he was one of the first officers to mount the walls of the rebel's redoubt. Both Howe and Burgoyne commended him for his valor.

The general had just turned 55 and he was beginning to show the effect of his life style. He showed a twinkle in his eyes that gave away a man of great wit but his eyes could grow cold if angered. Never one to slow down, the General was busy making sure that his orders were given to the right people.

"Ah, Tremaine, Good to see you," the General said. "Lot of commotion in here. Come with me." He motioned for the major to follow him and they exited the room through the double doors. They walked side by side in the garden.

"I'm glad you're here, Major. You have seen the plan. Be honest, what do you think?"

Jeffrey had read the plan completely and he had made numerous notes. None was written down and he hoped he could remember them all. He cleared his voice and began.

"It is a good plan which will work if you push it. We must move fast and limit our trains. Lord Howe must be told how important his part is. He must tie down the rebel army in the Jerseys so no reinforcements can be sent north."

"Lord Germain has said he will attend to it. I cannot order Lord Howe," Burgoyne said.

"Send him a friendly letter but you can't rely on the men in the cabinet. They know nothing of time."

"Continue, Major."

"I do not know this Loyalist Major Skene but I fear he may have misled you about the road south from Skenesborough through Fort Anne to Fort Edward. No one but Skene has seen this road. We know of the road from the site of Fort William Henry to Fort Edward. It is a good one. Your plan calls for sending the artillery and trains by Lake George after we take Ticonderoga. Why not send everyone that way? Then you march on a good road all the way to Albany."

"Thank you, Major." The General stopped and turned back to look at the house. "See those men? Those are some of the finest staff officers I could find. They know how to feed and supply thousands of men. They can put my ideas into written orders. But not one of them had led men or seen men die. You have. I remember you in Portugal in '62 and on Breed's Hill. I need someone like you to be my eyes and ears. To go places a general can't go. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"I understand you are fluent in both German and French. I want you to be my liaison with our German units under Baron Riedesel and also our natives. I'm told they will be led by someone named St Luc de la Corne or Michel de Langlade, something like that. I'm sure your French will help. I'm counting on you and I trust you. I plan to be in Montreal by May and on the Lake by the end of that month."

"General, you may count on me. I won't let you down."

Burgoyne put his hand on Jeffrey's shoulder. "I know you won't. Now find an empty room and make it yours. I've ordered the lieutenant to see to your things. Before I forget, did Miss Caulfield mention to you about the gathering tonight?"

"Why, yes, sir."

"Good, I'll expect you to ready. Good day." 

Major Jeffrey Tremaine sat across from the General and Miss Caulfield as their coach wound its way through the crowded streets. The General explained that tonight was an informal final meeting with Lord North and others to discuss the plans he had submitted. Other important people would be there as well and their support was needed as well. One key person, Lord Germain wouldn't be there but that was not seen to be an obstacle. Jeffrey worried that a discussion of the plan with such a large group could lead to being leaked to certain people who would pay dearly for the information. The general had no such concerns so Jeffrey kept his mouth shut.

Miss Caulfield kept the conversation alive by talking about theater. She reminisced about the old days and how it wasn't the same. The General also discussed his new ideas for a play he was hoping to write. Having already written one, he felt it was time for a new one. He did feel that with the upcoming campaign he might have to find a collaborator to help him.

The coach stopped in front of a large well lit mansion. Music could be heard through a window that was open despite the cool early April night air. Jeffrey alighted first and helped Susan then the General down.

"Please my dear," the General said to Susan. "I won't be a moment." He turned to Jeffrey. "Major, you may be wondering why I asked you to accompany us tonight." Without waiting for an answer, he continued. "I will be talking to many important people, mingling, some say. I can't talk to everyone. I need you to talk to Sir Digby Stange. He is Germain's private secretary and is privy to all things. You might say the power behind His Lordship. I need to know what he knows and most important, get his support. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Jeffrey replied.

"Good. Sorry to keep you waiting, dear. Let's go in."

He made his way around the first floor of the house. He was quite impressed with the number of people present. He figured between 50 to 60 and the rooms seemed to explode with color. Most of the men wore their finest coats with their hair either finely powdered or their best wigs. Beside General Burgoyne and himself, Jeffrey realized there were no other soldiers in the room. Their red coats stood out among the crowd.

Jeffrey was amazed by the ladies as each tried to outdo the other in their finery. They were of all ages and shapes as only a few wives had attended their husbands. He was also impressed with the amount of flesh some exposed to view. Some used it to show off an expensive necklace and others just to show off. He had already made eye contact with some ladies and made a mental note to talk to them later. He was still looking for Sir Digby Stange and didn't want to miss him. General Burgoyne had made it quite clear that Jeffrey needed to talk with him and he did not want to get distracted.

"Sir Digby Stange and his wife," the page announced.

Jeffrey put his wine glass down. "It's about time," he thought.

Making his way across the room, Jeffrey looked Sir Digby over. What he saw didn't impress him. Sir Digby was a short man with narrow shoulders and broad hips. His pink skin, what Jeffrey could see, hinted that the man lived in doors. He seemed to be just the type that could be the power behind the position. As he drew closer, Jeffrey was reminded of a weasel.

Having judged the man quickly, Jeffrey's eyes turned to the woman on Sir Digby's arm. She appeared to be a creature from heaven. Her blonde hair was in ringlets that framed the most beautiful face he had ever laid eyes on. Her fair skin seemed to glow and made her blue eyes and red lips stand out. Her low cut blue satin dress exposed her cleavage, a large sapphire necklace, and fitted her shape to perfection. Her beauty took his breath away. He felt he knew her from somewhere.

"Sir Digby, allow me to introduce myself," Jeffrey politely began. "My name is Major Jeffrey Tremaine, aide to General Burgoyne."

"Yes, Major. I was told the General would be here," Sir Digby said. There was an air of superiority to his voice. "I look forward to talking to him."

The woman next to him coughed. "Oh yes, excuse me. This is my wife, Lady Stange."

Jeffrey turned and faced her. He froze.

"Major," she smiled.

"Mmmy Lady," he stammered.

"So my dear, is this the Major Tremaine you have told me about?"

"Yes, the Major and I go back a long way. Isn't that true, Major?"

Jeffrey nodded.

"Excellent," Sir Digby said. "Perhaps the Major and you could talk while I go and talk to those men over there. Excuse me, Major." He left the two of them alone.

"So Jeffrey," she said slipping her arm in his. "It has been a long time. I don't recall you ever be speechless. You were always so sure of yourself."

How could he talk? This beautiful woman on his arm was Nancy Fox, niece to Charles Fox, a leading Parliament member and the only woman Jeffrey Tremaine ever loved. There was so much to say.

"Nancy, you are beautiful in that gown. The color becomes you," he began cautiously.

"Thank you. I notice you are now a major. I believe you had just become a captain when we last met. You are climbing up and now an aide to General Burgoyne. I am impressed." They moved towards the open doors and the veranda.

"Yes, and you were a young beauty who could wrap men around her finger. I see you have climbed too."

"Touché, Jeffrey. You still know how to wound. Let's not fight."

The two stood silently next to each other looking at the starry sky. The early spring night smelled of fresh grass and new flowers. "Jeffrey, do you remember a night like this long ago?" Nancy said.

"Yes, it was in your uncle's garden and it was just the two of us."

"Yes, Jeffrey. It was a night I'll always remember," Nancy sighed.

He turned to her. "We can get it back. Its not too late."

Nancy looked at in utter surprise. "Not too late? I'm married to Digby now. You missed your chance."

"You could have waited, Nan."

Nancy shook her head and backed away. "Waited for what? You! If I waited for you, I'd still be waiting. It was never the right time. First it was you're just a lieutenant with no future. Then a captain who needed to establish himself. It was never going to happen!"

Jeffrey moved closer. "I wanted to give you what you deserved. A good life not a poor Army wife. What does he give you? Money? A title? Influence?"

Nancy spoke softly but firmly. "He gives something you never gave me."

"And what's that?"

"Digby gives me all of him, 100%. When he is with me, it is me and only me he cares about. I'm the center of his life."

He grabbed her hands. "Nancy, I love you."

She pulled her hands away and turned to walk away. After a few steps, she turned back. "You only say that now because you can't have me. When you could, you never said those words. It is too late for love now, Jeffrey." She turned away.

Jeffrey moved quickly to block her path. He grabbed her shoulders. "Do you love him? Tell me."

"He loves me and that is all I need to know. Now let me go."

"Nancy, we must talk some more. Meet me in the garden later."

Sir Digby appeared in the doorway. "Is everything all right, Nancy? You seem upset."

"I'm fine, my dear," she replied.

"I'm afraid, sir," Jeffrey explained. "It was my fault. I told her about the death of my mother and it upset her. Your wife knew her very well. Please forgive me."


An Officer and a Gentleman-1777 Ch. 02



"Very well. Good evening, Major." He began to walk away with Nancy.

"Sir Digby, may I have a word with you? General Burgoyne has asked me to speak to you on his behalf concerning his upcoming plans."

Sir Digby stopped and whispered something in Nancy's ear. She smiled and nodded and walked into the crowded room. Sir Digby began to circle Jeffrey, looking him up and down as if inspecting a fine horse. As he continued to circle he began to talk. "I know all about you, Major, and your past relationship with my wife."

"Sir, nothing happened," Jeffrey interjected.

"Silence." Sir Digby raised his hand. "I have no doubts that you are brave but you involve yourself in duels and have had numerous amorous affairs. A very sorted background. I'll have you know Sir Phillip was a friend of mine. Now with the General just across the room, he asks you, a lowly major, to speak to me. What do you want of me? Ask but be quick about it."

Jeffrey stood ramrod straight and looked straight ahead. "The General requests that when you write to Lord Howe about the plan you put in the strongest terms how much his cooperation is needed for the plans success."

"I will think about it as it seems like a fair request," Sir Digby said. He then moved very close to Jeffrey who could smell alcohol on his breath. "About my wife, I have broken greater men than you for lesser offensives. Step carefully, Major."

Jeffrey clenched his fists at his side. 'How dare he," he thought. But he suddenly realized that Sir Digby held all the cards. Being a good whist player, Jeffrey knew when he had a bad hand and try as he might he just couldn't win. He knew in his heart Nancy loved him and when she met him later it would be confirmed. "Damn Sir Digby! A man like that doesn't deserve a woman like her," he thought.

For the rest of the evening he kept his distance from both Sir Digby and Nancy. A few times he was able to make eye contact with her and she smiled in return. As the evening grew late he began to be concerned if they could meet again but when she slipped from the room, he knew the time was now.

He hurried to the garden expecting to meet her there but she wasn't there. He began to pace in anticipation. She will come he told himself. Suddenly he heard footsteps on the gravel walk. "Nancy?"

"No, sir," a female voice replied. "Its Lady Catherine Grey, Major. Do you remember me?"

"Yes, of course I do. You were a dear friend of Nancy's but then you were Catherine Westwood, right," Jeffrey replied. "We spent some happy times together, we three."

"You remember," Catherine said. She stepped into the light. "Nancy isn't coming, Jeffrey. She said I was to find you here and give you this note." With that she handed him a folded piece of paper. 

He took it and moved near one of the Chinese lanterns hanging nearby. It was written on foolscap and it appeared to be hastily written.

My dearest Jeffrey, I can not come to you tho my Heart commands me to. Yes, I still love you and always will but our Time has passed. Please do not think ill of me but it is for the best that we forever part. Remember me in your Heart. Nancy.

He read the note again and then looked at Catherine. Confused, he asked, "What does this mean?"

Catherine rested her hand on his arm, "It means that what once was between you and Nancy is gone. She has married and you must accept that. I'm sorry."

Again he read the note, hoping it might say something different.

Catherine spoke softly. "I'm very sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

He looked at her and smiled weakly. "No, you have done enough. Thank you. Please tell Lady Stange that I apologize for any pain I have caused her and I will abide by her wishes. Good evening, Lady Catherine and thank you again."

Jeffrey returned to the crowded room and grabbing the first glass he could find, downed it quickly. He wanted to leave but knew he must await the General and his lady. He did see Sir Digby who gave him a sly smile and a brief nod as a show of recognition. It was the gesture of man who knew he had beaten his rival.

"Well Major," General Burgoyne said, "We accomplished as much as we could here. God, how I hate talking to these men. They know nothing of war yet we who do must rely on them for help. Did you talk to Sir Digby?"

"Yes General. He said he would consider it."

The General grabbed Jeffrey's arm. "He didn't definitely say he would?"

"General Burgoyne, you know how the people act. They never say anything definite." Jeffrey then lied. "He will write the letter. I believe I convinced him of its importance."

"Good then we must be off. Our ship leaves in three days and we have much to do."

As they left, Jeffrey turned around hoping for one last glimpse of Nancy. It was in vain.



An Officer and a Gentleman-1777 Ch. 03



Major Jeffrey Tremaine was frustrated. He and General Burgoyne had arrived in Montreal the first week in May to find almost nothing had been prepared or made ready. Sir Guy Carleton explained that the invading army was not his and his role was the military governor not commander of a large army. The requested wagons and carts were being made from green wood and were sure to fall apart. Worse was the fact that the teamsters hadn't been hired yet and there were few to be found. It brought to mind what Jeffrey's father said about the government's support.

One of the points Jeffrey brought to the General's attention when they were back in England was the need to make sure that the Army traveled light and limited its trains. There was great uncertainty about the roads and their condition. Instead he discovered that the General intended to travel with his mistress, her wardrobe, a four-posted bed, and a complete wine cellar. Other officers were bringing their wives. The German general, Riedesel, was bringing along his wife, his three children and their teacher. Jeffrey had limited himself to one trunk but that seemed like a futile gesture.

He had tried to convince General Burgoyne that they should move now or at least move parts of the Army south. He suggested maybe as far as Crown Point, which was about halfway down Lake Champlain. There were the remains of a fort that could be used as a forward base and scouts could be sent out from there especially to spy on Fort Ticonderoga. The Army was already at St. John's on the Richelieu River and it was not that far a distance to Crown Point. The General said he meant to keep the Army together and not allow it to be spread throughout the wilderness. He also brought up the fact that the promised number of Indians had not arrived as of yet.

Burgoyne had met with their leaders a few days ago and they promised that more were on the way. Tonight another meeting had been called, this time in their camp. Burgoyne was not going to attend and he told Jeffrey that he should go as his representative. Jeffrey was not looking forward to it. 

The Natives' camp wasn't that far away, just across the river and a little south of the Army's encampment. At the appointed time, three Indians rowed Jeffrey across in a canoe, each wearing a mixture of European and Native clothing. One was able to understand French so he was able to communicate in some fashion. To Jeffrey, it was unlike any French he had ever heard. Still the two got their message across to each other. For reasons Jeffrey could not understand, when he told them who he was, the French speaking one became very animated and began to talk with the others, wildly gesturing. The others began talking loudly and to Jeffrey it seemed that something he said might have been the wrong thing. 

As they approached the village, he could see numerous canoes along the bank. The shelters were of all shapes and sizes showing there were a number of tribes present. Jeffrey understood that in addition to the locals, the Abenaki, and the Iroquois, there were some from as far away as the Great Lakes. He thought those went with St. Leger and were at Fort Niagara. He could see that all of them didn't go and some remained here. He couldn't tell one from the other but he did notice the different styles of hair and clothing.

Jeffrey walked up from the landing. The gentle incline led to a wide, open area, semi-circular in shape with a bright red pole in the middle and a large fire burning. On a spit over the fire, a large ox was being cooked. It's fat dripped into the fire making it crack and sizzle.

The pole was decorated with some hanging objects that he couldn't quite make out. As he got closer, he suddenly realized what he was looking at. Human hair! Scalps! There must have been at least 50 of them, all lengths and colors. He had never seen one before but he was strangely tempted to take a look. At the same time, he was repulsed by the idea.

"Quite fascinating, aren't they, Major? A voice in a heavy French accent said, startling Jeffrey.

"Yes they are," Jeffrey replied in a calm even voice.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Michel de Langlade. I will be your interpreter tonight."

"Major Jeffrey Tremaine, aide to General Burgoyne. I speak French if it would makes things easier though it seems my French is slightly different than yours."

Langlade laughed. Jeffrey had heard of Langlade and despite his age he could see that this wiry little half-breed could still move swiftly and quietly. Just the type of men Burgoyne needed and the type Jeffrey wanted. 

"I know who you are, Major. Your reputation has preceded you. The General has made a wise choice in sending you as his representative. Come, be seated."

Jeffrey sat with Langlade on his right and numerous chiefs to either side. A tin plate full of hot greasy meat was given to him. He noticed the others picking it up with their fingers so he followed suit. It was hot and it slightly burned his fingers but it tasted good. Langlade gave him a pewter mug and urged him to drink. One sip made him realized it wasn't French brandy but coarse English Army rum. It burned more than the hot meat going down.

There were other foods too. Some type of beans and maize mixture, a type of gourd, all things Jeffrey hadn't tasted before. He ate it with a smile and surprisingly he found it very good. Of course the rum flowed freely and he made sure to limit his intake. It wouldn't help if he got drunk.

Then the chiefs, one by one, began to speak. Each said basically the same thing, saying great things were expected, much plunder would be seized, that the Great White Father would be proud of them, and they were great fighters. Each referred to Jeffrey by name and seemed to hold him in some kind of awe. Langlade translated each one into French but seemed only to give the highlights.

"Langlade, they mention my name only at the beginning of their talk then they seem to call me something else. Is it good or should I be concerned?"

Langlade struck him on the back, hard. "My dear Major, you are the honored guest. They believe you are a great warrior and have given you a name which does you great honor. They are calling you, 'One who stares down Death.'

Jeffrey was taken back. "Why in God's name do they call me that?"

"It seems that story has spread that you stood alone, unarmed, and faced Death. By the force of your look, Death became so frightened that he killed himself." 

Good God, Jeffrey thought, the dual! But how in God's name do they know about it?

"But that is not how it happened!"

"It is what they believe, Major, therefore it is true and now they are waiting for you to speak to them. I will translate. Speak slowly and clearly."

He rose slowly to his feet. Even though he drank only little of the rum, it made him unsteady briefly. He moved to the center of gathering and raised his hands. The men grew quiet and he looked around. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever pictured this. Hundreds of brightly painted warriors, the smell of roasted meat, scalps dangling from a pole, a meeting surrounded by an immense wilderness, illuminated by the large fire, all waiting for him to speak.

"Wematin!" he began. "I call you brother because that is what we are. We are all brothers who have faced death and shown we are not afraid." He paused to let Langlade translate the words. He continued. "Soon we will set out on a great journey and will punish those who dared to disobey the Great White Father. He knows that we, we brave warriors, will not fail him. From this day to the end of the time, he who fights for him shall be remembered. He that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother. When people gather and sit around the fire, they will talk of the great deeds we will do and wish they were here." The natives began to murmur loudly and begin to gesture wildly. His talk had excited them.

Jeffrey found himself building to a frenzy, feeding on the energy of the group. He picked up a tomahawk which was lying on the ground. He held it in his left hand and threw up his right, fingers spread wide. "Alone we are like the fingers of a hand, powerless, but bring them together." He slowly closed his hand, forming a fist. "They can not beat us." He whirled and struck the wooden pole with the tomahawk, burying it deep. 

A tremendous scream erupted from the warriors. They rose as one and rushed to where Jeffrey stood leaning against the post, a scalp rubbing on his face. They began to dance and sing, excited by his speech. Langlade pushed his way to him. "Very good, Major," he said. "They have invited you to spend the night."

"No, Langlade," Jeffrey said shaking his head. "I must get back to camp."

"Major, you do not understand. You must stay. You have been invited and you can't refuse. It would be a great insult and could do much harm for the General and his plan. Understand?"

"It seems I have no choice then."

"That is correct, Major but I think you will enjoy it," Langlade said with a smile.

Langlade led him to a small dwelling. "As honored guest, they have set aside this place for you."

Jeffrey bent down, threw back the blanket door, and entered. As he rose up, he froze. There standing in the center of the room, bathe in the dim firelight, was a young woman. She couldn't have been more than 19. Her long black hair fell pass her shoulder and she was naked except for a small loincloth.

He turned and stuck his head out the opening. "Langlade, what is this?"

"The Major is an honored guest and must be treated so. This woman has been chosen just for the Major. Her name is Polikwaptiwa, butterfly who sits on flower. You would be doing a great honor to her, her family, and her tribe when you sleep with her. Good night, Major."

Jeffrey re-entered the room. What a strange people, he thought. Willingly giving me this young woman to use as my own for the night. What would they say back in England?

He walked around her, noticing every part. Her eyes were dark and she lowered them as he approached. He touched her shoulder, feeling how soft her dark skin was. Her breasts were not large but stood out from her chest. Her hips showed just enough flair. Jeffrey undid the knot holding her loincloth and let it drop. It was then he noticed she was completely hairless, as smooth as the day she was born.

She smiled and said softly, "Vous aimez?"

"J'aime."

She helped him off with his coat and shirt and motioned for him to sit on the furs. She removed his boots, stockings, and pants so he sat entirely naked before her. She smiled, as she looked him over. Jeffrey moved to embrace her but she moved away. She shook her head.

He was confused as she moved the other side of the room and then returned. She handed him a small bowl full of a watery gruel type mixture. She motioned for him to drink it. He raised it to his lips, all the time wondering just what this was and hoping it wasn't poison. It smelled terrible so he quickly poured it into his mouth and swallowed. The taste was sickly sweet and it burned slightly as it cascaded down his throat.

As Jeffrey drank, the girl began to rub oil into his shoulders and chest. She pushed him onto his back and started rubbing the oil into his body. It gave his body a tingly sensation as she continued. As she reached his cock, she took extra care. He grew hard and erect under her manipulations. The oil seemed to cause his cock to tingle and become warm. She continued her rubbing and then suddenly stop.

She got on her hands and knees and turned away from him. She exposed herself to him, her lips swollen and wet. Jeffrey needed no spoken words. He rose onto his knees and positioned himself behind her. Slowly he pushed into her until he was completely in. She gave a sigh of contentment.

The feeling he felt was unlike any he had felt before. Yes he had deflowered a virgin before but he felt no resistance here. She was tighter than any he had. Jeffrey wasn't sure if the oil had any effect but his cock felt alive with sensations. He began to move in and out and she matched his movement. She gripped him tightly as he moved. He increased the speed and she stayed with him. All the time Polikwaptiwa quietly moaned.

The feeling grew stronger and Jeffrey began to yearn for release. Instead it seemed only that the feeling grew stronger yet and he felt like he would burst. Suddenly it felt like he exploded and he slammed hard into her. He held her hips tightly as he filled her. After a few minutes he pulled out and collapsed on to the furs.

Polikwaptiwa crawled upon him. She began to squirm and rub herself on his body. The oil made her slip on him. Jeffrey felt different than he ever felt. His skin seemed as if was extremely sensitive to her touch. The more she rubbed the more alive his skin felt. He also felt a tremendous surge of energy come over him. He flipped her onto her back and grabbing her legs, he spread them wide. He was larger than he ever was. He positioned himself at her opening, which was wet from the oil and their previous lovemaking. He pushed and slid in easily. Polikwaptiwa arched her back and threw her legs across his back. She placed her hands on his ass and held him. He thrusted deeply into her causing her to cry out.

There was no gentleness in their movements. She bit him on the shoulder, hard but the pain felt exquisite. He pounded her causing their bodies to slap together loudly. It was all consuming lust. She dug her fingers into his back and cried out as she came. She clamped around his cock as her body reacted to it. Jeffrey threw back his head as he gave a final push into her. He groaned as he filled for the second time.

His heart racing, he tried to catch his breath as he tumbled onto the furs again. The small room seemed to spin as he shut his eyes. He felt her move next him and toss a leg over his. He tried to fight back, to say no, wait, but she gently placed her hand on the back of his head. He felt her nipple press against his lips and opened his mouth. He sucked it between his teeth and twirled his tongue around it. Her nipple grew hard and erect as she held his head to her breast. He took more into his mouth as she sighed.

Keeping his mouth on her nipple, she moved to straddle him. Jeffrey was physically spent but much to his surprise and her delight, his cock began to respond to Polikwaptiwa's movement. She reached down and guided him into her, sinking down until she took him entirely in her. She seemed to understand his exhaustion and she sat straight up. She moved her hips slowly against him, ever so slightly rising up and down. The feeling was remarkable and it spread throughout his body. She moved faster and clenched then relaxed around him. It was as if she was trying to pull him deeply into her. For the third time, Jeffrey came, grabbing her hips, holding her down so he could fill her. Never had he felt such an overwhelming surge. It seemed to extend to all parts of his body. Polikwaptiwa collapse on to his body in sexual exhaustion. Jeffrey pulled a fur over them as they fell asleep.

Twice that night after a brief sleep she woke him and they made love. When the morning came and Jeffrey awoke, she was gone. Despite a slight headache, he felt amazing refreshed and ravenously hungry. He dressed quickly and crawled from the dwelling. The bright sun caused him to squint and shade his eyes. He noticed Langlade walking towards him.

"A fine morning, Major," he said a bit too loud. "Did you sleep well?" Langlade laughed and slapped Jeffrey on the back.

"Langlade, what just happened here?" he asked.

Langlade handed him a wooden bowl of steaming mush. "Here eat this. You must be famished. I will explain."

Jeffrey took a spoonful and thrusted it into his mouth. It seemed to be some type of maize chowder and it was heavily laced with rum. He didn't care as it was hot and felt good in his stomach. He ate while Langlade talked.

"They consider you a great guest and to honor you they gave you a gift, a young woman to enjoy. You also did them a great honor by accepting their gift. You also paid a great honor to Polikwaptiwa by being with her. I understand 5 times, very good."

"She gave me some very sweet gruel to eat before we did anything and then rubbed me down with some type of oil."

"The gruel is a form of aphrodisiac which wives give their men, usually on their wedding night. It is to increase stamina and fertility. The oil rub is to excite the body. Very powerful."

Jeffrey put down the bowl. "Let me understand this. They wanted me to be with this woman. To take her as many times as I could. It sounds like they wanted me to make her with child."

"Now you understand, Major. A child, your child, would be seen as a great event."

Jeffrey shook his head. "I don't think I will ever understand these people. Thank you, Langlade. You have been most helpful."

"Major, tell General Burgoyne that more braves are coming this way. Explain that he must move because we can't stay long. We must see to our families too."

Jeffrey walked to where the canoes were. The fire was dying beneath the cooked ox and the sun caused some of the scalps to shine. A thought crossed his mind. Last night he experienced the most amazing time of his life, the kind treatment, and the sensual lovemaking and then to see the scalps nailed to the post. He looked up to the sky. "No, he would never understand these people.



An Officer and a Gentleman-1777 Ch. 04



Major Tremaine had been summoned to Army HQ almost as soon as he returned from the Indian camp. He hurried over yet he had been kept waiting almost 45 minutes. It was just another example of how this army was being run. He still believed in General Burgoyne but time was being wasted. It was almost the middle of June. They should on the Lake by now, threatening Ticonderoga. Yet they sat, cooling their heels.

As he waited, Jeffrey thought about last night and Polikwaptiwa. He had been with all kinds of women, like his friend Jackson had said but never one like her. The fact that except for very few words they never spoke to one another was unusual but the idea that she wanted to have his child was unnerving. As far he knew no woman he had ever had wanted that and if they did, either it didn't happen or they never told him. And what of the child? If she does have one, will he ever know? That thought made him uneasy.

Sitting there, thinking, Jeffrey absent-mindedly played with the locket he wore around his neck. The locket contained a silhouette and a lock of a hair. It had arrived at Army HQ the day before he set sail for Canada. It came in a small package with a note, which read,

My dearest love, Seeing you was the Best and Worst that could have happened. It brought back Feelings that I thought long lost. Until then I never realized how much I love you and now know it can never be. I made my Choice long ago and must live by it. Do not worry over me. Digby loves me and treats me well but he is a jealous and vengeful Man when crossed. Please do not try to see me again. Let me keep my Memories of us. I have enclosed a Locket for you to wear close to your Heart and hope it may protect you from Danger. Forever my love, Nancy

Jeffrey had kept the note and read it again and again. Each time it seemed to evoke a different feeling; love, hate, anger, jealousy, disbelief, but he kept it locked safely away in his small desk. He should have destroyed it yet he didn't. He should have tossed the locket overboard on the long trip here but he didn't. He couldn't explain it. It was over between them, he knew that, but he couldn't let it go. At least not yet.

He was jolted out of his daydream by nasally female yelling, "Where is my breakfast?" and the sight of a buxom middle-aged blonde woman storming down the stairs greeted him. She was wrapped in her dressing gown, which was doing little to contain her. "Sophie, where is my breakfast?" she yelled again.

She halted when she saw him standing there. Without making any attempt to cover up, she asked impatiently, "Who are you?"

"Major Jeffrey Tremaine, General Burgoyne's staff, ma'am."

Her tone changed quickly. "Major Tremaine, I've heard of you." She moved closer. "I'm Emily Rousseau. I haven't seen you here before. I'd remember.

He had heard about this woman before. She was the wife of a commissary officer and now was the General's mistress. The officer had definitely decided that his professional growth was more important than his marriage. Perhaps the lady felt the same way. Jeffrey was reminded of a saying making its way around camp. "The husband fingered the cash while the General..."

So this was the woman that required so many wagons to carry her belongings. He guessed she was preparing for all the dances and dinners in Albany when they got there. If they didn't start moving soon it would be if they get there. Jeffrey smiled at her. "My pleasure, ma'am."

"Major, please free feel to call on me at any time. Now I must find that girl. Sophie, where is my breakfast?"

He was becoming more tense and jumpy as he waited. He felt on edge and that he needed some form of release. He thought about following the woman for a fleeting moment. "Damn," he said out loud. What had he been given last night? Then he felt the same way but he was able to use that energy to make love seemingly all night. Was this a left over effect? He would have to watch his tongue when he met the General.

"The General will see you now," a young lieutenant said.

Jeffrey entered the room to find General Burgoyne with three other officers. "Major," the General began, "I would like you to meet my officer corps, General William Phillips, General Simon Fraser and General the Baron Freidrich Riedesel. These are the officers I want you to remain in close contact especially General Fraser as he will command the advance and the Baron who with his Germans will be on own left. I told them that you were to be my eyes and ears. I believe they understand what I mean. I don't expect to see you around headquarters, only when needed."

"Yes, sir, "Jeffrey replied.

The two English generals, Phillips and Fraser nodded in agreement but the Baron seemed uneasy.

"Am I to understand," Riedesel said in his thick German accent, "that I am to take orders from a mere major. Never!"

Burgoyne shook his head. "Nothing like that, my dear Baron. The major speaks flawless German. Is than not so, Major?"

"Jawohl, Herr General."

"Because of that, any oral message I, Generals Phillip, or Fraser may have for you will get to you faster. Same as you to me. He is my liaison. Understand?"

The Baron gave him a weak smile. "We shall see."

Burgoyne rose to his feet. "Gentlemen, this Army will be moving forward in 3 days. I want everything ready by that time. No excuses, no misunderstandings. I want the fort at Ticonderoga in our possession by the first of the month. Any questions?"

There were none

"Good. You have your orders. Good day. Major Tremaine, please remain."

As the others left, Jeffrey wondered why he had to stay behind. He didn't have long to wait. The General waved a letter. "So, Major, you made quite an impact last night. Just what did you say? This is a letter from Langlade saying that because of you he promises 500 warriors will meet us at Crown Point plus 500 more at Ticonderoga. He also proposes a scout to go to Ticonderoga. He says 2 of his best men and you, Major, should under take it. Just what happened last night? Did you suggest this to him?"

Jeffrey bit his tongue. His first impulse was to blurt out the obvious and tell the General exactly what happened instead he explained, "Nothing, General, this is as much as surprise to me as it is to you. He made no mention of the scout or the number of warriors."

"Well, Major, despite of what you say, if it gets me 1000 warriors, then you will do it. When can you get started?"

Jeffrey had no idea. "In 2 days, sir," he said with out seriously thinking it over.

"Good. See that it done. You're dismissed. We will be halting at Crown Point then moving south. I expect to see you there." The General then smiled. "Be careful. I need you back here."

Jeffrey saluted and left the room. On his way out, the lieutenant handed him a note from Baron Riedesel. It requested his presents at dinner tonight. The Baron wanted him to meet his official family and then talk. He wrote a reply accepting and then sent an orderly off with it. Two important dinners in two days, each one completely different.

The dinner was not what Jeffrey expected. It was very informal which surprised him. The Baron only had four aides so they were seated on either side of the table. At one end sat the Baron and at the other his wife, Fredericka. Their three children were eating in another room but Jeffrey could hear their laughter. He also caught a glimpse of a comely young woman who was attending the children. He made a note to speak to her before he left.

There was no standing on rank and the food was placed on the table. Each person helped themselves, taking what they wanted. Jeffrey was seated next to the Baroness and he found her to be an excellent conversationist. She had recently been in London and Jeffrey discovered she was not treated all that well by society there. With this knowledge, he kept her entertained with stories about people he knew and some of their less sophisticated moments. He was able to put her at ease and she felt comfortable talking to him.

As they talked, he noticed she made eye contact with her husband, the Baron. She smiled and nodded to him often. Jeffrey realized that this was part of a test and he was passing it.

"Your German is excellent," she said, "Who taught you?"

"A wife of a German officer took pity on me and helped me when I was a young officer."

"She was French, no?"

"Yes," he smiled. "How did you know?"

"It is your accent. Even though your diction and pronunciation is perfect, you have a slight accent."

Jeffrey never knew this and he now felt a little embarrassed. The Baroness quickly saw this and put a hand on his sleeve. "I'm sorry. That was rude of me."

"No offense taken," Jeffrey replied. "But I would like to ask you a question, if I may?"

"You may ask."

"Who is that lovely young lady that I am only able to catch short glimpses of," he asked looking in the direction of the other room.

The Baroness laughed. "My dear Major, she is my children's teacher, their nanny. I will introduce you to her, if you like."

"I would like very much."

With that the Baroness rose, "Excuse me gentlemen, but it is getting late and I must attend to my children," She turned to Jeffrey. "Thank you for a most entertaining evening, Herr Major." All stood as she left the room.

The Baron got up, shut the door, and returned to the table. He sat next to Jeffrey. "I will speak frankly now, gentlemen. No word of this will leave this room." He looked directly at Jeffrey. "Understand? Or I will know."

There were murmurs of consent from all.

"Good!" he began. "I believe this campaign will be a difficult one, much more than our British friends think. It will be difficult to get our supplies forward as our lines will get longer and the Americans' will get shorter as they retreat before us. I feel that the Commanding General doesn't trust we Germans so we may find ourselves in some difficult situations. Agreed?"

Again all nodded.

Riedesel now addressed himself directly to Jeffrey. "Major, this is where you are important. I have to be able to trust you and have complete confidence in you. I will not tolerate spies in on my staff. If you are to be liaison as the General says, then you must be honest with me. Otherwise I will return you to him."

For brief moment, Jeffrey became angry at the thought of him being a spy for General Burgoyne and wanted to lash back. He didn't, as he quickly understood the Baron's position and his doubts. "Herr Baron, I am an officer and a gentleman in His Majesty's Army and I will not be a spy for anyone. I'm here to ease our communication and to quickly move orders, nothing more. I will carry official messages that is all. I also hope that the Baron will feel free to discuss any situation he feels necessary. I believe we have the same goal."

"Good. Then all is well." He stood and the others followed. "Within three days, we move so there is much to do. Good evening." 

The meeting broke up and each officer left the room. Jeffrey decided to take one last look around the house and see if he could find the young lady he saw earlier. He remembered that the Baroness said she would introduce him but that didn't seem likely now. He walked through the first floor rooms as he headed towards the back. With only one more room to go he resigned himself to the fact he wouldn't find her. As he checked the last room he saw her there, next to a table, sorting and folding clothing and placing them into a large trunk.

"Kan ich ihnen Helfen, Fraulein?"

Startled, she looked up at him and dropped an item of clothing. Jeffrey stepped forward and picked it up. As he handed it to her, she smiled. He looked into her face.

Her auburn hair shined and framed a perfect face. Her blue eyes sparkled and pink lips smiled to show off her bright teeth. Her smooth skin was creamy white with a hint of freckles across her nose. Jeffrey found himself staring.

"I speak English, Herr Major," she said with a slight accent.

"Forgive me then. My name is Major Jeffrey Tremaine. At your service."

"My name is Katrina von Buskirk," she replied.

"von Buskirk?" he asked quizzically. He knew von before a name meant the family was ennobled but the Baroness said the young woman standing before him was the children's nanny. Looking her over quickly he could see by her posture and tone of voice there was something more to this.

"Yes, Major and if you are serious about helping me fold and load this trunk, I will explain it to you."

"Please do," he said as he began folding the clothing on the table.

"My mother was married to Count Otto von Buskirk, a distance cousin to Frederick, King of Prussia. My mother was very young when she married him and quickly gave him two sons. Having done her duty, he casted her aside. He said he had no need for her. Denied any physical affection and cruelly abused, she took a lover. Someone closer to her own age who gave her what she needed. This young Scotsman got her with child and when he discovered this, he fled, leaving my mother to face the Count alone. To avoid a scandal, the Count said I was his child but he never accepted me. He banished my mother and I after I was born and we wandered from relative to relative. At 17, the Baroness took me on to help with her children. So you see, Major, the von means nothing to me." She took the final piece of clothing from him. "Thank you for your help." She turned to leave.

"Wait," he said, "If you don't mind, could we go for a walk? Even a short one?"

"Well, a short one as it is getting late." She took a shawl from the hook and wrapped it around her shoulders. "You soldiers have such warm uniforms to protect from the damp air."

Jeffrey could not explain his feelings but he felt extremely comfortable talking to Katrina. He actually found himself doing more listening than talking. She asked him a number of questions about him, his family, and his life, which he answered without hesitation. They walked for much longer than they intended but Jeffrey discovered he wanted to talk to her more. He wanted to know more about her.

They stopped in front of house where she stayed with the Riedesel. They stood together in silence, looking over the camp with its campfires glowing and the numerous tents. A full moon was rising over the dark mountains in the distance.

"Nicht ist es schon? So ruhig," Katrina sighed.

"Ja aber nicht so schon wie ein wie Sie," Jeffrey replied.

Katrina lowered her head and smiled. Because of the darkness, he couldn't see her blush. "I must be going. Gute Nacht."

"Fraulein von Buskirk, may I call on you again?" Jeffrey asked.

"Mein lieber Major, I would be disappointed if you did not," she replied. She turned and entered the house.

As Major Tremaine walked away he made a note to make sure that he would have plenty of reasons to be in the German camp.



An Officer and a Gentleman-1777 Ch. 05



Major Tremaine arrived early at the Indian camp. Langlade was there to meet him.

"I see you didn't overload yourself. I'm impressed," he said.

The Major nodded. He had not worn his bright scarlet uniform coat. Instead he had on a brown sleeveless waistcoat and his shirt and breeches though white had faded to a light gray. Not something you normally saw a British officer wearing. He had slung on his shoulders a blanket roll, haversack, and case for his notes. In his belt was a tomahawk. A cartridge box rested on his hip to complete the picture. In his right hand he carried a light infantry version of the Brown Bess, much smaller and lighter.

"Major Acland gave me some ideas," Jeffrey replied.

"Very good, Major. I think you are making a very favorable impression on the people here." He waved to two braves. "Here, stow your gear in this canoe."

The 2 braves approached and Langlade moved to talk to them. Jeffrey couldn't understand a word but he knew it had to be a set of directions. They came over to where he stood.

"Major, this is Wyandot Panther and this is Captain Billy. They will be your guide and escort. I told them if anything happens to you, not to return themselves."

"Thank you, Langlade," Jeffrey replied. "I take much comfort in that."

Wyandot Panther has to be the ugliest person Jeffrey had ever seen. A scar across his cheek gave him a permanent sneer. Jeffrey was glad he was on their side. Captain Billy was small and wiry, just the type needed for this mission.

The braves boarded the canoe and Jeffrey gave one last look around.

"You won't find her, Major. She and her family have left," Langlade said.

Jeffrey smiled. "Meet you at Crown Point, Langlade."

With that they shoved off and headed up the Richelieu.

With the Indians paddling they made good time up the river and were soon on the Lake. At any other time, Jeffrey might have relaxed to enjoy the amazing scenery. The mountains and trees seem to come right down to the water's edge. They were dark and foreboding making him guess on how one could travel on land. He began to wonder if it was like this all the way along the Lake and did the forest extend further south? It could cause huge problems.

The amount of waterfowl seemed unlimited. A day's hunting could bag 100's and it wouldn't be too hard to get more. As they moved, fish could be seen leaping from the water and splashing down, leaving bright rings behind. Jeffrey thought of how easy you could feed a number of soldiers with just fish despite the fact that most hated it. He took out his sketchpad and quickly drew the scenery. Mere words would not suffice to tell this story. Unfortunately Jeffrey didn't look at the view around him as an artist. No, he was an officer and all he saw was the immense thick forest. He took note that nowhere along here could the Army land so once upon the Lake the vast force would have to continue on Crown Point.

The entire trip was made in silence as neither of the braves spoke English and he not a word of their language. His mind began to wander in the quiet. He didn't have a chance to return to the German camp before he left so he never got a chance to see Katrina. There was something about her that intrigued him. He had been with a number of women before but outside of one he never felt like he did now. He wanted to know everything about her, to really get to know her. He was troubled by these feelings and perhaps he could use this time to make some sense of them. He also needed to clear his mind of outside distractions because the more mileage they put behind them the closer they came to the rebel army.

After two days the canoe was beached in cove north of Fort Ticonderoga. Except for a massive thunderstorm that struck the last night, the trip went quickly. Just before sundown, large dark clouds began to roll in from the West and distant peels of thunder could be heard. Jeffrey could tell that the two braves were very concerned and Wyandot Panther became very agitated. For the first time, the two had a large discourse on what to do. All the time it became darker and the wind whipped the water into whitecaps. Suddenly Billy pointed to a beach under some overhanging pines. They turned the canoe quickly towards it. The beach was really a rocky ledge that lead to what could be described as a small cave.

The men got out and grabbed their provisions. Jeffrey grabbed his gear and then hurried to find dry wood for the fire he knew they would need. As he returned with a second armful, there was a brilliant flash of light, a tremendous crash, and the sky opened up. Billy had just dragged the canoe further up the ledge and overturned it when it began. All three men took cover.

The rain was so heavy that they couldn't see three feet into the Lake yet with tree and rock cover they stayed dry all night. After the first storm past, another rolled in so it rained all night. They were unlike any storms Jeffrey had ever witnessed. The more he ventured into this wilderness the more amazed he was.

The next day was beautiful with a bright blue cloudless sky and lower temperatures. The men stowed the canoe and their supplies under cover and quickly moved inland. They crossed the Old Portage Road and plunged into the woods on the other side. Their main goal was to avoid contact at all costs but get all the information they could. As they were approaching the landing, Jeffrey noticed a large hill that rose behind the fort. He indicated that he wanted to go there and Wyandot Panther nodded in agreement.

Wyandot Panther led the way avoiding the post at Mt. Hope, which guarded the road. Jeffrey made a mental note of its location. They waded across the waterway that connected Lake George and Champlain, crossed the road again, and began to climb the mountain. The two braves had no trouble and had to pause to allow Jeffrey to stay with them. After about an hour, they reached the summit and from there, the entire layout could be seen. It was like being seated in the balcony at the theater.

Jeffrey took out his pad and began to sketch the scene. On the west side was the fort and the old French lines. In between were thousands of tents so it was clear that the bulk of the rebel army was on this side. There was a footbridge that connected the fort to the east side of the lake. There on a bluff was another structure that housed more troops. A road led off the southeast behind the smaller fort. From the number of tents, Jeffrey estimated that there were about 3,500 men in total. He stayed about two hours trying to get as much information as he could. He wished he could find out exactly what troops were at the fort, whether they were Continentals or militia but any contact could be fatal. The information was too important to jeopardize with bravado.

All the way down the mountain, Jeffrey wondered why the rebels didn't build works on the summit. Anyone could see that if you could get guns up there you could control the forts. They must have noticed this, as among the rebel officers there were some very good ones, ex-British officers. Perhaps they felt dragging a gun up there was impossible until you build a road. He knew General Phillips would have something to say about that.

Jeffrey wanted to get a closer look at the post at Mt. Hope and the old French lines so he told Wyandot Panther. The Indian shook his head. "Trop dangereux!"

"Pas pour un homme," Jeffrey replied.

"No, trop dangereux!"

"Attente ici, je seral de retour." With that he set off into the woods.

Jeffrey moved slowly as he could hear voices nearby. He stopped about 30 yards from the wooden stockade, hidden by the thick forest. The fort was in poor shape and despite its position of controlling the road; it didn't look like the rebels put any effort into maintaining it. There couldn't be more than a 100 men visible. Having seen what he needed he returned to 2 braves. As he returned, he noticed a look of relief on Wyandot Panther's face.

They moved quickly back towards the canoe. They paused at road, looking before they crossed. They heard voices coming their way as the 2 Indians ran across. Jeffrey began to cross when Billy stood up and motioned for him to stay put. Jeffrey moved back into the undergrowth.

Walking down the road were three soldiers. Two had their muskets slung on their shoulders and the third was casually carrying his. All three were laughing and talking loudly, not suspecting anything. Jeffrey had left his musket with the canoe and all he had was a tomahawk in his belt. His heart was pounding as the men approached. He hoped that they would just pass by then he would join the 2 braves and head back to the canoe. He pulled the tomahawk from his belt.

As they drew even, the 2 Indians burst from the cover and attacked. Swinging their tomahawks, they caught the soldiers unprepared. In a blink of the eye, two of soldiers were struck down and the third turned to run. Instead of running back down the road, he fled into the woods, directly at Jeffrey.

Jeffrey's instincts took over and he stepped from behind the tree. He swung the tomahawk and found his mark. The soldier grasped as the tomahawk hit him in the throat. Blood spurted from the severed arteries and covered Jeffrey's face and waistcoat. He pulled it free and poised to strike again. Instead the soldier dropped to knees and fell forward, dead. It seemed that almost as quickly Billy appeared, holding a bloody scalp in his hand. He saw what Jeffrey had done and grunted some words. He knelt on the soldier's back and quickly removed his scalp. 

It had happened so fast that Jeffrey had no time to think. He just reacted. Billy was on his feet and headed back to the road. Jeffrey followed in a daze. As the two crossed the road, the two bodies had already been dragged into the undergrowth. There was no sign of the struggle. Wyandot Panther waited for them, crouched low. He handled Jeffrey two buttons; each stamped MA and headed off towards the beach.

They found the canoe unmolested and quickly reloaded it. Listening for any sounds of pursuit and hearing none, they glided out into the lake. Heading North, they paddled towards the oncoming host.

Major Tremaine stood before Generals Burgoyne, Fraser, Phillips and Baron Riedesel in Burgoyne's tent on the plains at Crown Point. The remains of the huge fort towered behind them. An incredible change had transformed Jeffrey in just twenty-four hours. When he had returned from his scout, he was unshaven and dirty. His waistcoat and shirt had been blood splattered and filthy. His breeches were torn and stained. Now he appeared in spotless white shirt and breeches and a brilliant scarlet coat. His light brown hair was combed and pulled back in a queue. He looked every inch a British officer and a gentleman.

"I've read your report, Major. I must commend you on it," stated General Burgoyne. "But we have questions and need clarifications. We like you to tell us what you found."

"Yes, sir," Jeffrey began. "The cove we landed in is suitable to land a large part of the Army."

"Is it out artillery range from the Fort?" General Fraser asked

"Yes, sir it is. Moving from the landing will easy and we can cut the road quickly. The fort at Mt. Hope is poor and lightly defended. It can be taken easily but I don't think the rebels will defend it."

"Why not, Major?" Phillips asked.

"It is too far from the old French lines and can be cut off easily. After we take this position, we control the entire road and if the bridge remains, we can occupy a position that seals off the western approaches."

"I'm interested in this mountain you climbed, Major. Please tell me about it." General Phillips inquired.

"From the summit you can look right down into the fort and into their entire position.

"Is it within artillery range of the fort?" Phillips now leaned forward in his seat.

"Guns at the top will reach the fort, I believe," replied Jeffrey. "But the climb is difficult even for a goat."

Phillips looked directly at Jeffrey. "Where a goat can go, a man can go. You proved that, Major. And where a man can go, he can drag a gun."

General Burgoyne now spoke up. "What do you know of the east side? Landing places? Roads?"

Jeffrey cleared his throat. "There appears to be a suitable landing just up from the one across the Lake. There is a road behind the redoubt that heads off to the southwest. I did see a road that turned off of it to the north. I couldn't see where it continued to as it disappeared into the thick woods."

Baron Riedesel asked, "So, Major, you do not know if this road connects to the landing place, No?"

"No, Herr Baron, I know nothing of the roads on the east side."

The Baron waved his hand.

Burgoyne shifted in his seat. "Very well, Major, you're dismissed."

Jeffrey snapped to attention, saluted, and left. 

Jeffrey decided that he go looking for Katrina since he had a little spare time. He returned to his tent and retrieved a small package. Then he headed over to Riedesel's headquarter. The headquarters was located across the narrow strait on an immense flat plain were the Germans encamped. It was easy to find as it consisted of six large tents. He asked for Fraulein von Buskirk and was directed to a tent located behind the others. There he found her, seated under a lone oak tree, reading a book.

"Guten tag, Fraulein," Jeffrey said.

"Guten tag, Herr Major," Katrina replied. She set the book down and smiled. "I haven't seen you in a number of days."

"Yes, I've been very busy with all that has been going on. May I sit down, Fraulein?"

"Yes, by all means. Please call me Katrina."

"Yes, Katrina and please call me Jeffrey." He sat down next to her. "I have something for you. I hope you won't mind." With that he handled her a small package.

"You didn't need to, Jeffrey, but thank you." She unwrapped it and found a pair of moccasins. She looked at him quizzically.

"I noticed that you are very busy and on your feet a lot. I know that a lady's feet can hurt by the end of the day and those shoes you wear are not the most comfortable so I acquired these for you. I hope you do not think me of being too forward."

Katrina slipped off her shoes and tried them on. They were a bit tight but she understood they would stretch as she wore them. "Thank you. You are very thoughtful."

They sat quietly without saying a word. Katrina broke the silence. "Forgive my forwardness, but why are you here?"

"I don't understand."

"I know you are the first son of Lord Dunsmore and all that entails. You are an important officer on General Burgoyne's staff and this means that you involved in London society. You must know many women yet you spend time with me, a lowly servant to a German baron's children. Why?"

"I don't truly know, Katrina but when I first saw you, I wanted to meet you." He stood and faced her. "When we walked together, I found myself wanting to know more about you. For the past few days I found myself thinking about you when I had time. Everything you found out about me is true and I can't change who I am. If you want me to go, I will but please think it over."

"Jeffrey, I must admit that I have the same feelings and the past few days I longed to see you, to talk to you. I have never felt such feelings for man but I'm not sure."

"Katrina, I don't understand. It seems we have the same feelings towards each other." Jeffrey moved closer and took her hand. She didn't resist.

"I must tell you why I am unsure. As my mother and I moved from place to place, many men offered to help us. Men with titles, honorable men, who gave my mother gifts and told her many things. She knew what they wanted. She was young, pretty, and alone with a child. So she did what they wanted, to protect me. As I grew older, some make the same offers to me but my mother wouldn't allow it. When she heard of this position, she did all she could for me to obtain it. So forgive me for being hesitant."

"Miene liebe Katrina," Jeffrey said dropping to one knee. "I am not like that. My feelings for you are true. The gift was from my heart."

The two looked at each other. A woman's voice called out from one of the tents. "Katrina, die Kinder sind wach. Gekommen!"

"Jeffrey, I must go," she smiled. Standing she placed her hand on his cheek. Katrina bent down and lightly kissed his cheek.

He grabbed her hand. "Tonight?"

"Yes!" and she hurried off.

Jeffrey sat at the table deep in thought. He meant what he said when he said he wasn't like those men. Was it true though? He remembered what Frau von Hausen had taught all those years ago. She had him many things but one thing she stressed above all. Love was not a game and a woman's heart was not a trophy.

He leaned back in his chair, took a drink, and felt Nancy's locket on his skin. He realized he had learned his lessons well, perhaps too well. That is all but one. After all these years, maybe it was time for him to use everything she thing she taught him.

"It is about time you found the love of good woman," Lucien said, downing another drink. "Betsey is the best thing that ever happen to me." Major Jackson was Jeffrey's most trusted friend and he was with his battalion of the 24th Foot.

"How do I know she is the right one?" Jeffrey asked, pouring himself another drink. "I thought Nancy Fox was the right one."

"Maybe she was but that's over now. Time to move on."

"I mean, what do we have in common? She is very young, a German, you know." Jeffrey gulped his drink down.

Filling Jeffrey's glass, Jackson leaned forward. "Stop making excuses. You know what your problem is, Major Jeffrey Tremaine?"

"No. Pray tell me."

"You were too busy making love than loving. You never let them in here." He thumped his chest. "Now this little German girl has got in there and you don't know what to do." He laughed loudly. "Oh sure you'd like her to lift her petticoats for you but for maybe the first time in your life it's for an entirely different reason."

"When did you become an expert on love?" Jeffrey slid his empty glass forward.

Jackson laughed again. "Compared to you, my dear friend, I'm not but I know it when I see it." He grasped Jeffrey's hand. "You're a lucky man. It sounds to me like the girl loves you and you, you blockhead, love her too. Let her know before it is too late." He staggered to his feet, knocking over his chair. "A toast!"

Jeffrey rose slowly to his feet. Both men raised their glasses.

"To love," Jackson said. "The course of true love never did run smooth."



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For the next few days, the Army stayed at Crown Point, planning, gathering supplies, and getting for the move against Ticonderoga. It sat while the precious days of good summer weather slipped away. Unlike the days wasted at Montreal and on the Richelieu, the wait didn't not upset Major Jeffrey Tremaine. He found himself completing the work assigned to him by the General and then finding every excuse he could to visit the German camp. He used the time there to allow the Baron and his staff to be more at ease with him and for the Baron to realize that he was there to help. Mostly the time was spent with Katrina as they spent as much time together as possible, even stolen minutes of time. The more time they were together, each began to understand the deepness of their feelings. 

On the third night Jeffrey was invited to dine with Major John Acland and his wife, Lady Harriett. Acland was in charge of the light infantry and had given Jeffrey advise on how to prepare for his scout assignment. Lady Harriett, a few months pregnant, was accompanying her husband and brought along her young daughter, her mother, and a maid. She was also distance relative to Lady Nancy Stange, Sir Digby Stange's wife. 

When Jeffrey informed Katrina that he intended to bring her to dinner with the Acland's, she objected strongly.

"Nein,nein!" she protested. "I can not go to such a dinner. She is a Lady and I am just servant, a nanny. How can I sit at her table?"

Jeffrey put his hands on her shoulder. "You are the daughter of Countess von Buskirk and you have the same rights as she does, maybe more. You are my guest and they will accept you.

Again she objected. "What of my duties to Baroness Riedesel? I have nothing to wear. No, I can not go."

"Katrina, I want you to go. I want to be with you and I want others to realize that also. I can not force you to go but it would give me great pleasure if you did."

When he called on her that evening, Katrina took his breath away. Her reddish hair was piled high upon her head, which accented her lovely neck. The dress was a dark blue satin highlighted with light blue trim, which made her eyes sparkle. She moved with the grace of a lady.

Baroness Riedesel was standing next to her. "Herr Major," she said sternly. "Katrina is my niece and will be treated as such. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Baroness," Jeffrey bowed. Straighting, he offered Katrina his arm. As they walked, Jeffrey whispered, "Sie schauen verheerendes schönes. Sie haben meinen Atem weg geholt."

Katrina smiled and pulled him tighter to her.

The dinner was a fine one. Much to Katrina's relief, there were four other officers attending with their 'wives' if they were. The table was covered with a lace tablecloth and set with the Acland's fine china and crystal. The wine and champagne was the finest and the meal consisted of duck, fish, and some other wild game.

The conversation was light and casual. The officers knew one other from England and service in the Army. Also it seemed everyone knew each other families either by a common relative or close friend.

"Major Tremaine," Lady Harriett asked, "I believe you know my cousin? Lady Nancy Stange."

"Yes, my Lady," he replied. "We were close friends."

"Were?"

"Yes, when we were younger we were quite close but, I regret to say, the Army pulled us apart."

"I see," Lady Harriett gave a knowing smile.

Major Acland spoke up. "Isn't she married to Sir Digby Stange now?"

A captain interjected, " You don't want him as an enemy. I have heard some terrible things as a result of that."

There were responses of "Here, here" and the nodding of heads.

Lady Fox-Strangway, Lady Harriett's mother, spoke to Katrina. "Young lady, I understand you are the daughter of the Countess von Buskirk?"

The room grew quiet awaiting her answer. "Yes, your Ladyship, she is my mother."

"I believe I knew your grandmother, Lady Elizabeth Roxbury and I think I remember your mother as a young girl. A beautiful child."

"Yes, she was my Großmutter." Katrina replied. "She died five years ago."

"So sorry. And your mother?"

Katrina gave a quick glance at Jeffrey. He could see a glimpse of panic in her eyes. "She is well," Katrina answered.

At that, servant brought the wine for the toasts. Major Acland rose. "Gentlemen." And the officers stood.

The lowest ranked officer gave the first toast. "To the King!" followed by "Success to our Armies" and "Confusion to the Enemy."

Jeffrey made the final toast. He turned to face Katrina. "To the ladies, may they always be as beautiful as they are tonight."

"Here! Here!"

Jeffrey and Katrina walked arm in arm back to Riedesel's HQ and quarters. The two talked about the evening, the meal, and the guests.

"I told you not to worry, Katrina. They do not know your story. Tonight they saw a daughter of a countess, a beautiful, poised, young lady," Jeffrey said thoughtfully.

"I think Lady Harriett's mother knows," Katrina replied.

"And she is too much a lady to say so. Your secret is safe."

"I hope so, for your sake," Katrina blurted out.

Jeffrey stopped and held her by her shoulders. "What in God's name do you mean?"

She pulled away and stepped back. "I know how society works. The sins of the mother are passed on the daughter. You are the son of a Lord and will soon be one yet you are seen in the company of a teacher, a nanny, a servant, a bastard child."

He grabbed her. "Katrina, you must not say such things!"

"Why not? They are true." She began to cry.

"I don't care," he said and then paused. "Because I love you," he quietly said.

Katrina pushed against him but he proved too strong. "You can't," she sobbed.

"But I do." He kissed her cheeks, tasting her salty tears. "I love you with all my heart."

She buried her head in his chest and held him tight. "Oh meine Liebe. I love you also."

Jeffrey lifted her chin and looked into her face. Yes he had fallen in love and for the first time he could admit it, to himself and to Katrina. He kissed her lightly at first and he felt her lips and body yield to him. He kissed her harder, more passionately and she responded in kind. This beautiful young woman telling him that she was his, no strings attached, his to take.

They broke the kiss and Jeffrey held her to his chest, softly stroking her hair.

"Now what?" she asked. "I have never loved a man before. You must show me."

"In time, mein kleines, in time."

"God damn it!" exclaimed the General. Jeffrey had never seen or heard him so mad. "Where are those damn Germans? Major Tremaine!"

"Yes sir."

"What do you know about what's going on across the Lake? What is happening?"

General Burgoyne's first move had succeeded beyond anyone's dreams. Using the information Jeffrey provided, the Army landed just out of artillery range of the Fort. It moved quickly taking Mt. Hope and cutting the road. General Phillips was true to words and got two guns on the summit of the large mountain. When that was accomplished, it didn't take long for the rebels to see their position was hopeless. They began to withdraw that night. The main body crossed the bridge to the redoubt on the east shore and marching southeast into the Hampshire Grants. The rest fled south to Skeneboro.

This is when Germans were to play a big part. Riedesel landed on the east shore and were to move south along the road to block the rebels' escape. As of now no gunfire had been heard in that direction and there was no sign of the advancing Germans or retreating rebels. Gen. Fraser was moving his troops to the eastern shore to begin the pursuit.

"General," Jeffrey began. "The landing went well. There was a delay in finding the road. The road was in poor shape and the rebels had removed the causeway across some swampy land. Baron Riedesel said the map he had was of little use. That was four days ago, sir."

"It sounds like the Major is making excuses for his German friends."

"Sir?"

"Never mind, Major," Burgoyne said waving his hand. "I want you over there and get them moving. Tell the Baron I want him on Fraser's left and to push those rebels. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" and Jeffrey was off.

As he pushed his way through the pursuing troops and across the bridge, Jeffrey thought about the last hectic days. He was asked to be two places at once and the Lake separated them. Baron Riedesel trusted him with the most confidential messages and General Burgoyne expected him to be able to force the Baron to do things he didn't want to. All the time he stole away to find a few moments with Katrina. Each minute was precious and it was becoming more obvious to each of them how deep their love was. Jeffrey knew since the night he told her he love her that what Frau von Hausen was right. Love was to savored and taken slowly. So many times he played the game and so many women came to his bed but this was different. It was he who felt the need now.

Jeffrey found some green unformed Jagers halted along the road near an intersection. He shouted to the nearest officer, "Leutnant, wo ist Ihr befehlshabender Offizier?

The young man pointed down the road to the rear. "So. Oberst Baum"

Jeffrey spurred his horse and rode off. In less than a mile, he found Colonel Baum. Saluting, he handed Baum a folded piece of paper. "Meine Komplimente, Oberst aber General Burgoyne fordert, dass Sie die linke Straße nehmen."

The colonel gave Jeffrey a stare. He knew who this Major was in his scarlet coat. He had seen him many times at headquarters talking to the Baron. Still this was most unusual.

Jeffrey could see the question in the colonel's eyes. "Ich informiere den Baron, Oberst."

With that Jeffrey saluted and rode rearward. He heard the colonel giving the orders as he left. He pushed on, finding the head of the column moving slowly on the narrow rutted road. He now understood the reason for the delays.

The road was a road in name only. It was barely wide enough for a column of fours. Trees grew close making it even narrower at times and nearly impassable for wagons and artillery. With the trees so thick, the air was hot and heavy with very little breeze. The men and horses could only move so fast.

Jeffrey found the Baron seated on his horse with his staff. 

"Baron, I have an urgent message from General Burgoyne." He handed it to one of the Baron's aides who handed it to the Baron. With a look of contempt, he opened it. After reading it, he looked at Jeffrey. "Very well," he said.

"Baron," Jeffrey spoke up. " I asked Colonel Baum to advance his Jagers down the road to the left. I apologize if I overstepped my authority."

"Quite all right Major. I want you to take this message to General Fraser. Tell him my command will be halting for the night when it reaches the intersection. I will resume the march before daybreak tomorrow. Is that clear, Major?"

The Baron must have seen the look of surprise on Jeffrey's face. By the time the Germans reached the intersection, there would still be plenty of light left. So much for quick pursuit. He saluted. "Ihr Befehl Herr Baron."

At promptly 3AM, General Fraser ordered his men up and in pursuit. The night was moonless and inky dark.

"Major Tremaine," he ordered. "Tell your German friends, we are on the move. They can find us by the sound of our guns."

Jeffrey mounted and slowly made his way towards the left. He found the Baron already awake and dressed. "General Fraser's compliments, Baron. He begs me to report that his men are up and will be contact with the rebels by first light. He requests that you support his left."

"Danke, Major. Please so kind as to return to General Fraser and tell him that the Brunswick grenadiers will be on the march to his support. The rest of my command will follow." As they spoke, they could hear gunfire from the right.

Jeffrey rode back to General Fraser. He could hear the volume of gunfire increasing and see dirty smoke rising above the trees. He found the General just behind the firing line.

"We are driving them, Major. Surprised them at breakfast. They won't stand," the General exclaimed. Just then there was a noticeable increased in the firing.

General Fraser and Jeffrey rode forward. Because of the smoke it was very difficult to see. They rode through the rebels' camp. Scattered about was equipment and lying sprawled on their backs, two dead rebels. Jeffrey noticed that of all the equipment left behind, there were not any muskets. Even the two dead men were unarmed. He remembered from the fighting in Germany, many soldiers who were surprised dropped their weapons when they ran. These rebels didn't.

An aide saluted. "Major Jackson's compliments. The men have crossed a small stream and have halted at the base of the hill. The rebels seemed to have formed a line at the top. He awaits your orders."

"Just a rear guard. Tell Major Jackson to fix bayonets and drive those fellows off. Give them a little cold steel."

Jeffrey followed the aide as he rode off. He found a spot where his view was not clouded by the smoke. He saw the British line extended off to his right and left, Jackson's 24th in the center. He heard the orders given to 'Fix bayonets' and what seemed like an electric thrill went through him. How could those rebels stand against that determined red line? He spotted Lucien standing front and center of the line. Jeffrey rode over to the rear of line where he caught Lucien's eye. Standing in his stirrups, Jeffrey doffed his hat in salute. Lucien returned the salute.

Jackson turned to the front and barked out the command, "Battalion, at the half step, March!" The drums and files burst forth in a crash as the entire line moved forward. Jeffrey rode forward with the line, his adrenalin flowing and heart pounding.

As the only mounted officer in the advance, Jeffrey was a natural target. A bullet struck the epaulet on his shoulder, ripping it off and he felt another one pluck at his coat. He didn't care. His blood was up.

"Major Tremaine, sir!" A young officer had ridden up to him. "Major, the General wants you." At that moment the young man reeled in his saddle. Jeffrey reached out and grabbed him before he fell. 

"Sir?"

"You are all right," Jeffrey reassured the officer. Even as he said it the blood began to spread on the man's thigh.

Jeffrey escorted the wounded man to the rear, turning him over to a surgeon's assistant. He then rode over to General Fraser.

"Can't afford to lose you, Major. Might need you yet."

"Sir, look!" one of his aide exclaimed. He pointed to the hill. The British line that seemed so invincible was breaking and streaming to the rear. A few rebels were pursuing them.

"Damn! Stop them!" Fraser turned to Jeffrey. "Major, find those damn Germans and tell them to form on my left. Now!"

Jeffrey saluted and quickly rode off in search of the Baron.

He heard them before he saw them. With Baron Riedesel at its head, the German column was marching up the road. Their drums echoed from the surrounding hills as the men sang out the Lutheran hymn, 'Ein Feste Berg'. 

"My compliments, Baron. General Fraser request that you form on his left and drive those rebels off."

The Baron turned to Colonel Breymann. "Oberst, bilden Sie sich ihre Männer und voraus." He then turned to Jeffrey. "Lead on, Major."

Jeffrey brought up the grenadiers quickly. As they broke out of woods, he could see the British line reforming and preparing to advance. He rode over to the junction of the two lines and waited. It wasn't long before the command rang out, 'Forward!'. The British line burst out with a mighty 'Huzza!' and the Germans began to sing another hymn. Jeffrey was caught up in the excitement and spurred his horse onward. The bright red British infantry and blue-coated German grenadiers marched steadily up the hill, now in grim silence.

The German advance caught the rebels' right in a poor position and crashed into it. They halted to fire one disciplined volley and then rushed forward. The sight and fury of their attack caused the rebel to waver and then break. The men hopped the low rock wall and pitch into the confused mass. 

Jeffrey's horse jumped the wall and rode into the crowd of men. "Drop your weapons, you damn rebels!" he shouted. "Surrender!"

Bullets whizzed by him, holing his coat or narrowing missing him. He didn't notice. "Come on, lads!" he yelled as he spurred his horse into the melee. He slashed down, hitting a fleeing rebel with his sword. He was fully possessed, completely overwhelmed by his blood lust.

A rebel jabbed upward with his bayonet and caught his coat. The blade cut through his waistcoat and slide along his side. Jeffrey flinched but felt no pain. He hacked at the man, feeling his blade shutter as he hit bone. The man screamed and dropped his musket. Pulling his foot from the stirrup, Jeffrey kicked the man aside.

Suddenly it became quiet as if someone had dropped a curtain on the final act. Rebels were running down the road or into the woods, pursued by some British regulars. Others had lifted their muskets, butts in the air, as a sign of surrender. The only sounds were a few ragged shots and the crying of the wounded.

Jeffrey looked around at the carnage. It was a short, vicious fight, one that sounded good in the reports. As he sat on his horse, he found Lucien seated on the stonewall. Riding over to him, he saw a sweat streaked, gunpowder coated face smile up at him. "You're either a brave man or a fool, Jeffrey," Lucien said.

"How about a brave fool. Are you alright?" He noticed the blood trickling off Lucien's hand.

"Aye, just a scratch. And you?"

Jeffrey moved his hand to his side. He looked at it. It was wet with his blood. "Just a scratch. Do you have any water?"

"Water? Here!" He handed Jeffrey a small silver flask. Jeffrey took a swig. The brandy tasted good. Returning the flask, he grabbed Lucien's hand. "You must care of yourself. I'll not be the one to write sweet Betsey about you."

"You also. I don't want to break a little German girl's heart telling her the news."

"It a deal!" Both men laughed a laugh that released all their tension. 



An Officer and a Gentleman-1777 Ch. 07



Jeffrey looked himself over. He realized how lucky he was. The bayonet that rebel had thrust at him only gave him a deep scratch, not an opened wound. The wound was ugly looking but the doctor said there wasn't much chance of infection. Though it bled quite a bit, he simply cleaned it and put a clean wrapping on it. He told Jeffrey to keep it clean and wear a fresh shirt. Not much advice under these conditions. 

Jeffrey had already removed the dressing and decided to keep it off. As he prepared to slip on a clean shirt, he felt Nancy's locket move against his chest. He stopped and touched it. He opened it. He looked at her face and thought for a moment.

He believed that Nancy did love him once and through his selfishness had lost her. It was over and nothing could change the fact. Beside though he tried to convince himself that he loved her also, now he wasn't as sure. He never felt for Nancy the way he now felt for Katrina. It was different when he was with her. It was different than anything he ever felt with any woman. Lucien was right. She had gotten inside him and broken down the wall he had around his heart.

Jeffrey slid the locket over his head and opened a desk drawer. As he laid it inside he noticed the note Nancy had sent with it back in England before he left. He removed it from the drawer and without opening it, he held it to the burning candle. It became fully engulfed and he dropped into a tin plate. He watched it burn.

Jeffrey had not seen Katrina since his return. He knew he need to but he hoped the Baron or one of his staff had laid to rest any fears she may had about him. He was dirty, bloody, and exhausted when he arrived in camp after the battle and he didn't want her to see him that way. Beside since the fighting ended, he hadn't a moment to himself.

Immediately General Fraser and Baron Riedesel had different ideas on what to do next. Fraser want to reorganize the men and head off in pursuit of the retreating rebels. The Baron wanted march south to find the main road and return by it to Skenesboro, where the main body of the Army should be. Each officer had valid points and Jeffrey was called upon to act as the translator, making sure there were no misunderstandings. He was also ordered by the Baron to find out exactly where the main road was.

He took two lieutenants with him, one from Fraser's staff and one from the Baron's. He wanted both sides to see for themselves. The three men rode cautiously south, expecting any moment to be fired upon. Along the road there were signs of a hurried retreat but no soldiers. After about five miles, they reached the crossroads. It was plain the rebels headed south but how far ahead they were the officers couldn't tell. They had found out the information they were told to find and rode back.

They found the Baron at the head of the column. "Well, Major?"

"Herr Baron, the intersection is about five miles ahead. The right hand road is the road to Skenesboro about 15 miles from the intersection. The rebels headed south. I believe that road goes to Fort Anne, sir."

"Any sign of the rebels, Major?"

"There is some equipment on the road but you can see that for yourself, sir. No sign of any soldiers."

"Good. Major, please ride to General Fraser and tell him we are marching to Skenesboro. I believe we can reach there by nightfall

The rebels have too much of a head start and our force is too small. Besides our wounded need tending to."

Jeffrey saluted and rode off to find General Fraser.

He found the General, seated on a rock wall, enjoying his breakfast.

"General, Baron Riedesel's compliments. He ordered me to inform you that you are expected to follow his men and turn right at the intersection. You are to take the road to Skenesboro, sir."

"Damn him!" Fraser swore in his thick Scottish accent. "Doesn't he realized we have them on the run?" 

"Yes sir. The Baron said he believes we don't have enough men to be effective and the wounded need attention, sir. He wants to reach Skenesboro by night fall."

The General shook his head. "Very well, Major. You tell the Baron I will follow. Oh and Major, you did well today. Have you eaten anything today?"

Jeffrey was ravenously hungry having eaten almost nothing this morning as they broke camp this morning. "Thank you, sir. And no, sir."

Fraser turned and grabbed a plate. "Here," he said, giving it to Jeffrey. On it two freshly baked biscuits. "My cook just finished those." He handed Jeffrey a pewter cup containing hot, strong tea. "Eat up then be on your way. There is plenty of time."

He spent the entire day in the saddle. The Baron expected to know everything and Jeffrey was the officer who he expected to find out about it. Jeffrey rode up and down the column, gathering information on the wounded, the wagons, and if General Fraser's column had closed up. The Baron wanted no straggling especially from his Germans. He wanted to prove the meddle of his men.

The pace was steady as they marched about an hour then halted for ten minutes. It seemed with each halt, Jeffrey was sent to General Fraser by the Baron to find out how things fared further down the route. 

One time Jeffrey was sent ahead of the column. The Baron wanted to know the condition of the road ahead and how much further it was to Skenesboro. Overall Jeffrey was exhausted by the time camp was reached.

Yet even then his day wasn't over. He was ordered to General Burgoyne's HQ to stand there as Baron Riedesel and General Fraser made their reports. He could feel the tension in the room between the two. Each believed they made the correct decision and the other was to blame for any failure. What amazed Jeffrey was Burgoyne's ability to paper over these differences and accent the good that had occurred in recent days. He had captured Fort Ticonderoga with minimum losses and delays; he had driven off the rebel force inflicting many losses and now the Army was together at Skenesboro, ready to move south. The General was in a great mood. 

"I have sent a report north about our capturing Ticonderoga. It should reach London in about a month, about the same time we are in Albany to meet General Howe from New York City and Colonel St. Leger from Niagara. We will stay here a day then move south to Fort Anne then Fort Edward. Nothing will stop us. Here let me read part of it to you."

'I have the honor to inform your Lordship that the enemy were dislodged from Ticonderoga and Mount Indepepence, on the 6th instant, and were driven on the same day, beyond Skenesboro on the right, and Hubbardton on the left with the loss of 128 pieces of cannon, all their armed vessels and bateaux, the greatest part of their baggage and ammunition, provision, and military stores...'

The next day was hot and muggy yet Jeffrey awoke feeling refreshed. He was still slightly stiff from all that time in the saddle and his side ached from the wound but he had slept well. His room was located in the back of Burgoyne's HQ which was in Phillip Skene's large house. Skene was the area's largest landowner and a loyalist officer who was also a volunteer aide. It was Skene who recommended that the Army advance towards Fort Anne using the road that headed south from Skenesboro.

Jeffrey had first met Skene in Quebec and he developed an immediate distrust of the man. He had met many like him, men who seems too glib, too quick with the right answer, and slippery. By advancing south along the road, the General had changed his plans to advance by Lake George, where he knew there to be a good road. Now he had only Skene's word and Jeffrey suspected that.

The kitchen was in an unattached house so Jeffrey made his way to it. There he found strong black tea, griddlecakes, biscuits, and what taste like ham. He was so tired last night that all he wanted was sleep and now he was famished. He ate his fill and left carrying a pewter mug full of hot tea. Even on this very warm morning, it tasted good.

He desperately needed to see Katrina and so he walked the short distance to the Baron's HQ. Like Burgoyne's, it was located in one of Shene's houses. Smaller, it still was large enough to house the Baron, the baroness, their children, Katrina, and his staff. Not wanting to be detained on Army business, he headed to the rear of the house, hoping to enter through the back way and find her. 

Looking into the first room, he found her. She had her back to him and was standing at a table, arraigning books for the children's lessons. She was humming a tune Jeffrey didn't recognize but most likely some Lutheran hymn. He stood quietly in the entryway and watched her.

Even in the full dress she wore, Katrina had a fine figure. Jeffrey noticed it the night of the dinner at the Acland's. That night she was dressed in a beautiful dress that truly did her figure justice, not like these everyday clothes. She was heavier than Caroline and not as tall as Nancy and her auburn hair, which fell to shoulders, added to the picture. In this heat, she had pushed the sleeves on her dress lower, showing her white and lightly freckled shoulders. Katrina tossed her head back in an effort to keep her hair from sticking to her neck. He smiled.

"Fraulien, Sie benötigen irgendeine Hilfe?"

Katrina stopped humming and visibly tighten up. "Jeffrey?"

"Yes, Katrina," he said softly.

She turned and stood staring at him for a brief moment. She then ran to him and threw her arms around him. Burying her face in his chest, she began to talk very quickly in German.

"Slow down, my dear. I can't understand you."

She stopped and looked up. Tears were running down her cheeks. She placed both hands along his face and began to kiss his lips, his cheeks, and his nose, murmuring along the time, "Meine Liebe, mein liebes, mein Liebling."

Jeffrey pulled her close and kissed on her lips. She yielded to him as she pressed against him. Never had she believed she could find the love she felt at that moment and she passionately kissed him back. They broke the kiss and held each other tight.

"Jeffrey, we heard such awful news and I was so afraid," she said not letting go.

"Didn't anyone tell you I was all right?"

"At first, no. We heard that a staff officer had been killed then a British major. There were so many rumors. It was not until the Baron returned did I know it was not you. Then he said he believed you were wounded but he believed it was not bad."

He lifted her chin. " A young staff officer, Lt. Warren was killed and Major Grant was also. I was wounded but it is just a scratch. I should have come to you when I returned but it was late and..."

"It doesn't matter. You are here now." She hugged him tightly.

Jeffrey flinched as her arms brushed his wound.

Katrina felt him tighten up. "I hurt you, your wound. Take off your coat and let me see."

"No, Katrina. It is fine."

She was already undoing his buttons. "Let me see."

Katrina helped him remove his coat and waistcoat. He lifted his shirt over his head and she gasped as she saw the wound. To him, it was a scratch but to her it was a deep, ugly reminder of war. "Mein Gott!" she said softly.

He stepped closer and held her. "It is only a scratch. The doctor says it will be fine."

She slid her hands behind his back and rested her head on his bare chest. A tingle seemed to pass through her entire body. It was the first time she had ever touched a man in this way. Her mother had tried to answer her questions about love and what it was like. Her answers were vague and seemed unhelpful at the time. She remembered one in particular. Her mother that she would know it when it came and the feeling was like no other. Katrina now knew what she meant.

She moved her hands across his back and the feeling within her grew. She lightly began to kiss his chest. 

Without breaking their embrace, Jeffrey pushed her back towards a counter. He kissed her and she kissed him back, her hands moving faster. He lifted her onto the counter and she spread her legs, allowing him to stand between them. He began to kiss her neck, sending more intense feelings through her.

"Oh, Jeffrey, oh meine liebes," she sighed as she ran her hands through his hair.

He continued to kiss her, moving down her chest. He kissed the tops of soft, full breasts and her cleavage. He looked into her face. Her look told him to continue. He slid the sleeve off her shoulder and cupped one breast, forcing it clear of her chemise. 

Katrina was becoming totally consumed by the feeling. It was like no other she ever felt. She wanted more. Suddenly voice crashed into her world.

"Katrina, Wo sind Sie, Mädchen?"

She heard it again. "Katrina?"

It was the Baroness!

Katrina quickly pushed Jeffrey away. "You must go. Now! Um Himmels willen gehen Sie!"

She straightened her dress and pulled up her chemise and sleeves. She hurried to the hallway. There she almost collided with the Baroness. "Excuse me, Baroness."

The baroness stepped and looked at Katrina. She appeared hot and flushed. "Are you alright, my child?" She looked over Katrina's shoulder into the room.

"It is the heat," Katrina explained.

"Yes it is very warm," the Baroness replied. "One should limit their excitement on days like today." She smiled.

"Yes, Baroness."

"I came to tell you that you needn't work with the children today. I will need you later." The Baroness headed back down the hallway.

Katrina returned to the room but he was gone. 

"What had just happened?" Jeffrey thought. "Or what didn't happened?"

He had escaped from irate husbands, fathers, and even one or two brothers but never from a Baroness. It was good thing there was a back door onto the porch. He had grabbed his clothes and hurried out that way, quickly ducking around the corner, luckily unseen. He dressed then nonchalantly made his way back.

All the time he was thinking. He hadn't planned for it to happen. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It happened so fast yet so naturally. In the past he would take his women anywhere; in the bedroom, a barn, in a field, the library, it didn't matter. But now with Katrina, it very much mattered where and when. When he looked into her face, he saw complete trust in it. She was willing giving herself to him and trusting him to do the right thing. There were other women who came to him with the same look but this time his reaction was different. It confused him but he believed he knew what to do.

"Lucien, how is the arm?" Jeffrey said ducking into the tent.

"Who would believe the chances of them hitting a bone at that range?" Lucien replied.

"Is it bad then?" Jeffrey said dropping himself onto a camp chair.

"No, the doctor set it, cleaned it and said it should be good as new in about 4 weeks. How are you?"

Jeffrey looked around the tent. Lucien pointed to his desk. There Jeffrey found what he was looking for. He poured both of them a glass.

"It's a little early, even for us. What is on your mind?" Lucien asked.

"I heard they are sending you back to Ticonderoga with the wounded. They need an officer in charge." Jeffrey said taking a sip.

"Not if I have anything to say," Lucien spoke angrily.

"Take it and go. Get away from here." Jeffrey leaned forward in the chair. 

"For God's sake, why?"

"This campaign has gone up the spout, Lucien. You saw the road we just marched in on and that was a good one. This new one Skene is talking about is but a wide trail. General Burgoyne is to take the whole Army, artillery, wagons, his mistress and his wine cellar, down it. It will take at least a month to move along it and he plans to be in Fort Anne in two days." Jeffrey threw his hands up and began pacing. "Go, Lucien, then go home to that sweet wife of yours. Go to her and love her before its too late." He gulped down his drink.

"Jeffrey, sit down. This isn't the real reason you're acting this way. I'm your friend, tell me." Lucien filled Jeffrey's glass.

"Alright if you must know. I have just been with Katrina at the Baron's. I met her in a back room and she look beautiful. We kissed and she offered herself to me, invited me to take her," Jeffrey said softly.

"And?"

"You know me. I've taken all kinds. Never turned one down. Old ones, young ones, fresh ones. Yet when Katrina was willing to give herself today, I hesitated."

Lucien took a drink and looked at Jeffrey in disbelief. "Why, man?"

"Oh, I want her. I want her more than I ever wanted any woman but to take her that way, in that place. It was wrong."

Lucien put down his drink and laughed loudly. It took him a few minutes to recover and then he said, " It's finally happened. Jeffrey Tremaine has found his true love and he doesn't know what to do." He laughed again. "The hunter has been trapped!"

"This isn't funny," Jeffrey pleaded. "What am I to do, Lucien?"

Lucien put his hand on Jeffrey's shoulder. "Why, marry her, of course. Do it quickly before you lose your nerve. It is not every man who gets a second chance."

After supper, Jeffrey and Katrina walked together around the camp. She had put the children to bed and he had discussed some ideas with the Baron and his staff. It was getting late but it was the first time in a while they were truly alone. They walked together just enjoying each other's company.

"Jeffrey," Katrina said softly. "Are you alright? You are very quiet. You didn't say much at supper."

"Yes, I'm alright." He put his arm around her and she moved closer.

"Is it about this morning?" she asked.

"Yes, yes it is."

"I'm so sorry," Katrina said quickly. "I have never acted like that before. I'm not like that. I never..." She tried to move away.

Jeffrey pulled her to him and kissed her. Katrina broke the kiss and looked at him. He kissed her again and this time she kissed him back.

"Oh, Katrina, I want you but not like that." He cradled her face in his hands. "I love you, more than I have ever loved anyone, meine Liebe. Please believe me."

"I love you too. I have never felt this way before but I know I do love you."

"I don't have much to offer you now. I promise all I have is yours. If you want, will you marry me?"

Katrina looked at him and paused for moment. She dreamed but never expected to find love especially not here in this wilderness. She believed she never be married unless it was arraigned by someone, a marriage of opportunity, not love. Yet right here, all her hopes and dreams were right in front of her.

"All I ask of you is you give me your heart, that is enough. Yes I will marry you." She began to cry tears of joy, tears of love. 

Jeffrey kissed her gently and kissed away her tears.



An Officer and a Gentleman-1777 Ch. 08



For the next 4 weeks, Major Tremaine never seemed to be out of his uniform. In addition, all his fears and concerns were coming true. General Burgoyne predicted the Army would be Fort Edward in 3 or 4 days. He said this on July 10 in the heady days after the fall of Ticonderoga and the small victory at Hubbardton. It was now Aug. 5 and they were finally in view of the fort's ruins. The road that Major Skene guaranteed was suitable turned out to be a nightmare. The rebels dropped trees blocking the way, dammed streams to flood low lands, and destroyed bridges across each one. Every mile needed to be repaired, widened or rebuilt. The rebels also set up ambushes and harassing fire, disrupting the work groups and delaying progress. Soon there was more infantry in the woods protecting the workers than actual workers.

The General claimed he couldn't be everywhere so he ordered Jeffrey to be his eyes and ears and report back on the progress made. So every morning he made his way down the road to be with the work crew and every evening returned with the day's report. Burgoyne remained behind at Skenesboro with the main Army and small detachments were spread out along the road. As the work progressed, the ride became longer and longer and his time in the saddle more tiring.

One particular time he returned late and went straight to the General's HQ. Burgoyne received him in his dressing gown. He was obviously occupied when Jeffrey reported.

"This better be quick, Major!" the General snapped at him.

From where Jeffrey was standing, he could see the reason. The door was left ajar and there on the bed laid Mrs. Rousseau. Only partially covered by a sheet, she rested on her elbow. Her blonde hair only covered one of her large breasts and just barely. She made no effort to cover herself when she realized that Jeffrey could see her. In fact she smiled at him.

At that moment Jeffrey hated everything about the Army. When asked his opinion back in England, he said the Army needed to cut its baggage and move fast. Instead there were wives, children, mistresses, and four post beds. He wanted to damn the General as Burgoyne slept in a fine bed with a warm, willingly woman and ate fine food. Most of all Jeffrey hated the General because of his failures it kept him from Katrina.

Since the night she agreed to marry him they hadn't been together alone for more than an hour. It was true what they said about absence makes the heart grow fonder. He found himself day dreaming about her, remembering her voice, her kisses, the softness of her skin. He dreamed of more. So much so it almost cost him his life.

One hot afternoon he sat on his horse on the British skirmish line. They had just repulsed a brisk attack and things were settling down. Major Acland who was in charge assured him that the situation was under control and there was no need for alarm. As Acland rode away, Jeffrey let his mind wander. He was exhausted so he closed his eyes for a brief moment.

A voice called out in alarm. "Sir!"

Jeffrey jerked and pulled on the reins of his horse. He felt the wind of a passing bullet as it sped by his cheek. He then heard the crack of the gun.

"That was a close'un, Sir. Begging the Major's pardon," the corporal said.

Jeffrey looked down at the soldier and smiled. "Yes, Corporal Ayres, a little too close. Carry on." He turned the horse's head and rode off.

Corporal Ayres smiled and scratched his chin. "He's a cool one, he is," he said to the private standing next to him. "And how he'd know my name?"

Now he stood before General Burgoyne making a meaningless report.

"The crew cleared and widened about 2 miles of road, sir. They also rebuilt 2 bridges. We reached Fort Anne today with the light infantry under Major Acland and drove off a rebel detachment. There is a large clearing around the ruins, sir and Major Acland has made camp there, sir."

"How is the land beyond? And the road?"

"The land is heavily wooded south of the ruins. The road is in the same condition as it was, sir. There is another road that heads to the west, towards Lake George. It is in better condition, sir."

"What are you saying, Major?"

"Nothing, sir."

At that moment a voice called from the other room. "Johnny, are you ever coming back to bed?"

The General looked at the door then Jeffrey. "I want better results tomorrow, Major. Good night." With that he left Jeffrey standing in the hallway and slammed the door shut.

Jeffrey was exhausted. He was hot, thirsty, and just wore out. He knew he should go to his room and sleep but not tonight. He had to see Katrina.

It was a full moon so he easily made his way to the Baron's HQ. He entered it through the backdoor. Katrina's room was on the ground floor in the back so he didn't have to walk far. The door was open a small amount so he quietly pushed it open. He entered slowly. He could see Katrina from the faint light of a small candle. Suddenly he realized that by being here he could easily frighten her. He stood in the middle of the room and whispered, "Katrina, its me, Jeffrey."

She sat up quickly, suddenly awake. "Jeffrey!"

"Yes, its me."

She jumped from the bed and flew to him. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him tight. He could feel her softness through her flimsy nightgown. He kissed her and she held him tighter.

Stepping back, she said, "You look exhausted. Here sit on the bed." As he did, she helped him remove his coat and waistcoat. As she bent down to help remove his boots, Jeffrey could see her full breasts gently sway. God, how he wanted to touch them!

She stood up. "Now lie back. I'll get some cool water and a cloth to wipe your face and hands." She turned for pitcher and basin.

Jeffrey lay back on to the pillow. "It feels good," he thought.

Katrina returned with the water and cloth. She looked down on his face. His eyes were closed and he was quietly breathing. She smiled and climbed in next to him. She placed her arm across his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. She gave a contented sigh as she closed her eyes.

"Gutenmorgen meine Leibe," Katrina said kissing his forehead.

Jeffrey slowly opened his eyes to see her sparkling eyes looking back at him. It took him a few second to gather his senses. "Good morning, my love," he smiled back.

She handed him a mug of hot tea. "I hope I made it like you like it."

He took a sip. "Its fine. I'm sorry about last night. I didn't know I was that tired."

"I understand. Beside at least now I can say I slept with a man." They both laughed.

Jeffrey put the mug down and pulled her on top of him. He could feel her body through the thin material. He slipped his hands down and cupped her ass. She didn't resist and pushed against him.

"My love, I am afraid," she said softly.

"Afraid of what?" Jeffrey replied. "There is nothing to be afraid of."

She kissed him lightly. "I'm afraid I will disappoint you. I love you so much yet I know nothing about pleasing a man."

"Oh, Katrina," he said wrapping his arms around her. "When the time comes, you will know what to do. You will be perfect."

Everything seemed to going in slow motion. No one seemed to be in a hurry when every one should have been. The march to Fort Edward took almost a month to accomplish. In mid-month, a detachment of slow moving German dragoons was cut to ribbons on a horse raiding expedition to the Hampshire Grants. Jeffrey was not sure why General Burgoyne refused to let him accompany the column and it was only when news came back to camp of the disaster was he allowed to ride out and guide in the survivors. It may have saved his life.

More bad news arrived on the heels of the Germans' defeat. Lord Howe who was supposed to push north up the Hudson to join this army at Albany sent news he wouldn't be coming. He was off to capture the rebel capital at Philadelphia. Colonel St. Leger who to meet Burgoyne at Albany after conquering the Mohawk valley was stopped by rebel forces and was reeling back to Fort Niagara. Instead of pushing on after crossing the Hudson north of Albany, the Army sat and waited. Waited for what, no one was sure of.

The General may have wanted to wait but there were two lovers for who the wait was too long. The Baroness as Katrina's guardian gave her blessing to her marrying Jeffrey and since that day had watched over her closely. The Baroness wanted the wedding to be held in Albany and that was it. No questions could be asked.

In the small amount of time they could steal together, it was obvious that their passion and frustration was rising. Their kisses were more passionate and they craved the touch of each other. The simple act of holding hands took on a new and more compelling effect.

Jeffrey knew that that Katrina being a virgin was the overwhelming reason that they hadn't made love yet. He smiled when he thought of other women he had been with. He never had this concern before but he wasn't going to rush things yet. She deserved more from him. He realized that possibly for the first he would truly be making love with a women who love him and it had to be right.

During the long road building, Jeffrey got to know Major John Acland quite well. With his best friend, Lucien Jackson, being wounded and set back, it seemed natural for Jeffrey to find another friend who he could converse with and share thoughts. He had spent almost all the time with Acland and had been with him during a number of skirmishes. So many that Acland trusted Jeffrey to take control of half the line numerous times. The Major joked that he wasn't too bad for a cavalry officer then in all seriousness asked if Jeffrey would like a position in the light infantry. They were short officers and he needed the help.

It wasn't too bad a time to ask Burgoyne for a new assignment. For reasons he couldn't quite fathom, Jeffrey was on the General's bad side. It could have been Baron Riedesel and the Germans. Burgoyne didn't want them in the first place and now the General could only see failures and stubbornness on their part. It didn't help Jeffrey that it was he who would usually brought the information and suggestions from the Baron to the General. Jeffrey had the feeling that his relationship with Katrina was mixed up in it all.

Then there was the Indian situation. As they left St. John's, Burgoyne was told that 1000 natives would join the expedition. As of right now less than 400 showed up and they were causing more problems than they were worth. Many were slipping away. Again Jeffrey was somehow involved in this too so when he went to the General he was happy to let him go.

"Of course, Major," he said. "A chance to get out from under this staff, eh? Very well but it is just temporary. I still may need you to straighten out those damn Germans. I know you are well liked over there."

Since crossing the river the light infantry was in contact with this every day. Each day there were less and less Indians available, as they seemed to melt away over night. This meant the infantry had to do the scouting and as the days passed, more and more rebels were gathering. There were few clearings that broke up the deep woods that surrounded the road along the Hudson. It was from these that Jeffrey and Acland could deploy their men and drive back the rebels. It was in the woods where the rebels did the pushing back.

Jeffrey found himself dining with the Aclands on a regular basis. It was here that he was able to spend time with Katrina. Lady Harriett Acland and Katrina had grown to be great friends over the last month. Katrina had convinced the Baroness Riedesel to allow her 3 children to play with the Acland girl. This was a help to Lady Acland as she was pregnant and the girl they employed to help out with their daughter had run away. One more child wasn't a burden to Katrina.

Jeffrey and Katrina were able be together at least at dinner. They would sit next to each other and touch each other under the table. It was Katrina who was growing bolder as she placed her hand on his knee one night. A few nights she had moved to his thigh. Jeffrey's look of surprise made her smile.

It was that very evening that trouble on the picket line caused Major Acland to be called away and a concern about one of the Riedesel's children that required Katrina's presence, leaving Jeffrey and Lady Harriett alone.

"So, Major Tremaine," Lady Harriett began. "Katrina is a very remarkable young lady. My mother and I have grown very fond of her. She has become like a younger sister to me."

"She speaks very highly of you also," Jeffrey replied.

"She is the daughter of Count and Countess von Buskirk. Isn't he related to the King of Prussia?"

"Yes, he is." Jeffrey didn't elaborate or change his expression.

"I see," she said sipping her wine.

Jeffrey waited impatiently for the next question.

"She absolutely adores you, Major. You are very lucky but she is afraid she will disappoint you. She is very naive, you know." She didn't wait for his reply. "She has asked many questions and I hoped I have eased her mind about such things."

"I thank you, Lady Harriett."

"I know of your reputation with the ladies, Major Tremaine, and I hope your intentions are honorable."

Jeffrey smiled at her. "You may rest easy. What is in my past is done. I truly love Katrina. There is no question in my mind." 

"And what of my cousin, Nancy Fox? I believe there were rumors a wedding or such."

Jeffrey thought carefully before he answered. "There were never real plans between Miss Fox and me. That was a long time ago and though I had feelings for her, I don't think I loved her, or she, me. I now know what love is. Now may I ask you a question?"

"It depends on the question, Major?" she answered defensively.

"Why did she marry Sir Digby Strange?"

Lady Harriett laughed quietly. "From your question it is clear you don't know Nancy now. There has always been a cold streak inside her. You know her parents, though not poor, were not wealthy so she wanted more. At first it was love then money, prestige but that changed. Perhaps your title impressed her too. She became more interested in money and prestige, being important in society. Her marriage to Sir Digby has given her that." She took another sip of wine. "And the answer to your next question is I don't believe she loves him but many years ago she did love you."

Major Acland rushed into the room. "Tremaine, we are moving to the attack tomorrow! There is a lot we need to do."

Jeffrey stood and bowed. "By your leave, Lady Harriett. It has been most informative." He followed Acland out, not seeing Katrina by the other doorway.

"Major Tremaine," Baron Riedesel said. "It is good to see you. It has been a long time."

"Yes, Herr Baron," Jeffrey replied.

"I suppose you have heard the General has decided to attack the Americans today."

"Yes, Herr Baron."

"Then you know my men are assigned to the far left. We are to guard the bridges and the camp." He shook his head. "We are to do nothing." The Baron stood up and walked around the table. "You must have done something very bad to be sent back to me."

"I don't know, Baron, but I'm glad to be back."

"Well, Major, we shall see."

The firing on the far right grew in intensity all afternoon. The dirty smoke rose above the tree line yet from their position along the river road, the German left wing knew nothing of what was happening. No orders or messages arrived from headquarters. No information was received.

The waiting, the not knowing irritated Jeffrey. He mounted his horse, rode a little, and then dismounted trying to get any information from the battle sounds. "Baron, Request permission to ride to find General Burgoyne, sir."

"Nein, Major. In do time." The Baron was seated in a camp chair, eating a cold sausage. On the table beside him a map was unfolded. "From the sound it seem the fighting is near the far ravine." He stuck a greasy finger at the map. "General Fraser should be able to handle it."

As the Baron finished eating, the sounds of gunfire increased. Not only in volume but it seemed nearer. Jeffrey walked over to his horse. The Baron had risen from his seat and walked over to where Jeffrey stood. "Perhaps, it is time, Major. Go and find General Burgoyne and see if he has any orders for us."

"Yes, sir!" Jeffrey saluted and mounted up. He spurred his horse and rode hard towards the firing. He found what appeared to be a farmer's lane that led up a ravine. He made a mental note it was wide enough for a column to navigate. The gunfire grew louder as he rode further up the lane. The woods were thinning out, as it appeared that there was an open field at the top of the hill.

He suddenly burst into the open and violently reined his horse to a halt. The chestnut bay skidded on the dry grass. The entire scene played out in front of him. The British line seemed to be in tatters with small groups of men still firing. One battalion had fixed bayonets and was charging into the melee. The rebel line overlapped the thin red line and threatened to flank it. If it did then the center would collapse and Army would be split in two. For only a brief moment he sat on his horse, weighing his decision. The Baron needed to bring his Brunswickers on the double before was too late. He gave one last look and turned his horse. A bullet whizzed by him as he rode off.

There wasn't going to be enough time, Jeffrey thought. By the time he returned and the Germans formed up, the rebels will have smashed the center and won the day. Then the bridges would be all important. He reached the end of the trail and turned onto the river road. He was pushing his horse hard, wasting no time. Up ahead he could hear singing. Those damn hymns!

Jeffrey jerked his horse to a halt. "Wo ist der Baron, Colonel?"

"Organisieren Sie die Spalte, Major. Was sind Ihre Aufträge?" Colonel von Specht replied.

"Follow me, on the double, there is no time to lose!"

The column followed Jeffrey on the trail to the top of the ravine. Reaching the open field, Colonel von Specht needed no further orders from Jeffrey. He could see for himself. He deployed his regiment into line and the two following regiments did also. The German artillery unlimbered and opened fire immediately.

The Baron rode up to Jeffrey who was mounted just behind the guns.

"It seems we have arrived in the nick of time, Herr Major," the Baron smiled. "Time to give these rebels some cold steel." He pointed his baton. He shouted above the roar, "Weiterleiten an der halben Schritt Marsch!"

The drums rolled and the line moved forward in precise step. The late afternoon gleamed off the polished bayonets as the blue coated men moved forward. No hymns were sung this time, just grim silence with only the noise of footsteps to be heard. The men marched forward in deadly earnest. The line halted within 20 yards of the rebels who were desperately trying to refuse their flank to meet the oncoming assault. The line fired as one and then with a deep manly shout charged.

As at Hubbardton, Jeffrey felt his pulse racing and he rode forward just behind the lines. The sounds of the battle were like music to his ears. "Come on, lads, forward," he yelled though no one could hear him. His blood was up and he didn't even notice when a bullet hit the pummel of his saddle, just inches from him. Rebel riflemen were targeting officers especially those on horseback yet none had hit Jeffrey. He rode back and forth, constantly in motion, cheering the men on.

Suddenly the fighting seemed to stop. The rebel flank was turned and their line broke. They didn't flee in disorder but retreated in an organized withdrawal from the field. The riflemen covered their retreat. The Germans were exhausted from their rapid advance up the ravine and were in no condition to push forward. Many officers were down and it would take time to organize the regiments for a pursuit.




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The Baron appeared and Jeffrey rode over to him. Saluting he said, "The field is ours, sir. The rebels are retreating."

"Thank you, Major. You know you must take better care of yourself."

"The men must see us, Herr Baron," Jeffrey replied.

"Agreed," the Baron said. He placed his hand on Jeffrey's shoulder. "With your scarlet coat and your actions, someone may mistake you for General Burgoyne!"

Jeffrey left the Baron and rode slowly across the battlefield. Now after the fighting when he had calmed down, he was appalled by the sights. The death were everywhere, in various stiff poses but the wounded gave the field a sort of crawling effect as they moved about. The sight of so many dead British officers dismayed him. The thought suddenly came to him. All officers were being targeted. He finally noticed his saddle pommel and a chill swept over him. Kill the head and the body dies. That thought troubled him.

He saw an officer walking towards him. He was holding his hat in his hand and wiping his forehead.

"Acland! John Acland!" Jeffrey shouted riding towards him. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Tremaine but barely. Do you have any water?" Acland was sweaty and his face covered in black soot. Blood was splattered on his pants.

Jeffrey handed him his canteen. "Are you hit?"

Acland looked at his pants. "No, that's poor FitzMorris' blood." He took a swig from the canteen. "It was murder today, bloody murder. All my officers were hit except two. It was murder."

Jeffrey dismounted. "As long as you're all right. Let's walk back to our lines."

The General waved a letter to the gathering of officers. "This is from General Clinton. He has taken Fort Montgomery on the Hudson and he is only 45 miles south of Albany. The letter is dated 2 weeks ago. He must be closer than that now."

"That's good news, General," General Phillips said, "but I don't see the rebel army growing weaker. Our prisoners say General Arnold has arrived and more reinforcements are on the way."

General Fraser spoke up. "Phillips is right. We need to follow up today's success and attack tomorrow, while they are still disorganized."

"No," Burgoyne replied, banging the table for effect. "We will gather our dead and wounded and wait till we hear from Clinton. We will husband our strength and then strike in conjunction with his forces. I know we all want to be in Albany soon but we must wait on more news. Dismissed."

As Jeffrey left the room he overheard Phillips whispering to Fraser, "At this rate, the only way we'll see Albany is a prisoners."



An Officer and a Gentleman-1777 Ch. 09



So the Army sat and waited. It waited for some word or sign that General Clinton was coming closer. Instead what it got was signs that Fall was here in all its splendor. The leaves turned bright yellows and reds and the nights were cooler. It also meant winter was coming with all the horrors it would bring if this Army were forced to winter where it was.

There were other signs. Signs that the American Army was growing in size and strength. Across the Hudson bands of men could be seen gathering daily. A rumor spread that the rebels had retaken Ticonderoga. Whether it was true or not didn't matter as the last Indians left when the rumors reached the camp.

Food and supplies were running short. The commissary officer, the husband of General Burgoyne's mistress claimed there were enough supplies for 30 days. A quick inventory found enough for less than two weeks. The General was running out of options.

Jeffrey leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He looked around the small room and considered himself lucky as he wasn't in a tent. He was cleaning out items in his desk and making a list of his belonging. In the past few days he had grown very despondent about his situation and his future. The Army was in a bad way and he didn't see any way there could be a good ending. Food was beginning to run scarce as it was impossible for foraging parties to gather any from the surrounding area. Though he still had dinners with the General or the Riedesels or the Aclands, they had become tedious and predictable. Everyone trying hard to put on a good face though it was obvious it wasn't working. Even the food served at those tables was simple fare. Because of the ladies' presence, talk about the military situation was taboo. Since no news of any sort had reached the Army, the topics were sorely limited. Stories and gossip had been repeated over and over.

The last time he heard from home was when they were at Montreal. He received one letter from his father, which caught him up on the family. His sister was pregnant again making it number three. Of all the women in his life after his mother his sister Sarah was the closest. She was his confidant, the one he told everything too. He wrote her about Katrina and entrusted the letter to Lucien. Since he was returning home after his wounding, Jeffrey felt it would get delivered. He wanted to talk to Sarah, to tell her all about his love, and to share his joy. Despite of his confident attitude, Sarah knew him well and was his sheet anchor. If she were here now, she would clear away his dark mood.

There was very little said in his father's letter about Caroline. His Lordship said he was now living in the London house with Sarah and her husband as Parliament was in session and Caroline did not accompany him as of yet, She was going to arrive some what later in time for the social season. Remembering what he said to her when he left, Jeffrey felt she had already found another.

Yesterday he found Nancy's locket. He held it in his hand for a few moments then carefully put it in a small box. He wrapped it in brown paper, placed a small note inside and brought it to Lady Harriett Acland.

"Lady Harriett, would you please see that this package gets to your cousin, Nancy."

"Why, Major, you can deliver it yourself. I'm sure she wouldn't mind," Lady Harriett said attempting to give it back.

"No," he replied, "It would be better for all if you did. Thank you." 

He took a sip of the rum he had on his desk. It had reached this point that all that was left to drink was rum. In the mood he was in, it was better than nothing. "Damn," he said out loud, "How did it get to this?"

Katrina and he were so deeply in love that it threatened to tear them apart. The longer apart they were, the more frustrated Jeffrey felt. The short time together was never enough and they were never alone. It was getting so he didn't want to see her. "How could this be?" he asked himself. All he wanted was to take her away from this madness, to be alone together, without any cares and to love her. It seemed like it was never to be. What she said yesterday was eating him up inside. 

They found themselves alone along the river and they sat on a fallen log. They kissed and as they did, Katrina became more passionate. She attempted to push his coat off his shoulders. When Jeffrey broke the embrace and looked at her, she quickly stood up and walked away. Jeffrey followed her and slid his arms around her.

She looked skyward and sighed. "We are never going to get to Albany, are we?" she asked.

"No, I don't believe so," he answered.

She turned in his arms. "Then why must we wait? Two people like us who are so much in love, it is only right."

"Do you know what you are saying? Katrina?"

"Oh my love, I do," she exclaimed. 

Jeffrey stood back. "You are a virgin and your first time should be special, not something dirty and sorted. There should a big bed and clean sheets. This is not the place. You shouldn't wear a green gown. You deserve better."

"Don't you understand, Jeffrey? It is not the place, it is the person. You will make it special. I feel as if I will burst if I don't have you!" Tears began to well up in her eyes.

"And what if you become with child and something happens to me. I'll not put you through that. Your mother..."

"My mother knew the price and so do I." Katrina moved close and hugged him. "I know and I love you so much."

Jeffrey kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. "Why did we have to meet here, this place, this time? I love you so."

"Begging the Major's pardon, sir," a young lieutenant stammered.

Without letting go, Jeffrey sighed. "Yes what is it?"

"Begging the Major's pardon but General Burgoyne requests your presence, sir."

Jeffrey looked at Katrina and sighed.

"It's alright," she smiled.

"Tell the General I'll be up."

"Is it true?"

Jeffrey jumped up, startled. "Katrina?"

She was standing in the doorway dressed in a blue riding cloak. She stepped into the room, dropping the hood. Her auburn hair framed her face. "Is it true?" she asked.

He walked to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "What are you doing here? Sit down and is what true?"

She sat on the bed. "Is it true the Army is going to attack tomorrow?"

Jeffrey stood down and took her hands. "Yes, it is," he said softly.

Katrina pushed the cloak off her shoulders. Underneath she was wearing only her thin dressing gown. Removing the cloak caused it to slip off one shoulder. "Then I need to give you this." With that she reached behind her neck and undid the clasp of a gold chain. The chain held a gold cross. She removed it. "I want you to have this. My mother gave this to me when I was young. Please take it."

"No, Katrina, I can't. It must be very special to you."

"It is and that is why you must take it."

Without another word, Jeffrey unbuttoned his shirt and Katrina stood up. She placed the chain around his neck and fastened it. As she finished, she slowly slid her hands across his bare chest. Her fingers lightly caressed his nipples. Suddenly she turned, "I must go now!"

Jeffrey grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. He kissed her and her mouth yielded, allowing him in.

Her hands moved to his shoulders and pushed his shirt back. She flattened herself against his chest, feeling his warmth through the fabric. Her hands caressed his back.

Jeffrey slid her gown off her shoulder, exposing her breasts. He cupped one as he kissed her neck. It felt full in his hand.

Katrina tossed her head back and let out a long slow moan. Her body felt alive and craved his touch. She put her hand on the back of his head, pushing lower.

Reaching her breasts, he paused. They were white and creamy with large areolas. Her nipples stood slightly erect, begging to be sucked. He lightly kissed one. Then placing lips around it, he sucked it into his mouth, flicking at the nipple with his tongue. With his other hand, Jeffrey pinched her other nipple.

The sensation coursed through her body. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into him. "O mein Gott!," she moaned. She wantonly moved her hips. Katrina was experiencing feelings she had never felt before. New and wonderful sensations swept over her. She wanted more.

Jeffrey pushed the gown past her hips and it fell leaving her naked. The feeling only made her more excited. Her hands ran through his hair, across his back, and to his ass. Her breaths became shorter as he continued to work her breasts. His pants became an unwanted barrier between them. Frantically she undid his buttons and pushed his pants down. He stepped out of them. He was now as naked as she.

He gently lifted her off her feet and carried her to bed. He set her down and then lay next to her on his side. Jeffrey looked over her naked body. "Good Lord," he thought, "she is beautiful."

He kissed her hard and she kissed him back. The tongues met in furious pace. As they kissed, he moved his hand down her soft belly reaching between her legs. She moaned through their kiss as he did and lifted her hips to him. Moving through her soft hair, he slid one finger along her damp crack. He pushed it in, past the first knuckle.

Katrina's eyes flew open as the new sensation hit her. "O mein Gott, O Gott!" she groaned. 

He slid a second finger in and began to move them in and out. He took his thumb and pressed it against the erect nub at the top of her lips. He rubbed it gently at first then increased the pressure as his fingers moved faster.

Katrina's hips moved on their own in rhythm with him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, hanging on as these new sensations built throughout her. She was breathing faster and her moans became louder. The feeling grew, spread from between her legs to all over her body. When Jeffrey began to kiss one of her nipples, the feeling became too much.

"O ja! O Gott!" she cried out, clamping her legs together. "O mein Gott!"

Jeffrey held her tight and lightly kissed her lips, her forehead, and her cheeks. "Siene gut, meine Liebe," he whispered as he stroked her hair.

The most wonderful feeling had just swept over Katrina. She couldn't put words to it. The feeling was like no other she ever experienced and she knew she wanted more.

He raised himself up and moved between her legs. With his legs, he spread hers apart. With one hand he reached down and grabbed his erect cock. He moved it up and down up her opening, making it wetter. He paused at the entrance and he felt her become tense. "Entspannen Sie sich meine Liebe," he said, "Die ich leicht bin." He pushed the head in. 

Her eyes widened. It felt bigger than his two fingers. For a second she panicked, not sure if she could take it. She looked into his eyes and the panic left her. "Ja, meine Liebe," she smiled.

Jeffrey pushed just the head in and Katrina gasped. He slid in more until he felt resistance. He smiled, "Entspannen". She nodded and put her hands on his back. He pushed and felt her give way.

Katrina grimaced and sucked in her breath. It hurt but less than she expected. Instead the pain was quickly replaced by the exquisite feeling of being completely fill. She raised her head and kissed him.

He began to move in and out of her. Slowly at first but as her hips began to move with his, he increased the speed. She moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss.

She was very tight and gripped his cock like a velvet vise. He moved faster as the feeling grew for him. Katrina was matching him, repeating, "Oh, oh, oh," as she did.

Unlike before, the sensations she was feeling were different, stronger, better. She didn't want them to stop but craved for their release. When they did, she dug her fingers into his back and cried out in joy. It was the most wondrous feeling she had ever felt. Her mother was right.

When Katrina came, Jeffrey could no longer hold back. He groaned and thrusted into her, filling her with his seed. He collapsed on top of her. 

For a few minutes, they laid together, holding each other and regaining their breath. He rolled off of her, pulling her to him. Katrina rested her head on his chest, lightly kissing it. She looked up at him and smiled. A million things were going through her head. Tonight she was no longer a girl but a woman, a woman who was deeply in love. She wanted this crazy world to go away and leave just the two of them. If only for tonight then it must be. She closed her eyes and sighed contently.

The fighting was much more furious than it was the last time. Each side was deeply in earnest and knew the stakes were high. The British Army had to break through and clear the road to Albany. Anything less would lead to disaster. The American Army knew that to deny the British their goals could only lead to complete victory and the possible surrender of the enemy. Each side fought in desperation to attain their wanted outcome.

As usual, Jeffrey was fully involved and his adrenalin flowed. He rode behind the firing line delivering messages from General Burgoyne to his officers and encouraged the men as he did. It was as if by his own will he could carry the men to victory.

He found Major Acland covering the flank with his light infantry. "Hot work, Johnny!" Jeffrey shouted as he rode up.

"Yes, Jeffrey, it can't last long," Acland replied.

"How goes it?" Jeffrey asked.

"There seems to be swarms of them. They even have men in the trees," Acland gestured towards the woods in front.

"Do you think you can hold?"

"As long as it stays this way. If they throw in more men, it may be difficult."

"I'll inform the General," Jeffrey said. He held out his hand. "Good luck!"

Acland took it. "Thank you and Godspeed."

As the battle continued, it was obvious that it was reaching a point where one side would break. Jeffrey was riding with General Burgoyne when the first bad news arrived.

"General Fraser has been hit, General," a young officer reported. "I fear the wound is mortal."

The General sat on his horse and made no reply. It was as if he hadn't heard the message. Jeffrey rode up next to him and heard his aide de camp say. "General Fraser is down, General. What are your orders?"

Before the General could answer another messenger appeared. "Beg to report, sir. The light companies on the right are about to give way. Major Acland is down and Capt. Osborne requests reinforcements."

This message seemed to revive the General. He turned in his saddle. "Major Tremaine, ride to the right and take command there. You must hold." He turned to the aide de camp and began to give orders but Jeffrey didn't hear them, he was already galloping away.

The rebel riflemen under Colonel Morgan were taking a devastating total on British officers. One had already shot General Fraser and the officers of the Royal Artillery were all down, killed or wounded. To be an officer made one a target, to be an officer on horseback was an invitation for death.

"Hey, Kelly," a soldier yelled up to Michael Kelly who was perched in the tree above. "That officer's back."

"Which one?" Kelly shouted down.

"The one on the chestnut with the white blaze on its face."

Kelly look across the field. There he saw the officer riding behind the lines. He remembered the chestnut. He had no idea who the officer was but he seemed to be everywhere. He must be important.

He saw the same officer in the last fight. The only scarlet coat in a sea of blue coated Germans. He fired two shots at him that day. The first missed by a wide margin but he could have sworn the second one didn't. He knew he wouldn't miss this time. He rested his long rifle on a limb and held his breath. He squeezed the trigger and fired.

Jeffrey sat on his horse and took in the situation. What Major Acland predicted was taking place. The rebels were feeding more and more reinforcements into the fight and by pure weight of numbers were overwhelming the line. "Capt. Osborne, report," He barked. 

"The enemy is flanking us on the right while pushing hard on our center. Without reinforcements, I don't think we can hold them, sir."

"I see, Captain," Jeffrey began. Suddenly a tremendous force struck him in the middle of his chest. He felt himself being lifted from the saddle and a sensation of floating came over him. Then everything went black. 

"Major! Major!" a voice seemed to calling him from far away. Suddenly he opened his eyes and gasped. He needed air but he couldn't catch his breath. Jeffrey struggled but finally was able to get some. He rolled onto all fours and coughed into his hand. No blood, Thank God!

"Major, can you stand, sir?" Corporal Ayres put his arm around him and helped him to his feet. The world spun before his eyes and he almost fell. "Here, let me help you, sir." Ayres led him to his horse, which stood patiently waiting. He helped him aboard. "Can you ride, sir?" 

Jeffrey nodded but it was plain to see he was in no condition to. 

"We must get out of here, sir," Ayres said and he took hold of the bridle. He pulled and the horse followed, carrying Jeffrey draped over its neck.

All around was chaos. The British line had been broken and it was every man for himself. In his clouded mind, Jeffrey could see red-coated men retreating quickly, falling back, and breaking for the rear. It was a sight he never thought he ever see.



An Officer and a Gentleman-1777 Ch. 10



By the time Ayres got Jeffrey back to camp, the Major had recovered from the shock of being hit. As he dismounted, he shook his head and cleared the cobwebs. 

"Are you sure that you are alright, sir." Ayres asked. "That was a nasty one."

"Yes, Ayres, I'm alright," Jeffrey replied. "And thank you, Corporal. I won't forget this."

"Just doing what was right, sir. It is too bad about Major Acland."

Jeffrey looked at the Corporal. He knew Acland had been hit but he didn't know how badly. "What about the Major. Is he dead?"

"No, sir, I don't think so but he fell between us and the rebels. We tried to get him but couldn't. I believe he was taken prisoner."

"Thank you, Ayres. I think you better find your battalion. They are going to need you."

As Ayres headed off, Jeffrey looked around. The camp was full of confusion. Soldiers were milling around, looking for their units, women and children were running everywhere, some screaming, others looking for their men. At this moment he was just a spectator watching events around him.

He coughed and felt the pain in his chest. His whole body ached and he still felt woozy. He still was unclear what had happened. Looking at his chest, he noticed that brass shield on his baldric had been struck by a ball. It was located directly in the center of his chest and now had a large dent in it. He slipped the baldric over his head and examined it. The ball had hit it almost dead center and even though it didn't penetrate it, it did dent it. He opened his coat then his shirt. The skin wasn't broken but there was a large bruise. He checked the cross Katrina had given him. Even though it took some of the force, it wasn't damaged. She was right; it did bring him good luck.

It didn't take much to realize that the Army had taken a major defeat and had failed to break through the American lines. There were only two options left; retreat as quickly as possible hoping to reach Ticonderoga or surrender. With each passing hour, it was obvious that this Army could not gather itself together and retreat quickly. Surrender was becoming the only option left.

Jeffrey decided above all things that he must find Katrina. The Army be damned at this time. He hurried to Riedesel's HQ but found only confusion there. General Fraser had been brought here and he lay dying in a front room being cared for by the Baroness. Katrina could not be found there so he hurried over to see if she was with Lady Acland.

There he found confusion of a different sort. Major Acland had been taken prisoner after his wounding and a flag of truce had been sent to Lady Acland telling her of his plight. She decided she must go to him and was preparing to do so. Jeffrey found Katrina helping her pack and taking care of the Acland's daughter. He pulled her aside.

She hugged him. "Oh thank God, you're alright. I heard such terrible things."

"I'm alright but there is no time to waste. You must get away from here." Jeffrey said holding her at arm's length.

"But why, my love? I should remain with you."

"Listen," he pleaded. "Things here are only going to get worse. There is most likely going to one more battle and we cannot win it. The safest place for you is with Lady Acland and the Americans."

"I don't understand," Katrina said shaking her head.

"Trust me darling. It is the right thing. I only want your safety. I know Lady Harriett won't object. I think she will welcome you. I will smooth it out with the Baroness. Please Katrina." Jeffrey hugged her tight.

"I will go only because you think it right but..." 

Jeffrey cut her off by kissing her. "Remember, I love you Katrina."

The rain had let up for the time being but there still rumbles of thunder rebounding off the mountains. Sporadic artillery fire competed with it. A loaded coach made its way slowly along the river road. Inside were Lady Acland, her mother, her daughter, and Katrina, each in a heavy riding cloak and riding in silence. Despite the light rain, Katrina's gloved hand was outside the coach holding the hand of her love. Jeffrey decided to accompany the coach as far as he could. He knew this was the right thing to do but pain it was causing was almost unbearable. They hadn't spoken as he helped her into the coach and had said nothing since. 

"Halt, who goes there?" a nasally voice called out in the dark.

"Lady Acland and party. We have a pass," Jeffrey answered.

An officer in a faded blue coat stepped forward. "Advance and be recognized."

Jeffrey dismounted. He grimaced as the pain shot through him. He was bruised from the shot and falling from the horse. His body ached but he needed to be strong, to finish this. He walked to the officer. "Here is a safe pass from General Burgoyne. Your General Gates has agreed to it. In the coach is Lady Acland, her daughter, Lady Fox-Strange, and the Countess von Buskirk. It has all been arraigned."

"I see," said the officer, "And who are you?"

"I am Major Tremaine, General Burgoyne's staff."

"And you are not accompanying them?" the officer asked.

"No. This is as far as I go."

"Very well. Everything seems to be in order. They may pass."

Jeffrey walked back to the coach and leaned in the window. "Everything is taken care of, Lady Acland," he said. "May I speak to Katrina before you go?"

"Of course, Major."

He helped Katrina down from the coach. "Here is L50 and a letter of credit, it should help. Also here is a letter of introduction and the address of my sister's home in London. When you reach England, make your way there; I will be waiting for you. Stay with Lady Acland. You will be safe."

Katrina threw her arms around him. "I have waited all my life to find my love and now I must leave you. I can't." She looked up at him. The rain on her face hid her tears.

"You must, my love. We will be together again. I promise." He slid his ring, the one with the family crest, off his finger. He removed her glove and slid it on her finger. "It is yours as much as it is mine."

"Oh meine Liebe!" She kissed him and then quickly re-entered the coach.

Jeffrey banged on the coach's side. "Driver, drive on!" 

"Good of you to join us, Major," General Burgoyne said as Jeffrey slipped into the room. He addressed the others. "It is obvious that yesterday did not go as well as I hoped. Therefore there is only one option left. This Army will fall back to Ticonderoga and regroup there."

"Retreat?" said Baron Riedesel.

"Not a retreat, my dear Baron," the General corrected him. "A withdrawal to regroup and reorganize."

"I've heard the rebels have retaken Ticonderoga," General Phillips added.

"We have heard nothing definite so we must believe we still hold it." Burgoyne placed two letters on the table. "I have written two letters, one to General Clinton in New York and the other to the commander at Ticonderoga. The one to Clinton is to inform him that we can't reach Albany and the other is to inform the commander of Ticonderoga we are coming. Needless to say, this will be very dangerous and I can't order any one to carry them."

Lt. Daniel Taylor, 9th Regiment, stepped forward. "I'll go, sir."

"Very good. Here is the New York letter. Any others?" 

Jeffrey couldn't believe what he was saying, "I'll take it, sir." He reached out and took the remaining letter.

"Good, good," the General said. "All is set then. The Army will move tomorrow morning. Anything else?" No one answered. "Good, time is important. Dismissed."

The General turned to Jeffrey and Lt. Taylor. "What you are undertaking will be difficult but extremely important. You must get through. Good luck." He shook their hands.

"So, Major, I'm volunteering, sir?" Corporal Ayres stood in front of Jeffrey.

"Yes, Corporal, you are." Jeffrey replied. "I need a good man with me and I thought of you. You need a full haversack, canteen, and a blanket roll. The only weapons you will need are a tomahawk and knife. I will give you one of my pistols. Go to the hospital and get a coat from one of Loyalist wounded. Green, brown, black, it doesn't matter. Be back here as soon as possible. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Ayres saluted and left.

Jeffrey looked around the room. He had packed and labeled his trunk and made sure everything was ready to be loaded on to the HQ's wagons. All his personal effects he carried in his pocket. Surprising there was very little. He only had the one letter from home and a few keepsakes. He had packed very little except for his uniforms. He was bringing his best one with him, wrapped in his blanket roll. He wasn't sure why but it seemed the right one to bring.

He saw Lt. Taylor off about an hour ago. Taylor had decided to go dressed as a poor farmer hoping he could pass as one. Jeffrey had decided against that. Except for not wearing his scarlet coat, he was going as a British officer carrying dispatches. It might lessen his chances of getting through but if he was captured it would be as an officer, not a spy.

He was satisfied. He sat down on the trunk and waited. As he did he had a few minutes to think. He felt that having Katrina go with Lady Acland was the right move. It got her away from here and as long as she was with her she would be able to return to England. There they would be reunited.

As to undertaking this, he had no clear reason. It wasn't a death wish. No it was something he couldn't explain to himself. Perhaps he just felt he had to get away. 

Corporal Ayres appeared at the door, startling him. "Ready, sir."

"Good," Jeffrey said rising from the trunk. He looked the Corporal over. "Very good. Here is my pistol. Take good care of it. Let's be off."

Before they could, a man blocked his way. "Captain Billy! What are you doing here?"

Captain Billy was one of the braves who accompanied Jeffrey on the scout to Fort Ticonderoga. "Heard, you need guide. I guide."

How Billy had heard was a mystery but here he was. Jeffrey had believed all the natives had left but here was one who didn't. "Very well, we can use you."

The three men slipped into the gathering darkness.

A lot of things became obvious within the first hour of their trek. There were large numbers of rebel troops in the area and it was almost impossible to be any where near the roads as there were patrols on them. Without Billy's help, the two British soldiers would not have gone far without being captured. It was also plain to see that Burgoyne's plan of marching to Ticonderoga was not going to happen. Even if the Fort hadn't fallen into American hands, there were too many rebels for the Army to just brush aside.

The men swung west in a wide arc to avoid being found. The nights were getting colder but they decided no fires until they reached Ticonderoga. If it had fallen, then they would push on to Crown Point with no fires until then. The second night there was a heavy frost with rime on the grass and ice on the edges of streams. They forded the upper Hudson, chest deep, and because of the cold, they moved all night. By morning they were exhausted but pushed on until the sun was high in the sky. Then they stopped and rested, the sun warming their bodies.

By the morning of the fifth day, they were on Rattlesnake Mountain, the same mountain Jeffrey had climbed on his scout. They were about halfway to the summit, as they feared there might be an outpost on the top. As the sun cleared the eastern hills, it was plain that the British no longer held the fort.

"Now what, sir?" Ayres asked.

"We push on to Crown Point." Jeffrey answered.

"Begging the Major's pardon but can we rest here?" Ayres wondered. "It seems like we failed, through no fault of our own, sir and the need to hurry, well."

Jeffrey looked across to the Fort. As the sun rose higher, it made things clearer. He cursed under his breath. Ayres was right, no need to hurry. He turned to the two men. "All right, we rest until night." 

"Corporal, wake up!" Jeffrey shook Ayres' shoulder. "Wake up!"

The corporal sat up quickly. "What is it, sir?"

"Billy is gone. We better get moving quick."

"Sir, he took my haversack. Damn thievin' redskin!" Ayres cursed.

"Thank God that's all he took. It could have been your scalp. Let's go."

The two men headed off. The sun had just set behind the mountain and it was getting dark very fast.

"Sir, Begging your pardon but do you know where you're goin'?"

Jeffrey nodded. They would have cross the road then ford a small river, staying out of sight from the bridge. After that it was the outpost at Mt. Hope. From there it would have to be the road to Crown Point. It was risky but what choice did they have.

Another concern entered his mind. What if Captain Billy went the garrison and told them there were two British messengers with dispatches in the woods headed north? The whole group would be alerted and on the lookout for them.

It was two days, at least to Crown Point. They would have to move quietly but quickly.

It took three days to reach Crown Point. During the day the road was filled with traffic, mostly wagons. Jeffrey noticed the wagons went north towards Crown Point empty but returned full. It could only mean one thing. The rebels had taken it but were now abandoning it, or leaving a small detachment there. It didn't matter. It was almost seven days to the fort at St John's by foot. He didn't know if there were trails or roads that ran north. The loss of Ayres' haversack meant they be out of food by then. Their best hope was to find a canoe, a small boat or even a raft. If they didn't they might not make it.

For the past week Katrina had kept herself quite busy. Lady Acland had tended to her husband who was wounded in both legs. Luckily no bones were broken and even though infection was a possibility, with each day the chances of that dropped. There were also a number of wounded German prisoners and Katrina found herself acting as a nurse to many of them. Some of boys were so young that it made her cry to see them suffer. Every day she put on her best smile and clean clothing hoping to comfort them with her presence.

Jeffrey was right. The Americans treated them with utmost respect and kindness. The fact that she was a Countess and the others Ladies seemed to impress them. Already they had dined with the rebel General Gates who told them tales of his time in the British Army.

There were rumors swirling around the camp that Burgoyne had asked for terms of surrender. If this were true, then Jeffrey would be with her again. Every night she prayed for his safety but tonight she was troubled. She couldn't explain the feeling but something was wrong. She prayed harder tonight than she ever did.

Jeffrey and the corporal crouched in the bushes a few yards from the group that sat around a roaring fire. It was a mixed group of rebel militia and some Indians. They were cooking some game over the fire and the wind carried the aroma to where Jeffrey and Ayres waited. The corporal's stomach growled loudly. Jeffrey turned and gave him a dirty look. More importantly Jeffrey could see behind the group some canoes pulled up on the beach. Most of the group was drinking and Jeffrey hoped they get careless. They would wait until things got quiet and then make their move.

It seemed that time stood still. Finally the Indians moved away from the fire and bedded down. It wasn't long afterwards that the last militiaman nodded. Ayres wanted to move then but Jeffrey shook his head. They waited.

Finally it was time. Staying clear of the firelight, they moved towards the canoe furthest away. Carefully they made their way until they reached it. Jeffrey took the lead and waded into the water, pulling the canoe in. Ayres lifted his end off the gravel so it won't make any noise. Suddenly a brave appeared not ten yards away. They froze.

The brave relieved himself into the lake. He turned to head back to the fire. He looked their way and said something. Not receiving an answer, he walked towards Ayres and spoke again. Ayres mumbled under his breath. The brave pushed him and spoke again. This time a little louder.

The Indian hadn't noticed Jeffrey standing at the other end of the canoe. As he pushed Ayres he had turned his back to the water. Jeffrey saw his chance. He moved quickly. He grabbed the brave's scalp lock and pulled his head back. With his other, Jeffrey slid his knife along the brave's throat. He cut quickly and deeply. Blood spurted in every direction as a gurgling sound was heard.

The Indian slumped to the ground. Jeffrey put his hands under the brave's arms and motioned Ayres to take his feet. They carried him to the canoe and put him in. When this was done, they pushed the canoe into the lake, climbed in and began paddling. Looking behind them all was quiet.

Major Jeffrey Tremaine stood at attention before General Guy Carleton, Governor and commander of Canada. Carleton had General Burgoyne's letter in his hand. "You made very good time, Major. Quite remarkable considering the circumstances. Do you have anything to add?"

"Yes, sir, General."

"You may speak frankly here. Go on." The General leaned back in his chair.

"From what I saw, it is very possible that General Burgoyne has already surrendered his Army. The road to Fort Edwards was cut, Ticonderoga taken, there was no way out."

"Anything else, Major Tremaine?"

Jeffrey was tired, hungry and angry. "Yes sir. The Loyalists we were promised never arrived in large numbers. The number of Indians promised never showed. The rebels did, in great numbers. The roads were terrible, not at all what they were described as by Major Skene. Col. St Leger was forced to turn back and General Howe never showed." He stopped, realizing he may have gone to far.

"I see, Major," General Carleton smiled. "There is a ship sailing for England in two or three days. I would like you to be on it. I will be sending dispatches to Lord North. I want you to deliver them for me. I'll call you when they are ready. That is all. Dismissed."

Jeffrey saluted and left the room. 

It was official. General Burgoyne and the Army surrendered. What had begun in May was now over. When Katrina heard the news, her heart skipped a beat. Jeffrey and she would be together again. Nothing else matter. She raced to find Lady Acland. She found her with her husband and an American officer.

"It is true, Major Acland," the officer said. "The British Army has surrendered and they are all prisoners under the agreement. You, sir, are not. Since you gave your parole before the official surrender, you will be free to go as soon as you are able. When it is time, arrangements will be made. Do you require anything else?"

"No, lieutenant. That will be all. Thank you." Lady Acland replied.

"Did you hear that, Lady Harriett? The Army surrendered," Katrina said.

"Yes, Katrina, It is over but I know what it means to you."

For the next few days all was in turmoil. Katrina tried to find Jeffrey but will no luck. She comforted herself by saying he will come soon but after time with no word, she became worried.

General Burgoyne paid a visit to Major Acland to see how he was recovering. He seemed in good spirits despite all that happened and was pleased to see how well the Major was doing. Katrina was present and waited until the General made to leave.

"Excuse me, General, may I inquire to the whereabouts of Major Tremaine?" she asked.

"Ah, you must be the Countess von Buskirk." The General gave a slight bow and smiled. "Your major is not with the Army, Countess. He left about 10 days ago with messages. I have asked if anyone here had any news about him but with all the confusion."

Katrina staggered and stepped back.

"Are you alright, my dear?" The General held her arm. "Please sit down. The major will be fine but I will press my inquires for you." With that he left.

Katrina held her face in her hands and wept. "How could this be?" She thought. "He worried about her safety and now no one knows about him. Oh, God let him be safe!"




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Lady Acland put her arm around her. "There, there, don't cry. The major will be safe. In a few days, General Burgoyne will know and all will be fine. Come, help me with my husband."

Katrina stood, wiped her tears, and followed her.