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Carlotta heard the mild coughing wheeze of her opposite number a few moments before he reached the top. My Lord Colonel (ret.) Davies McDermott, Count Skye, 5th Alban Mounted Regiment (Queen’s Own): sixty-eight years old and the very picture of a fat, fatuous, condescending fathead, with all the strategic and tactical sensibilities of a garden slug. Fortunately, he was actually none of those things, save fat — and even that was melting away under the sudden regimen of deadly danger and discipline. Carlotta was too well-bred to say, but she strongly suspected that Lord Davies was secretly having the time of his life.