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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.