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“If it came down to that-Daniel, look me in the eye,” Roger said. “You must not offer this save as a last, desperate measure, and then only if it is sure to bring about our victory.”
“I understand.”
“If this chap can help me bring down Bolingbroke, I’ll break him out of Newgate Prison and set him up with a farm in Carolina.”
“Splendid, Roger.”
“Not a manor, mind you, but a patch of dirt, a pointed stick, and a chicken.”
“It is more than he deserves, and more than I’d hoped for.”
“Now get thee gone to the Black Dogg. I can only draw out the evening’s game for so long.” Roger finally permitted himself a glance toward Bolingbroke’s house. At least three Viscounts were looking back at him, from different windows. This reminded Daniel of something.
“We are to re-convene in an hour,” said Daniel, checking his watch.
“An hour!?”
“Then all should go quickly. And I shall use that hour to our advantage. Enjoy your di
“All I need do is drink less than my opponent. Easy.”
“But I would that you were sober enough to enjoy your victory.”
“I would that you were drunk enough to act a little less deliberately.”
But Daniel was already scurrying up the portable steps of the phaethon that Roger had lent him. “Leicester Fields,” he said to the driver.
Leicester House
HALF AN HOUR LATER
“IN THIS COUNTRY, as you may know, there is a tacit rule, observed by all the Nobility and Quality, Tory and Whig alike, forbidding the use of the Mobb in politics.”
“I had no idea,” said Princess Caroline, “but then I suppose that is what makes a thing tacit.” Her English had gotten rather better during her weeks in London.
“No doubt when your royal highness shall reign over a peaceful and contented Britain, the rule shall be observed without fail,” Daniel continued, “as it has been now for at least a quarter of a century.”
“Except for during Parliamentary elections, of course,” put in the Duchess of Arcachon-Qwghlm.
“Naturally,” Daniel said, “and the odd church-burning or assassination. But I ca
They were in a chamber in Leicester House that had probably been styled a Grand Salon on the architect’s drawings, ?ons ago. By the time the plaster had dried and the Stuarts had moved in, it had probably been called a salon; nowadays it would be a salle, or a walk-in closet. None of your froth of Rokoko plasterwork here. It was lined with wooden panels that never stopped popping. They were a shade of brown that was darker than black. Its several windows looked out over Leicester Fields, but these had been a
“This Mobb is oft spoken of, but never seen,” said the Princess.
Daniel Waterhouse and Joha
“Yet I have seen the Mobb,” said Daniel. “Some would say, I have been it.”
“And yet you are as intelligent a man as ever God made,” Caroline said. “This proves that the Mobb is an incoherent concept.”
“I got a taste of the Mobb, the day Dappa was chased down Threadneedle Street with a bounty on his head,” said Joha
“Pfui!”
“This is idle,” said Eliza, “you can take it up with the Doctor in Hanover. We must tend to matters at hand. Joha
“Understand, your grace, that ninety out of a hundred in the Mobb are simply criminals who want only the lamest of pretexts to run riot,” Daniel said. “They are like the charge of coarse powder in a musket’s barrel. It is detonated by a pinch of fine powder in the weapon’s pan. Which is to say that one provocateur, moved by Party Malice, might incite ten or a hundred of the rabble to run amok. Bolingbroke will have such provocateurs posted in squares and streets where they can sway as many as possible. In order to inspire them-to put fire to the pan-powder-he needs only some small scandal or incident. Among other things, he might expose the presence of Hanoverian spies in London.”
“I see,” said the Princess. “It was foolish for me to have come, then.”
“No, for it may have spared your royal highness’s life from the assassins of de Gex,” said Daniel.
“It would have been foolish,” said Joha
“Mother and son have been cleverly at work,” Caroline guessed, “while the silly Princess has been delighting in her naughty adventure.”
“ ’Twas ever thus, and ever shall be, as long as we have Royals,” said Eliza. “You may repay our labours by doing deeds that are beyond our scope.”
“Easily said,” said the Princess. “At this moment, what can I-”
“You can fly, and fly well,” Eliza said. “Royal flight is a grand tradition. Elizabeth, Charles II, Louis XIV, the Winter Queen, all had to fly at some point in their lives, and all carried it off well.”
“James II did it poorly,” Daniel reflected. Then, not to be a party-pooper, recovered with: “But you are made of better stuff.”
“And unlike him, the Princess has friends, and a plan,” said Joha
Now this was a rather weighty matter to have placed on Daniel’s shoulders. As a younger man he’d have been paralyzed by the responsibility. But all decisions had come to him easier, somehow, since he had learnt that he was supposed to be dead anyway. “Oh, by all means,” he said. “You must fly. But I would have a word with her grace, if the plan permits it.”
Eliza smiled. “The plan calls for Joha