A Hanoverian Staff Officer looks up from his paperwork as Colonel Dumas enters the tavern. He cannot fail to notice the fact that the Frenchman's coat is wet and muddy, obviously the result of a long ride and a hard fought engagement. The Hanoverian smiles to himself as the good, Creole officer orders a bottle of Dominican rum, much to the obvious consternation of some of his French comrades. His smile dims just a bit as he watches the French officer confidently place a captured, Austrian standard on the bar.
Catching the eye of the beautiful bar maid, the Commander of the Hanoverian Brigade motions for her to approach his table. Reaching in his pocket he pulls out some coin, carefully sorting through all of the captured, French ones to locate an English pound. "My dear Helga, please take this as payment for that bottle of rum that General Dumas just requested", says the Hanoverian Colonel. "He looks cold and a bit tired," glancing again at the captured, Austrian standard, he continues, "and he seems to have well earned the respect of his adversaries this day."
Congratulations, Cliff!
And commiserations to my fallen, Austrian comrade in arms.
