Arrangements were made with the regiment that Captain Tenterchilt’s wife was to share the journey to war with the men. There was little doubt in Elizabeth’s mind that they would be, for her father, though ailing in his old age, was still one of the principal parliamentarians in the country. However, he had visited the couple in Chanter’s House, two days before the regiment sailed, to try and dissuade her.

“My beloved daughter,” he had said, sitting by the fireplace and thanking Josiah as he handed him a glass of claret, “we are not suited to war, you and I. We fight our war with words and reason, not guns and bayonets.”

“I am tired of having my husband taken from me by the army,” Elizabeth began. “It is not right, Papa.”

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