roaring outside. Behind the veterans every cadet in Ettrick between eleven and fourteen years seemed crowded into the eastern lobby, grinning or open-mouthed or trying to look as grim as he felt himself. On the stair to the officersâ mess the house servants stood like servants in the mansion of a Victorian duke assembled to welcome the young laird home. They were ranked behind the major domo, a stately giant with whiskers bushier than the fiercest veteranâs. He said, âMaster Wattie, I hope at last I may persuade you to a dram?â
âThanks Jenny. I have asked Sandy for one.â
âMaster Sandy will receive it from my hands.â The major domo led Wat upstairs processionally with Sandy beside him and the veterans in the rear. Martial discipline ensured a decent silence among them but did not lessen the deafeningbellow outside which still made sense to those who knew the words â
âEngland shall many a day
                                  tell of the bloody fray,
When the Blue Bonnets
                                  came over the Border! â
The officersâ mess was under the gable above the eastern lobby. Wat was appalled by its emptiness. A week ago over two hundred cheerful men most of them in their late teens and twenties, had been drinking, laughing and chatting there; the dozen veterans now converging on the bar emphasized the difference. So did three cripples in orthopaedic chairs playing a game of whist: Colonel Tam Wardlaw, Rab Gillkeeket and Davie Deuchar. Wat had not seen them since the charge downhill with the standard. He went over and stood looking down on the game but they gave no sign of recognition though the Colonel said to the others, âHere comes trouble. I pass.â
âSolo,â said Rab.
âMisère,â said Davie.
Wat covered his embarrassment by saying,
âNorthumbria has made a bonny mess of you three.â
âWe might have been as fit as you if weâd rolled off a cliff,â muttered Rab.
âTrue,â said Wat abruptly, âPublic eyeballs are snooping outside. Dâye mind doing with less daylight, Colonel?â
Colonel Wardlaw shrugged a shoulder.
âFrost the window, Jenny!â Wat called to the major domo behind the bar. Between the double sheets of glass a paperthin water fall slid down then froze into starry white patterns which broke the appearance of the crowd and the hills outside into jagged shadows. Wat pulled a chair up to the table and sat watching the players until the Colonel said, âDo you want a hand?â
âI want news from Geneva.â
Tam Wardlaw handed him a printed sheet. Wat held it without reading until his young brother put a whisky in the other hand.
âWattie Dryhope is at The Macallan,â sang Davie softly.
âNot possible!â said Rab, âDryhope never touches alcohol. It upsets his chemistry.â
âHeâs drinking it now,â said the Colonel, âHis chemistry must be out of order.â
âGive us peace,â muttered Wat and read the printout.
The Global and Interplanetary Council for War Regulation Sitting in Geneva has considered General Doddsâs complaint against the recent draw between Ettrick and Northumbria United. General Dodds accuses Ettrick of obtaining the result by a foul pretence of surrender which did not take place, resulting in the murder of at least three Northumbrians who dropped their guard having been deceived into thinking the battle over. As proof of this he refers the Council to the public eye battle archive .
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The Council has scrutinized the battle archive closely and believes there is good reason to condemn Ettrick but not for the action to which General Dodds objects. That
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