Series: Soldier Spy Series, Book #3
Author Name: Rosemary Hayes
Publication Date: 2/2/26
Publisher: Sharpe Books
Pages: 251
Genre: Historical Adventure / Spy Fiction
Any Triggers: Napoleonic Wars / Spying / Disgraced Soldier / Love story
1812
Britain’s war against Napoleon continues.
Will Fraser and Duncan Armstrong have served their country well as spies, exposing traitors and rescuing betrayed royalists.
Now they are asked to support military operations in the Peninsular War. The French are using a new code which is proving impossible to decipher. Will and Armstrong must work with Spanish guerrillas to intercept messages between French Commanders and pass them to Wellington’s codebreakers.
Will is reluctant, however. Portugal was where he was falsely accused of cowardice and desertion and forced to leave the army. And Captain Harcourt-Browne, the jealous and vengeful officer who caused his downfall, is still serving there.
But Will is given a compelling – and personal – reason to carry out the operation. If he does so, there’s a slim chance he could be reinstated.
Enemy agents are soon on their trail; agents who want them dead. Somehow Will and Armstrong must evade them and join the guerrillas in a daring attempt to uncover Napoleon’s battle plans.
But Will’s troubled past catches up with him. Four years ago he lied to protect the woman he loved. Now he must own up to that lie to save himself.
Praise for Rosemary Hayes:
‘Rosemary Hayes' Soldier Spy is a first-rate historical thriller, full of period detail, fascinating characters, unexpected twists, mystery, intrigue and action. It reminds me of Berrnard Cornwell's brilliant, Regency-set Gallows Thief. I am pleased to see that it is the first of a trilogy and look forward to reading more about the dashing Will Fraser.’
~ Peter Tonkin, author of The Richard Mariner thrillers
‘One of the very best historical novels I have ever read.’
~ Sandra Robinson, Huguenot Ancestry Expert
‘An absorbing tale told with sensitivity. The forgotten struggles of Huguenot refugees come to moving, heartrending life.’
~ Steven Veerapen, author of A Dangerous Trade
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Author Bio:
Rosemary Hayes has written many books for children in a variety of genre, from edgy teenage fiction, historical fiction and middle grade fantasy to chapter books for early readers and texts for picture books. Many of her books have won or been shortlisted for awards and several have been translated into different languages.
Rosemary has travelled widely but now lives in South Cambridgeshire. She has a background in publishing, having worked for Cambridge University Press before setting up her own company Anglia Young Books which she ran for some years. She has been a reader for a well-known authors’ advisory service, runs creative writing workshops for both children and adults and reviews for historical publications.
Rosemary has now turned her hand to writing adult fiction. Her historical novel ‘The King’s Command’ is about the terror and tragedy suffered by a French Huguenot family during the reign of Louis XIV.
Traitor’s Game is the first book in the Soldier Spy trilogy, set during the Napoleonic Wars. The King’s Agent is the second and the third, Code of Honour, has recently been published.
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1812
The
March wind was sharp and Will Fraser buttoned up his jacket over his wool
waistcoat and thrust his hands into his pockets. He paused for a moment to look about him and
allowed himself a rare smile. The sheds were weatherproof now, the barns full
of hay, the yard newly swept and all the tools repaired and cleaned. He raised
his eyes to the hills where he could just make out the sheep, white dots
sheltering from the wind against the drystone walls that crisscrossed the
pasture.
The
light was fading and he headed for the farmhouse, already anticipating the
warmth of the fire, the freshly baked bread and hot drink that his mother would
have prepared. But then, suddenly something made him stop. An unfamiliar sound.
He frowned and listened intently.
It
was faint and came from a distance but he was immediately alert. His training
as a spy had never left him and his every sense was heightened. Even here, deep
in the countryside on his father’s farm, he could never entirely relax. He
still had enemies.
He
turned around and looked down the track that led up to the farm. He could see
little in the gloaming but instinctively he was in defence mode and he felt for
his dagger, then remembered immediately that he’d not used it for over a year
and that it lay rusting in his bedroom in the farmhouse. All he found, deep in
his pocket, was the knife he used for cutting twine. It would have to suffice.
The
sound was getting a little louder and now Will was able to identify it as the
distant thud of hoofbeats, muffled by the grass along the track. The track was
long and bounded by high hedgerows. It twisted and turned so Will could still
see neither horse nor rider. They would not be visible to him until the track
straightened out. Grasping the knife, he moved with practised stealth to hide
behind a bush beside the gate that led into the farmyard.
They
seldom had visitors and those that came would never risk riding here at this
time of day. It was nearly dark. What could be so urgent that the horseman
could not wait until daybreak?
Will
waited, silent and still as a statue, his heart beating a little faster. A
sudden stab of apprehension overcame him. Whoever it was, their business must
be pressing. Were they bringing bad news to the family? Or had one of his many
enemies tracked him down and was seeking revenge?
The
hoof beats were more easily distinguishable now and finally, by screwing up his
eyes he could make out the horse and rider as they came into view, but their
forms were indistinct in the half light. Will tightened his grasp on his knife.
He
waited until they reached the gate. They paused then, as Will knew they would,
and the rider bent down to unlatch it.
It
was then that Will emerged from behind the bush and confronted them.
‘What’s
your business here, stranger?’
The
horse reared up in fright and the rider dropped the reins, cursing loudly.
Will
recognised both the voice and the curses immediately. His shoulders untensed
and he began to laugh.
The
rider only had one arm and he was lurching in the saddle as he tried to regain
control of his mount, continuing to curse and blaspheme as he did so.
‘For
Christ’s sake, sir, d’you want to unseat me!’
Will
was still laughing. ‘Duncan Armstrong! By all that’s holy, what in God’s name
are you doing here?’
‘Come
to see you, that’s what,’ said Armstrong, still fighting to regain control of
the horse. Will grabbed the animal’s reins and calmed him.
‘Huh,’
muttered Armstrong. ‘This nag’s been steady as a rock all the way from Durham
and now you bloody well go and unsettle him.’
Will
looked up at the familiar figure, at the bullet shaped head and the empty
sleeve, suddenly overwhelmed by a rush of intense emotion. He didn’t trust
himself to speak so he busied himself with opening the gate and leading the
horse through to the farmyard. He’d not seen his old friend and sergeant for
over a year and the suddenness of his appearance brought back a rush of
memories of all they had shared in the past, some of which he had forced
himself to suppress.
Until
now he had fooled himself that he’d been successful.
When
they reached the stables, Armstrong had to be helped off the horse. ‘Christ I’m
that stiff I’ll never walk straight again,’ he said, staggering as his feet hit
the floor.
Will
unsaddled the animal and rubbed him down while Armstrong looked on.
‘You’re
a real farmer now ain’t you sir? Look at you all togged up in your rough
breeches and jacket and hat.’
Will
smiled. ‘I’ve learnt a lot about country ways this past year’ he said.
He
fetched water and hay and set them down in the stall. Armstrong turned to go
out but Will put a restraining hand on his shoulder.
‘Tell
me why you’re here.’
‘Got
a job for you.’
‘What!’
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| My thoughts |
Code Of Honour, the third part of a consecutive trilogy,
was engrossingly paced, and - as far as I know regarding this particular period (mostly gleaned from the Sharpe books)- well researched.
I had no trouble picking up this third part set during the Napoleonic Wars (although I do suggest start at the beginning and read in sequence for full pleasure).