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Stollenian Spies on Overtime. . .


Word reached General von Drosselmaier's breakfast table early today that a third company of Stagonia's du Lepps Fusiliers might possibly be on the way to join the rest of their army. However, the general's informants report that this latest draft of troops is still several days' march from the frontier of the Grand Duchy of Stollen.

Just how many days it could take the draft of white-coated fusiliers to reach the frontier is difficult to judge at this point. But, it is yet one more factor to consider as the tactical situation develops around the village of Saegewerkdorf, and the opposing armies assume their initial positions. Never one to suffer ruffled feathers visibly, however, von Drosselmaier reacted to this morning's news by calling for his pipe and his fiddlers three.

Whatever might happen now, one thing is certain. Clearly, the good General is not troubled by recent memories of his illustrious tactical performance, or his appointment of the disgraced Colonel von Grundig!

Comments

Stagonian Jeff said…
"What evil lurks in the heart of kings?" . . . The Duchess knows.
tradgardmastare said…
Exciting times ahead ...
Alan
p.s watch out for the Duchess. She is like the old Coke adverts ie anytime,any place any where...
Whereever there is mischief she may be up to her neck in it...

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