Though a competent officer serving with the Sixth Dragoons for 6 years having never gotten promotion suddenly in the course of the end of the main campaign against Napoleon and the resumption during the last battles of the 100 days seems far fetched, Matthew Hervey is a worthy addition to those w...
I've tried reading Allan Mallinson's output before, which is why this one was relegated to a bog book.It sure looks exciting from the front cover doesn't it ? Cor, sojers, fightin' an adventure !Well the covers the best bit. Come on now, that can't be right Mr D, surely ? Well it is. and to coin ...
Portugal 1826 Newly returned from India, Matthew Hervey joins a party of officers sent to lend support to the Portugese regent. But the Peninsula is a place redolent with memories. For it was here as a seventeen-year-old cornet that Hervey had his first taste of military action. The French had f...
Matthew Hervey is recalled to take up arms against Burmese rebels massing on the frontier with India in the fourth installment of his adventures with the Light Dragoons.The last two years have not been good ones for Matthew Hervey. His beloved wife Henrietta is dead and, believing that he can no ...
The eighth novel in the acclaimed and bestselling series finds Hervey on his way to South Africa where he is preparing to form a new body of cavalry, the Cape Mounted Rifles. All looks set fair for Major Matthew Hervey: news of a handsome legacy should allow him to purchase command of his belove...
1824. The Sixth Light Dragoons are still stationed in India and the talk in the officer’s mess is of war. The Burmese are encroaching on Company land and skirmishes are common on India’s borders. Meanwhile, across the country in Bhurtpoor the succession to the Raj has been usurped. The rightful c...
Johnson had complained about the weather since arriving. He had received the knowledge of the reversal of seasons in the southern hemisphere with considerable scepticism, believing his informants were intent on some joke at his expense (if anything, his brush with the Bow Street forces of the law...
In half an hour they would be at his father’s vicarage in Horningsham. It had been a most pleasant drive. Breakfasting early, they had left London at seven o’clock, and it was now approaching five of the evening (he would be ready to adjust his watch, for Warminster time was a half-hour or so beh...
Corporal Johnson had taken care to preserve his best uniform before leaving for the Levant, however, and had just had new white hose sent from Wall Street in St James’s. It was now all got up spick and span, with the silver and gilt showing well in the candlelight, and Johnson stood ready to assi...
There’s no blood.’‘Ah don’t think so,’ Johnson gasped as they pulled him up. ‘Bastard thing. What wor it, sir?’‘A rifle,’ said Hervey. ‘And a Turk with a damn fine eye – or the Devil’s luck. See, the ball struck your knapsack’ (the corner was holed). ‘Keep your head low. I want to find yonder mar...
The noise, like a giant blanket, smothered all conversation on deck.Hervey braced himself to the vibration of the engines, which took a minute or so after firing to reach their full speed. The Enterprise had not had much recourse to them during the passage. The wind had been favourable. The engin...
His hand trembled a little, so that he had to peer more intently than usual. He liked these quarters in Reeves’s Hotel, but it was just so damnably cold, what with coal in short and expensive supply, and wood seemingly deficient of heat. It had been two days since he had stood before the Delgados...
‘Yes?’‘Sir, it’s Corporal Wainwright, sir,’ said the NCO, saluting. ‘Major Hervey’s coverman.’Laming half smiled. ‘Indeed! Do you seek me out? How is Major Hervey?’‘He’s in trouble, sir,’ replied Wainwright, lowering his voice. ‘I came here to tell, sir, but I don’t know who.’‘Trouble? What sort ...