“As an enemy of sovereign power in your House, Prince.”
William laid down the whip.
“You, Mynheer, will urge the Assembly to refuse me the Captain Generalship?”
“With all my power.”
The Prince bit his lip, and his lids drooped farther over his brilliant eyes.
“To whom does the Assembly intend to entrust the Army?”
“Your Highness knows—Major General Wurtz, the Prince of Tarentum, the Viscount de Montbas.”
“Those are your men?”
“They are the tried and experienced soldiers to whom I am prepared to entrust our defences—if God refuse us the peace which I still hope for.”