Chapter 1
On 17th July 1862, Major Arthur Rutland strode down the corridor on the first floor of the Headquarters offices in Woolwich barracks. His spurred boots made a sharp percussive sound as he marched along. He was in full dress uniform from his head gear, of a Busby with its scarlet bag on the right hand side and the white hackle, down to his shining boots. He was a very imposing figure in his dark blue uniform of the Royal Artillery; his height seemed to be emphasised by the red stripe down the outside of his trouser leg. His sword, controlled by his left hand, was held close to his leg. Medals, even with the ribbons firmly fixed, clinked on his chest to show he was a much travelled and very experienced gunner.
He scanned the name on each of the office doors that he passed until he saw “Brigadier Sir David Chantler.” on the name board. Arthur stopped, checked his uniform, and gently pulled the back of his jacket to ensure it was smooth under his sword belt.
He knocked, opened the door and walked in. A Subaltern seated at the desk rose and said. “How can I help sir?”
“Major Rutland to see Brigadier Chantler.”
“Yes sir, you are expected.” The young officer knocked at the inner office door and went in. He quickly reappeared and held the door back “Will you come through sir?”
Arthur marched through the doorway and up to a large desk where sat the Brigadier. Arthur saluted, and Sir David got up from his seat.
“Afternoon Major. Good to meet you.” He was a large framed man with a ruddy complexion and, at first glance, seemed to be of a friendly nature.
“Take a seat Major.” He gestured to a couple of large leather high back chairs to the side of the desk.