October 11 Noon, the Inn at Le Mans
A servant brought news that the Burgundian had arrived, wanting to speak to Frederik. The Dane stood, straightened his expensive black tunic,
"Send him in."
He walked slowly to the fire place and turned to greet his guest.
"Master d’Aulon?"
He shook the Burgundian's hand.
"I am Frederik Hviid, head of a small merchant house."
He gestured at a well decked table,
"I have taken the liberty of ordering a variety of the best the inn can offer. I hope you will join me?"
Without waiting for reply he went to a side table and poured a healthy goblet of wine,
"Burgundian, I was in luck, the innkeeper had a small but exquisite selection of reds."
He held out the goblet to the puzzled Jean d'Aulon who took it. Had he expected a mercanry he was sorely disappointed. The Dane's sombre dress gave him a look of a well to do merchant, something he went out of his way to groom.
"Now, I am sure you are curious as to this proposition of mine?"
He pulled out a seat,
"Will you not sit? I will have to find a seat, my leg is particularly stiff today."
He sat down at the table by the window with the light in his back.
"Now, you are a master gunner are you not? A master of artillery in every sense save perhaps position?"
Frederik of course knew this. Captain had informed him of the man's reputation and he had followed up with his own investigation.
"I understand that the Burgundian army recently had a new Maitre d'artillery?"
He sipped his wine, urging the puzzled guest to do the same,
"Perhaps you would be interested in hearing of a possible employ that will put you at the head of your own artillery?"
A servant brought news that the Burgundian had arrived, wanting to speak to Frederik. The Dane stood, straightened his expensive black tunic,
"Send him in."
He walked slowly to the fire place and turned to greet his guest.
"Master d’Aulon?"
He shook the Burgundian's hand.
"I am Frederik Hviid, head of a small merchant house."
He gestured at a well decked table,
"I have taken the liberty of ordering a variety of the best the inn can offer. I hope you will join me?"
Without waiting for reply he went to a side table and poured a healthy goblet of wine,
"Burgundian, I was in luck, the innkeeper had a small but exquisite selection of reds."
He held out the goblet to the puzzled Jean d'Aulon who took it. Had he expected a mercanry he was sorely disappointed. The Dane's sombre dress gave him a look of a well to do merchant, something he went out of his way to groom.
"Now, I am sure you are curious as to this proposition of mine?"
He pulled out a seat,
"Will you not sit? I will have to find a seat, my leg is particularly stiff today."
He sat down at the table by the window with the light in his back.
"Now, you are a master gunner are you not? A master of artillery in every sense save perhaps position?"
Frederik of course knew this. Captain had informed him of the man's reputation and he had followed up with his own investigation.
"I understand that the Burgundian army recently had a new Maitre d'artillery?"
He sipped his wine, urging the puzzled guest to do the same,
"Perhaps you would be interested in hearing of a possible employ that will put you at the head of your own artillery?"