The General
On a musky and humid Tuesday morning, Colonel Rogers, commander of the 50th Royal Regiment, was sitting at his desk doing paper work. The morning sun baked the white tents outside making them seem as thousands of mirrors reflecting light into his window. He was not in a good mood this morning. "Colonel?" The young Major said awkwardly.
"Yes, Major Andrews, what is it?" Colonel Rogers replied, annoyed at the interruption of his thoughts.
The Major shifted from one foot to the other. His hands were trembling and he didn't seem to know what to do with them. "General McLeen is here to see you, sir."
Rogers straightened up. General McLeen was practically his idol. He had heard of the general's great and many victories in England and was pleased to see that he was in the colonies. He always followed the general's movements to see when he was near enough to have a visit. He wanted to talk about the tactics he used when in battle. Rogers had once tried some but they always seemed to fail.
"Send him in then!" he said after a short pause.
"Y-yes, sir." The Major left and Rogers turned back to face his desk once again. "Here is, er, General McLeen, sir." Andrews said.
Rogers swung around with a smile on his face but it died when he was fully around. There was a woman standing there dressed in a man's, most definitely a general's, suit of clothing. Her dark hair was pulled back in the fashion of some of the soldiers-a low ponytail- and her head was held high with honor. Her bright green eyes made her look sort of like a cat and they were fixed on him.
"Is this a joke!" Rogers scoffed.
"I assure you," she said. "That it is not."
Her voice was musical and he wondered how-if she really was the great General McLeen-she yelled her orders. It wasn't even hoarse! She stepped closer so they were only a few feet away. Her eyes looked him up and down and she smiled a gorgeous smile.
"What, never heard of a female officer?" she asked.
He was dumbfounded and ran into his desk when he backed up. She silently laughed and strolled around the room, admiring many trinkets and fabrics. Her cat-like eyes locked with his once more and she said, "I am general McLeen if you want to believe it or not. You could even write to the King for all I care! But the look in your eye tells me that you believe. Why not? What woman would wear men's clothing and waltz right into your office like I did? None, of course. So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Y-your tactics you use in battle. Would you like some tea?" he changes the subject and offers her some. She takes it and sips a tiny bit.
"My tactics? -"
Suddenly the two double doors that Andrews was supposed to be guarding sprang open and a man came walking in. His hair was the same color as McLeen's but his eyes were a steel grey. He was about twenty-nine. He knew this man all too well. "Major Tavington! Can't you see I am in the middle of something?" he almost yells at the man. Major Tavington looks amused and his eyes land on McLeen. They rise in suspicion.
"Oh, I apologize, Colonel. I didn't know you were. entertaining." He says.
"Enter-entertaining? You should watch your mouth in front of General McLeen! She is not here to entertain me, she is here because I want to speak with her!" Rogers' face grows redder and redder as he is saying this.
Tavington looks McLeen up and down as she did the colonel and smirks. "Surely you jest, sir. How can this woman be the general?"
"If you are done playing twenty questions then I shall get on with what I came here for. If not I will leave you two to your arguments." She says and heads for the door. "If you wish to see me once again just ask. The servants will know." And she was gone. Rogers glares at Tavington and he just shrugs. "Is she really the general?" he asks and Rogers nods.
On a musky and humid Tuesday morning, Colonel Rogers, commander of the 50th Royal Regiment, was sitting at his desk doing paper work. The morning sun baked the white tents outside making them seem as thousands of mirrors reflecting light into his window. He was not in a good mood this morning. "Colonel?" The young Major said awkwardly.
"Yes, Major Andrews, what is it?" Colonel Rogers replied, annoyed at the interruption of his thoughts.
The Major shifted from one foot to the other. His hands were trembling and he didn't seem to know what to do with them. "General McLeen is here to see you, sir."
Rogers straightened up. General McLeen was practically his idol. He had heard of the general's great and many victories in England and was pleased to see that he was in the colonies. He always followed the general's movements to see when he was near enough to have a visit. He wanted to talk about the tactics he used when in battle. Rogers had once tried some but they always seemed to fail.
"Send him in then!" he said after a short pause.
"Y-yes, sir." The Major left and Rogers turned back to face his desk once again. "Here is, er, General McLeen, sir." Andrews said.
Rogers swung around with a smile on his face but it died when he was fully around. There was a woman standing there dressed in a man's, most definitely a general's, suit of clothing. Her dark hair was pulled back in the fashion of some of the soldiers-a low ponytail- and her head was held high with honor. Her bright green eyes made her look sort of like a cat and they were fixed on him.
"Is this a joke!" Rogers scoffed.
"I assure you," she said. "That it is not."
Her voice was musical and he wondered how-if she really was the great General McLeen-she yelled her orders. It wasn't even hoarse! She stepped closer so they were only a few feet away. Her eyes looked him up and down and she smiled a gorgeous smile.
"What, never heard of a female officer?" she asked.
He was dumbfounded and ran into his desk when he backed up. She silently laughed and strolled around the room, admiring many trinkets and fabrics. Her cat-like eyes locked with his once more and she said, "I am general McLeen if you want to believe it or not. You could even write to the King for all I care! But the look in your eye tells me that you believe. Why not? What woman would wear men's clothing and waltz right into your office like I did? None, of course. So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Y-your tactics you use in battle. Would you like some tea?" he changes the subject and offers her some. She takes it and sips a tiny bit.
"My tactics? -"
Suddenly the two double doors that Andrews was supposed to be guarding sprang open and a man came walking in. His hair was the same color as McLeen's but his eyes were a steel grey. He was about twenty-nine. He knew this man all too well. "Major Tavington! Can't you see I am in the middle of something?" he almost yells at the man. Major Tavington looks amused and his eyes land on McLeen. They rise in suspicion.
"Oh, I apologize, Colonel. I didn't know you were. entertaining." He says.
"Enter-entertaining? You should watch your mouth in front of General McLeen! She is not here to entertain me, she is here because I want to speak with her!" Rogers' face grows redder and redder as he is saying this.
Tavington looks McLeen up and down as she did the colonel and smirks. "Surely you jest, sir. How can this woman be the general?"
"If you are done playing twenty questions then I shall get on with what I came here for. If not I will leave you two to your arguments." She says and heads for the door. "If you wish to see me once again just ask. The servants will know." And she was gone. Rogers glares at Tavington and he just shrugs. "Is she really the general?" he asks and Rogers nods.
