The TARDIS lurched and groaned as it travelled through the vortex, and soon landed. The Doctor ran to the doors and flung them open. Charlie's claymore clattered to the ground and some soldiers appeared. One of the soldiers grabbed the Doctor and pulled him out of the TARDIS, the doors slammed shut and the Doctor was pushed against a large table in the middle of a very large room. "A dining room, perhaps?" The Doctor thought. The soldier had a good grip of him by now and the Doctor started to feel like he was going to choke. Four other soldiers appeared from all corners and pointed their muskets at him. The soldier threw the Doctor against the table again. "Who are you? And how have you come here?" The Doctor spoke… "I am…" He noticed the Scottish bonnet on his head and he quickly proceeded to remove it. "The Doctor, and I came in that box there" One of the other soldiers picked up the clay more and spat at it, "He's a Jacobite! There's no question about it! Take a look for yourself Bunthorne, the sword, look at it!" The soldier who had a grip of the Doctor reacted and dropped him. "I don't have time for your nonsense Cranwell!" spit flew through the air as he spoke, "This man is a spy, he must be, how else could he appear from nowhere, I hardly think he's a Jacobite though!" So who the hell is he?" Cranwell spat back. "might I cut in?" The Doctor began.. "Yes, you may certainly very well cut in! Who are you?" Bunthorne roared. The Doctor straightened himself up and began to speak in the best English accent he could muster. I am General, Willis, of…the 15th Grenadier Guards! And I have come here to speak to the highest member of authority at once!" Why Iolanthe was going through his head right now, he would never know, but he hastily pulled out the psychic paper, and Bunthorne ordered the other soldiers to lower the muskets. "General Willis, Sir, it is an honour! We shall take you to the Duke, he will speak with you! Follow me Sir" Bunthorne commanded and the Doctor followed him. They turned into a magnificent corridor, covered in oak wood panelling and many portraits of many different people, then they turned into a similar corridor. When they reached the end of this one Bunthorne knocked on a door with a silver knocker. "ENTER!" Came a booming voice from inside. The door was opened by another guard on the inside and Bunthorne wandered in, followed by the Doctor. The Doctor was face to face with none other than the Duke of Cumberland. The man responsible for the many deaths of Culloden Moor, which hadn't happened yet… Bunthorne cleared his throat "General Willis of the 15th Grenadier Guards is here to talk to you!" The duke wandered over, and again the Doctor showed him the psychic paper. "It is an honour sir! To be in the same room as such a fine soldier as you! Leave us!" The guards at the door and Bunthorne, all left the room. "And so to business Doctor!", the duke winked at him,The Doctor was slightly bemused. "how do you know my name sir?" The duke smiled. "I know who you are Doctor! We have met before, so long ago and you haven't aged a day!" The duke sat down at the oak desk and smiled, "pull up a chair Doctor, there's a good chap!" The Doctor obeyed and sat down. "Clever little trick you played on Bunthorne there! I knew I couldn't be fooled by it! You told me I wouldn't be, you said the paper would be blank! And you have come here at this very moment, I wonder why." The Doctor opened his mouth to speak, "Sir, it is a great honour to be in the same room as you, however I have never met you before today… "No matter Doctor, you said you may not know of our meeting!" The Doctor stared "What? This is a bit complicated." "You said that too, now to business! You have some information!" The Doctor leaned forward in his chair. "I do sir! What is your current track record of the Jacobites of Scotland?" The duke gave a long sigh, "Doctor, General Sir John Cope was defeated in 8 minutes just last week! And now there's talk of an invasion of Carlisle! Any information, you might have, will be of great use to us!" The Doctor stood up and started to pace. " This information I have, may prove to be the choice between life and death of the redcoat army… I have much to tell so I hope you are listening…