Ain't Nothing but a Hound Dog

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Chapter 14 is flowing in such turbulence that I can't even wait to sort out the complex manoeuvring of the Langdale insurgency. It's write in any order - the things I know I'll have to kick myself in the head if I leave them to stagnate and start smelling. Throw away or rework the ones that turn out not to have happened, afterwards.

I finally got into Fiery Younger Sister's head at a point that was actually important. Oh dear!

In the original plan, she was a precociously and preternaturally good fighter, adolescently bloodthirsty in any cause she thought good, and champing at the bit for her Great Just War. Since she is a hero at heart rather than the soldier she tries to be, I thought - along with the person who arranged to send her to the front where the nastiness is apt to be concentrated - that she would be pretty well cured of the war-fever after tasting the truth of it.

Turns out, under stress-testing, that she is a rather different hero at heart than the one of my too-sentimental imaginings.

Top o' the morning to you now, Miss Cúchullain!