‘The decline of the Ottoman Empire when the Balkan League captured the Ottoman lands in south-eastern Europe has been a major factor in the unrest. Those Russkies thought it would be a very useful tool to access the Adriatic Sea; and as for Germany, it is busy building a railway between Berlin and Baghdad through Istanbul, so it can’t afford to fall out with anybody yet. I’m just thankful that the London Conference this year resolved the conflict in Serbia and formed an independent Albania. That was one less conflict. But it’s only a matter of time – the world is a powder keg, sir. That’s why we need stout fellows like your son here to fight for his King and country.’

‘That’s what I am afraid of. It’s alright playing at soldiers in the grounds of Giggleswick School, but I would not want to see my son go to war. I’m glad that he is the age he is; at least he is too young for action yet.’ James looked across at Luke, whose face showed that he thought otherwise.

‘A war, if it came, wouldn’t last long. No country can afford it, and most countries are in an economic mess. But as for playing soldiers, I beg to differ, sir. I train my cadets better than any of the officer classes of the Duke of Wellington Brigade. They are officers and gentlemen by the time they leave Giggleswick and my care. My training and values will be with your son all his life and he is one of our leading cadets, especially on the firing range. Something you are proud of, I’m sure?’ Captain Pierce slapped Luke on the back and looked at James for his response.

‘I am indeed proud of him, but I’d have been even prouder if he took my stance on life and didn’t believe in war, for it only brings death and despair. There are other means to ensure peace.’ James looked at the captain and then at his son.

‘Father, please!’ Luke sighed.

‘You are not one of those conscientious objectors, are you, sir? With no backbone, and someone who would rather see other people die in their place than fight for their country?’ Captain Pierce stuttered.

‘No, but I’m not one for needless war and the slaughter of innocents, especially when one of them may be my son. Now, please excuse me. I’m afraid my wife is urging me to mingle and I’ve wasted enough of your time.’ James looked at the man whose whole life revolved around fighting and war, and who had influenced his son far too much for his liking. He needed to make his excuses and speak to Isabelle regarding taking Luke away from the school, which acted as an army recruitment centre, before it was too late and the war that was threatening broke out.