I missed last Sunday’s Snippet Sunday because I was indulging my love of things Roman by visiting the Getty Villa in Malibu to see the exhibition “Sicily: Art and Invention between Greece and Rome,” as well as to just experience the villa, one of my favorite places to visit when I was a child. The idea of an ancient Roman villa in Southern California is simultaneously awesome and crazy. My traveling companion had already been to Italy once this year, but I haven’t been for quite a while and really want to go back. It was a very pleasant day. And, heck, while we were in the area, we went to the Getty Center as well. A day full of art!
So, back to Snippet Sunday*, my revision of The General’s Wife, and the introduction of a new character. Today we meet our tertiary hero, Lieutenant Sebastian Hawkins, who, despite his being a minor character, plays an important role in our heroine Clara‘s life. Sebastian is General Strathmore‘s aide-de-camp, so he’s a redcoat in our American Revolutionary story. In this scene he has to liaise with the Americans for a particular reason (which I won’t divulge). While this is not the first time we meet him, this is the first time one of our American heroes meets him. The scene is from Patrick Hamilton‘s point of view.
(Full disclosure: I had to do a lot of editing to get the excerpt to ten sentences, including deleting a plot point I didn’t want to reveal.)
*Snippet Sunday: promoted on Twitter as #SnipSun, #SnipSunday, or #SnippetSunday, and on Facebook, as well as on various blogs (just type Snippet Sunday in your favorite search engine and see what comes up!). Authors post just a snippet — six to ten sentences — of a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Lots of different genres are represented — romance, mystery, thriller, sci fi, fantasy, erotica, and more.
Patrick stopped on a knoll to look down on the meadow where a British soldier stood next to a horse, his gun topped with a scrap of white fabric indicating the present truce. The redcoat kicked the ground with his foot, turned his gun upside down to scratch the frozen earth with the blade of his bayonet, then knelt and picked up a handful of the cold dirt, weighing and sifting it in his palm. The man looked up and around, his breath hanging momentarily in a cloud, nodding his head as if some thought were agreeable to him.
Pat rode down the hill and pulled his horse to a slow canter as he reached the British soldier. “Hullo there,” he called out.
The man looked up and took hold of his horse’s reins. “First Lieutenant Patrick Hamilton, I presume?”
His voice held a twinge of excitement beneath the British accent. Pat dismounted and walked to the center of the clearing. “Yes,” he said once he stood before the redcoat, “and you are Lieutenant Sebastian Hawkins?”