Eleanor, Duchess of Haverford, had gathered together a group of her god-daughters and protegees for a long afternoon of exchanging news. At the moment, the conversation had swung to events in Europe.

“He must be defeated for once and for all,” said Susan, firmly. Her husband, Major Lord Rutledge, had been called into the Horse Guard, where her father, Eleanor’s friend Henry Redepenning, was one of the quiet brains behind the mobilisation to oppose Napoleon in his triumphal return from Elba.

“Can no grounds for agreement be found?” Sophia asked. “We, perhaps more than most, understand how much these long wars have cost. So far, he seems to be concerned with reestablishing himself within France. Do we want to go back to feeding our men and boys into the maw of battle?” Sophia’s brother, the Earl of Hythe — with her sister Felicity — was on his way to the Low Countries once more, after having his journey interrupted by a mighty storm. Hythe had been commissioned by the Marquess of Buckingham to explore the possibility of accommodation with the Corsican.

Prue nodded. “David has heard that he is reforming the empire’s constitution with a view to becoming a constitutional monarch.” David Wakefield, cofounder with his wife Prue of the private enquiry firm Wakefield and Wakefield, had eyes and ears all over the continent.

Cecilia frowned. “Marcel says that the Emperor will not stop at France’s borders. He still dreams of Empire, and the longer he is given to reestablish himself, the more of a threat he will be to the rest of Europe and to England.” Marcel Fournier was the son of a family who fled the revolution, and hated the sans-culottes, but he thought Napoleon far more of a war-monger the Bourbons of the ancient regime and even the successive administrations of Revolutionary France.

As the ladies in the room offered their points of view, the weight of argument shifted back and forth. All of the ladies remembered the sons and brothers and friends who never came home, or who returned maimed or scarred in body and soul. Some felt one more campaign honoured those sacrifices. Others wanted to find a path that did not lead to such high costs.

Yet, in the end, the die had already been cast. On 13th March, the Congress at Vienna had declared Napoleon a traitor and an outlaw. From that moment, the Emperor was fighting for his survival. And, as Eleanor and her ladies feared, the toll was high. Within the next two months, the two sides would meet in a major series of battles, culminating in Waterloo. Out of close to 800,000 combatants, more than 200,000 were killed, wounded or missing.