Though it was a tent castle drawn on paper, it was still astonishing to see it erected in just a few days. More importantly, it even had some wooden structures inside. Unlike ordinary rope-supported tents, it did not look as though it would collapse at the first gust of wind.
By the time Georgiana entered, the dining tables had already been arranged and covered with snow-white tablecloths, though no place settings had been laid out. Not far from the main tent stood a smaller one serving as a temporary kitchen, where the cook could be seen directing the helpers as they turned whole roasted lambs over the fire.
She caught the scent of onions from far away, and it reminded her of the Imperial Guard's marching song—the "Onion Song." The last time Georgiana had heard them sing it was at Bonaparte's hunting banquet, where he had chosen generals for Saint-Domingue. There had been Englishmen present then as well.
She had known surrendering fishing rights would not be so simple, especially when Addington had also forbidden France from putting out to sea to fish. Aside from William Pitt the Younger, she could hardly imagine anyone else capable of such a scheme.
Before her "departure," Georgiana had learned of a prophecy through the crystal ball: the unrest in Paris would spread throughout Europe. Many cities had appeared in those visions, but not London.
Now she needed to give proper thought to what "Europe"—that is, "Europa"—actually meant.
Judging by the territory of the empire founded by Charlemagne, the Father of Europe, the Kingdom of England was clearly not part of it. This was also the "foreign policy" Britain had always pursued: a divided European continent benefited Britain. The nations of Europe, meanwhile, often harbored a "Roman dream"—not merely to restore the former borders