Marlborough rang a small bell and a servant appeared at once. He found a glass for the visitor and poured him some brandy before quitting the room. It was not the first time Marlborough had invited Daniel to join him at a table. Unlike some commanders, he didn’t distance himself from his officers in order to preserve his authority. He willingly sought their company.

‘Your good health!’ said Daniel, raising his glass to them then taking a first sip. ‘That’s very welcome after a long ride.’

‘Have you come from London?’ asked Godolphin.

‘Yes, my lord. My ship docked this morning.’

‘What sort of crossing did you have?’

‘A cold and cheerless one — we were caught in a squall.’

‘It’s not the ideal time of year to put to sea.’

‘I managed to get here in one piece,’ said Daniel before turning to Marlborough. ‘I have several letters and dispatches for you in my saddlebag, Your Grace.’

‘Then I must decline them,’ said Marlborough, holding up a palm. ‘They no longer hold any relevance for me.’

‘But I’ve brought reports of troop movements by the French.’

‘They’ve come to the wrong address.’

‘Your orders were to deliver everything to you in person.’

‘Things were different when I issued those orders.’

Daniel was bewildered. ‘In what way, Your Grace?’

‘During your absence, there have been some changes.’

‘Yes,’ confirmed Godolphin, ‘some very radical changes at that. It’s the reason you find us at leisure for once. We are no longer burdened by the affairs of state.’

‘I’m not sure that I understand, my lord,’ said Daniel.

‘Let me explain,’ volunteered Marlborough. ‘The Lord Treasurer no longer holds the office and I have ceased to be the captain general. A situation arose that made it necessary for us both to offer our resignations. In short, Daniel, you are answerable to me no more.’