All he wants is to savour his coffee, enjoy his own couch, and to read the news in peace. What he gets is a crash course in espionage.
Switzerland. 1793. Liberté, égalité, and fraternité thunder across the borders. The cabal has shown its reach, but not its master. The former fugitive must become the operative.
Alas, saving one's country requires rather more ingenuity. He'll need allies, new identities, and a bucketload of bravado. Disguises are manageable, certainly. Balconies, invariably, are another matter. His valet-poor fellow!-deserves a pay rise.
Natch, this is no ordinary conspiracy: whispers become weapons, secrets snares, and Switzerland is marked for extinction. As he bluffs his way through incognitos, close calls, and ascents most precarious, the stakes become painfully clear: discretion is considerably harder at altitude.
Unlucky, unprepared, and disastrously out of his depth, he might just pull this off-provided his nerve doesn't fail him first.
"... for the readiness is all."-Hamlet
For those who relish a masterclass in mayhem, serving up a narrative where the grit of espionage meets the glory of the absurd.
