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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG.

          from dusk till dawn the
          livelong night, she kept
          the tallow dips alight.

          and fast her nimble
          fingers flew, to sew
          the stars upon the blue.

          with weary eyes and
          aching head, she stitched
          the stripes of white and
          red, and when the day
          came up the stair,
          complete across a carven
          chair,
          hung betsy’s battle flag.

-ˋˏ Minna Irving.

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    There is an idiom adapted from a line in William Congreve's play, The Mouring Bride, from the late sixteen-hundreds that Eleanor's mother had thought her privvy to know the day before her departure to the newfound land dubbed the colonies.

    The saying goes as such: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned". The line from which it came was originally "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned." But to the elder, Eleanor's mother, Mrs. Marie Louise Girardot-André nothing more than that single line mattered.

    Eleanor was a woman young in years, in a society that wished to whip her every which way, and for that alone, she felt as if the Lord himself had set his eyes on scorning her. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Eleanor liked the connotation of the message.

    From the young, yet maturing, age of one-and-ten, Eleanor André had followed her elder brother around like a soldier awaiting the orders of his commander. It was pitiful, truly. Everyone thought so, yet never dared to utter the words. Their father, Antoine André thought it dangerous for a woman to follow a boy around like a soldier. His daughter's ought to be independent, like firecrackers! Brought up right and out of war. Not quick to anger, nor judgement, but to know the rights and wrongs of society.

    That is not to say that John André, his eldest child, was a bad role model in any sense of the word, but merely cunning in his acts ans affections to manipulate those around him.

    In short, John André was a charming young lad who could say what needed to be done, and everyone around him would deliver. Even his younger sister, and fourth eldest in the family Eleanor André.

    Eleanor had grown quite fond of him in their growing years. Eleanor's two older sisters and younger brother had their own paths of business and marriage they had acquired, while John had taken the path of the army and the sea, leaving Eleanor nothing to do but follow in an effort to not be misplaced back home in Old England.

    If the men of the colonies had an adaption to William Congreve's play, Eleanor believes it to be something kin to, "freedom, much like a man after revenge, does not die in silence." For the rebels had not a bone of submission or rationality in them. They were firece, much like a raging storm on the high seas. Attacking from every which way, dying down only long enough for one to let their guard down so they may attack again.

    Eleanor was not sure if she wholly admired their ambitions, or thought them bafoons.

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          When Eleanor André opens a misplaced letter and deciphers a scrap of rebel correspondence by mere chance; she is given the decision of doing what she believes is right or, doing what she has been accustomed to believe.

    In the wake of this new startling revelation, Eleanor volunteers her services to her homeland in delight of General Howe and the utter horror of her elder brother John. Eleanor, thought not so versed in the acts of espionage as her brother, hopes and prays that she may find out a bit more of this little web she has found herself caught in.

     As war plagues the newly founded colonies, Eleanor André, a woman with nothing but the old ties of her homeland and a brother who would burn the world to ensure her safety, is set to begin a new life under a new cause.

    A rebel cause.

    Without the call of a crown and a flag from her distant homeland across the desolate ocean to steer her on, she sails blind into the grimy palms of a group of continentals who will shake the foundations of her moral being, and coin her as the very thing she detests: a spy.

    With minimal options to ensure her safety, she puts her theater classes to good use and her brain on autopilot as she begins to settle into her roll as a turncoat.

    Question is, for which side ?

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                    WARNINGS.
    ೄྀ this book is rated R for death, detailed descriptions of blood, guts, gore, period correct [ an the occasional incorrect for the sake of modernism and humor ] dialogue, racism in a historical standpoint, misogyny in a historical standpoint, slandering the british, mentions of intimacy----implied relations with maltreatment in sexual sense, and the basis of well, history.

                    COPYWRIGHT.
    ೄྀ i own all rights to this novel: which means, the plot and all characters which i have created are not to be used unless i alone give permission. plagrism in every inkling of the word is frowned upon in polite society, as well as harming to readers and of course, writers. so just don't do it :) pleaseee.

    I of course do not own TURN: WASHINGTON'S SPIES and the characters of history, as well as places mentioned, but besides that pretty much everything is own my own design and creativity.

                    CREDITS.
    ೄྀ this novel was drafted upon the first of january, two-thousand and eighteen and has sense been remastered into the novel you know in the present. Of Crimson Coats has officially been re-published as of the twenty-third of january in the year two-thousand and twenty-four. the cover, layout, plot, and original characters all belong to me.

                    A NOTE BY THE AUTHOR.
    ೄྀ i'm not going to go out and falsely proclaim that i know every aspect of history and in and out lives of those who lived back then. but i have been involved in the preservation and education of revolutionary war history since i was a pre-teen [ and even previous to that, though it scarcely counts ] and consider myself the b3st candidate to tell this story.

    i have, and still continue to do extensive research on all topics included in this work, mainly the culper spy ring and its' affiliates. i by no means know everything [ I learn something new everyday I swearrr ], but I have done extensive research as well as many academic papers on this topic, so i have a teensy bit of room to talk.

                    DEDICATIONS.
    ೄྀ grndelwald goldenchariots HeavensMostWanted- AquaGloss wrenwhispers docshollidaze & everyone else who wishes to he added to the dedications / tag list !

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