Broadcast of this episode was delayed by unavoidable technical difficulties. It has, however, aged like fine wine and improved by another pass through the Editrix’s twisted mindscape of Austen meta.
The Gentlemen of His Majesty’s Armed Forces
In which there are many explosions.
There was no moon, and the stars were brilliant in the inky sky. Something moved in the darkness, like black velvet rippling; a voice, low and modulated, said, “The dove flies from Chawton.”
A second voice answered, “It is a truth universally acknowledged.”
A third voice said, “Why not seize the pleasure at once?”
A small flame flared as the leader lit a lamp. “Were you followed?” he asked.