The corporal looked up and to her left at her VIP. He had his legs stretched out and braced against the opposite floor-frame, and his knuckles were white from gripping the seat bottom so tightly. Somehow, he didn’t look as sick or as scared as Honour felt, but his brow underneath his top hat was covered with sweat, and every now and again he risked letting go with one hand to dab it with his handkerchief.