Beware of readers bearing guns…
I asked Mister John Dacombe to fact-check a rather explosive passage in Scatterwood. “Oh no,” he said, “you’d have to turn the flintlock on its side and use the spark to set off the powder trail.”
“How would that work?” I asked, foolishly.
“Come up north and find out,” he replied. “Our commanding officer, Stephen Ball, will show you. In 1692 costume…”