The Fencing Master

Benedict Weathersbee is content in his self-imposed exile. His fencing academy, with its WASP-ish clientele, provides an adequate income to satisfy his needs, if not his social station. It is enough to keep a man until Queen and Country should require his services again.

But Benedict is a man with a past – not all of it a cup of Earl Gray – and there are some who would see him dead for his sins, imagined or real. Which begs the question who is Benedict Weathersbee, really? A dispossessed British noble, with impeccable manners and a classic sense of style? Or a monster hiding behind a mask?