The British army had already moved over the border and the commander had established his HQ high in the central Portuguese mountains at Viseu.

This isn't a country where things are cut and dried, and done according to Hoyle.

parsleyed new potatoes

shall a beardless boy, Cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields, And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil, Mocking the air with colours idly spread, And find no check?