“Tudieu!”
The cry resounds in the Mansion main room. He stares about, aghast, the smell of powder still clinging to his vest, his rapier in one hand, a musket in the other. A moment ago, the war was raging against the Spaniards, and now he stands, in the middle of what looks like a receiving room. God’s whiskers aren’t quite enough to exclaim his
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