I dedicate to you this story of the brave days of Old Cambray, as a token of fervent prayer that the valiant city will once again be freed from the thrall of foreign foes by your gallant comrades in arms, as she was in those far-off troublous times, which were so full of heroism and of romance. When Gilles de Crohin, Sire de Froidmont, received that sabre-cut upon his wrist--a cut, by the way, which had been dealt with such efficacy that it very nearly severed his left hand from his arm--he swore, so I understand, both lustily and comprehensively. I have not a faithful record of what he did say, but from what I know of Messire, I can indeed affirm that his language on the occasion was as p…
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