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It was a bright, crisp winter's day when the little party set off from Bordeaux on their journey to Montaubon, where the missing half of their Company had last been heard of. Sir Nigel and Ford h
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It was a bright, crisp winter's day when the little party set off from Bordeaux on their journey to Montaubon, where the missing half of their Company had last been heard of. Sir Nigel and Ford h
It was a bright July morning four months after that fatal fight in the Spanish barranca. A blue heaven stretched above,…
Then up rose from the hill in the rugged Cantabrian valley a sound such as had not been heard in those parts before, no…
It was a cold, bleak morning in the beginning of March, and the mist was drifting in dense rolling clouds through the p…
To the south of Pampeluna in the kingdom of Navarre there stretched a high table-land, rising into bare, sterile hills,…
Whilst the council was sitting in Pampeluna the White Company, having encamped in a neighboring valley, close to the co…
The whole vast plain of Gascony and of Languedoc is an arid and profitless expanse in winter save where the swift-flowi…
“Where is Sir Claude Latour?” asked Sir Nigel, as his feet touched ground. “He is in camp, near Montpezat, two hours&#…
Under the guidance of the French squire the party passed down two narrow corridors. The first was empty, but at the hea…
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