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Saint Bartholomew’s Eve

CHAPTER 10: The Queen Of Navarre
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I was in Paris last year, with the Count de Caussac.
Well, we laughed when we saw the three parties of white wolves ride out from Saint Denis; but I tell you, there was no laughing when they got among us.

We were in the Constable's troop; and though, as far as I know, we were all pretty stout men-at-arms, and were four to one against them at least, we had little to boast of when the fight was over.
"At any rate, I got a mark of the wolves' teeth, which has put a stop to my hunting, as you see," and he held out his arm.

"I left my right hand on the field of battle.

It was in the fight round Conde.

A young Huguenot--for he was smooth faced, and but a youth--shred it off with a sweeping backhanded blow, as if it had been a twig.


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