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THE BASTARD. OF ORLEANS
Book One: The Wanderer. CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
Book Two: The Warrior. CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
GARDNER FOX
The man smiled grimly. There would be a different sort of serenata sung in the tower apartment before the night was done. He went up the rope at a slightly faster pace. His breath labored in his throat, and his shoulders felt the weight of his body again and again. Then his hand edged over the stone coping of the inset window, and he rested.
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He pinched a bared buttock and laughed, then caught the rope in his hands and stepped from the stone window. The moat lay two hundred feet below, dank with reeds, beginning to reflect the brightening light of day in its smooth surface. Jean could see himself in those waters like a spider crawling down its web. It would be the hour of primes very soon now, and the guard would be changing on the wall walks. Thirty feet above the moat he loosed his grip on the rope and fell.
The cold moat waters closed down over his head. He sank like a stone, waiting until his lungs seemed about to burst before swimming as swiftly as he could for the shelter of the drawbridge overhang. The dark wooden boards protected him from all eyes but those at a windowslit in the east wall, and that chance of discovery he would have to risk. He popped to the surface gasping, clinging to a rusty ringbolt until he was breathing normally once again.
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