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260 pages, Hardcover
First published August 22, 2012
Chapter the Zeroth: Dawn
Le 28 juillet de l’an 1655
Dear Reader:
My nose surfaced first, rising from slow waves of sleep, from darkness into darkness.
The hour was early. My feet were cold.
I heard a baker’s horse clopping through the Toulouse streets, and a costermonger’s soft singing as he prepared his stall. Then a ragged clatter of footsteps, and the laughter and drunken shouts of revellers leaving a tavern after a long night. I heard one of them spewing into the gutter, and by the grunts forced out of him as he heaved — the shapes of them, as it were, the grunted consonants, the bowely vowels — I knew the fellow for a Gascon.