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William Le Queux
The Trench Days: The Collected War Tales of William Le Queux
WWI Adventure Sagas, Espionage Thrillers & Action Classics
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2017 OK Publishing
ISBN 978-80-272-1979-7
Table of Contents
At the Sign of the Sword
Chapter One The Waters of the Meuse
Chapter Three The Heart’s Desire
Chapter Four The Man from Cologne
Chapter Five Bursting of the Storm
Chapter Six In the Trenches before Liège
Chapter Seven In the Eagle’s Claws
Chapter Nine The Kaiser’s Secret Agent
Chapter Ten The Hôtel de L’Épée
Chapter Eleven This Word of the Uhlan
Chapter Thirteen Before the Storm
Chapter Fourteen Held by the Enemy
Chapter Fifteen Betrays the Traitor
Chapter Sixteen The Fire of Fate
Chapter Seventeen In Deadly Peril
Chapter Eighteen The Gulf of Shadows
Chapter One
The Waters of the Meuse
Warm, brilliant, and cloudless was the July noon.
Beneath the summer sun the broad, shallow waters of the Meuse sparkled as they rippled swiftly onward through the deep, winding valley of grey rocks and cool woods on their way from the mountains of Lorraine, through peaceful, prosperous Belgium, towards the sea.
That quiet, smiling land of the Ardennes was, in July in the year of grace 1914, surely one of the most romantic in all Europe — a green, peaceful land, undisturbed by modern progress; a land where the peasantry were still both honest and simple, retaining many of their primitive customs; a land where the herdsmen still called home the cattle by the blast of the horn as they had done for past centuries, where the feudal castles studding the country — mostly now in ruins — were once the abodes of robber-knights.
In that long, deep green valley, which wound from Namur up past Dinant to the French frontier at Givet, the people had advanced but little. Legend and history, poetry and fiction, provoked an interesting reminiscence at almost every turn, for it was, indeed, a land that fascinated those used to the mad hurry of our modern money-making life.
Not far from quaint, old-world Dinant, with its church with the slate-covered, bulgy spire nestling beneath its fortress-crowned rock, its narrow cobbled streets, and its picturesque little Place, lay the pretty riverside village of Anseremme, the favourite resort of artists, being situated at the junction of the Lesse — one of the loveliest of rivers — with the Meuse.
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