Flower o' the Lily: A Romance of Old Cambray

When Gilles de Crohin, Sire de Froidmont, received that sabre-cut upon his wrist-a cut, by the way, which had been dealt with such efficacy that it very nearly severed his left hand from his arm-he swore, so I understand, both lustily and comprehensively. I have not a faithful record of what he did say, but from what I know of Messire, I can indeed affirm that his language on the occasion was as potent as it was direct and to the point.
As for the weapon which had dealt that same forceful st...