A film in three minutes, Flea. What do we do if we felt it was impossible to truly embrace our lives and the lives of our loved ones in the present when we felt such shame about the journey that got us there? Are the ghosts from our memories something to run away from or do we always have to face up to them at some point? In Jonas Bohr Asmusen's 2021 animated documentary Flea such questions are addressed by the film's subject Amin Nawabi, a former Afghani refugee who now resides in Denmark with his male partner. Nawabi's life, from his early childhood in Kabul to his family's traumatic fleeing to Russia and later Europe, is depicted in an animated interview style reminiscent of Ari Follman's 2008 award-winning documentary Waltz with Bashir. But Flea stands very much as its own work where a mixture of animation styles and archival footage create a mixed media visual interpretation of Amin's past from the 1980s to the present day. Rather than lessening the horrific experiences Amin's family went through, the animation in fact heightens the emotional impact of his story and adds an extra layer of solemnity to the brutality and suffering he and so many other refugees like him went through when they were smuggled by unscrupulous traffickers from one country to the next. This is assisted greatly by the documentary score composed by Uno Helmusen who makes excellent but somber use of violin strings and digitized percussion during the film's darker moments. But this is thankfully also juxtaposed in places by a selection of 80s and 90s pop hits which enable us to empathise with Amin on a familiar western level as he begins to also discover his attraction to men thanks in no small part to a poster of Jean-Claude Van Damme in his bedroom. If you had little or next to no opinion on the subject of human trafficking, you will after seeing Flea. The desperation of Amin's family and the harrowing journey they undertake is at times incredibly difficult to witness. It reminded me of how easy it is to forget the suffering so many have experienced in far removed war-torn nations like Afghanistan, a country whose tragic history is all the more relevant to us due to recent events. But making Amin a cartoon in no way infantilises his incredible journey. It instead humanises him in a way that perhaps we would become too desensitised to if the documentary had been presented as live-action. Flea is the first film to be nominated for Best Documentary, Best Foreign Film and Best Animated Feature at this year's Oscars. And it may win all three, but that shouldn't distract from how Amin's story can be replicated a million times over by displaced victims of war, corruption and famine. On that level, the film is not just a beautiful, life-affirming tale of one man's struggle but also an important reminder to look past the fear some wish for us to have for those seeking a better life and see the true soul beneath.


Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to the channel. My name is Jack the Buster. I should know be I'm gonna be honest a little bit terrified of this episode And the last one we saw the arrival of this Hawkeye character who pretty much one shot all of Don Creek's fleet And it appears he has come to finish the job that he started meanwhile Nami has stolen the going Mary So who knows how far she's already gone And I think this entire scenario has just plunged into chaos We're gonna hop right into the episode if you need to channel chop a sub hit that big blue best Let me see a future episode some of that like on this one. Let's just hop right into it Oh wait, it's kind of weird. There was no recap like there's no recap for every episode. Yeah, so she was looking at the wanted poster That looks like a book. Oh, it's a book of one of those Our long well, he's got a bounty. Yeah 20 million. Oh my goodness Dude, I understand Hello, I understand wanting to go after a bounty for that much money, but if he's that big of a bounty Okay, did she like kick them overboard? Oh, they she totally did yep. Bye. My boat now Business Quickly business playing the long con It's so sad though. You can tell she genuinely Sort of respects them but maybe not because she's stealing the ship So who knows I'm also surprised these dudes were able to get onto the the sea restaurant and not be washed away. Oh And that's when Hawkeye showed up. I still understand how that's possible Sword cut through an entire ship. Who can match that?  Yeah He's already developed a bond Zoro's gonna respect it won't like Luffy when he's angry He knows what he's signed up for Yeah, there's kind of like a fight going on we're about to be going on I just want to see this Hawkeye dude There is the candle the candle is so extra is his boat a coffin It's in the shape of a coffin.  He looks sick though What world's strongest man I guess we can do that. I Would I would say no one here stands a chance against him He knows he's been to the Grand Line Oh, that's it all that is enormous Dang dude. Oh man. That's like Zoro's idol then he wants to be the greatest swordsman.  Yeah, this is this is meant for him. I I would say Stand back though. He just cut a ship in half Okay, dude It's like pitch black Zoro's ready God this is an enormous blade Zoro, I would not take him on dude. I don't mean to underestimate Zoro, but this guy seems built different She's got his hands Oh shoot his eyes look really cool I Don't know man. This makes me nervous Don Creeks is ready for the show like Nami will have a change of heart That's what I'm kind of saying Maybe a little bit of both That's a good answer And we know why I didn't think we'd make that meet the strongest swordsman in the world this early on He's got another little blade. He's just disrespecting him No shot really Maybe that's how like Zoro will stand a chance No, no Frog in the well Dang, he wants.  Oh My god, no No, dude It looks like it Dude, he's so cool looking though. I just realized what's like the famous pirate and not pirate the the swordsman Is it Zoro like the movie? I think there's a move he kind of reminds me of him I don't know why but it's like I write cuz Zoro I think I gotta look it up or something if you know how I'm referring to He's fine with passion ambition Yeah, he's not even using his actual blade, bro. He may as well be blocking with his hands. Oh It looks like he's pushing him just a fail Fighting for her See, I'm glad we have this backstory now Just gotta pop off. He has to get in the flashbacks God this Zoro come on Precision no We can tell You Like he kind of don't know if he respects Zoro, but he realizes he's fighting for someone or something Tiger trap he actually stabbed him. That's his art style. This is crazy.  I like it. Wait, what would be like a mentor Zoro?   That is metal Sanji seeing who Zoro is Dude me hawk is built different.   He didn't want to kill him. I guess they gain respect for him Let's go.  I respect his confidence, but it's a little dumb oh Shoot it is going down, baby I can understand why that would work better as a standalone episode because that was a bad-ass fight Probably my favorite of the series thus far seeing Zoro's resolve I have the villains like that or what I was expecting out of one piece and it delivered and it's the world building like I said We're expecting this guy to show up once again He's saying come find me once you're strong enough. I'll hold this spot just for you He sees the resolve in Zoro He sees the determination and now it's set up this big kind of ground war between this Restaurantship versus Don Kreeg's ship and then we also have to see Usopp and them going after Nami to try and stop her But I think she'll have a change of heart guys That's been it for episode 24 of our one piece watch your job comment down below me So the episode we thought my reaction and as always hope you guys pay one or four extra day as per usual I'll catch you in the next one space base


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Alright guys, so after opening up all the packs I have, I finally have enough to make Mario and Wayne Gretzky So let's do that real quick here. Add it to the set Set complete. We're gonna complete it. Bang. We're ready for it. Alright, so I mean we're know what we're getting out of this pack Let's see what the goal call is here So this is Lemuel And I think that's what we're gonna go with in all honesty See super Mario And then Gretz here Gretzky All right, what's his synergies first off? Yeah, no, so Well, this was a no-brainer We're gonna go with Mario and the team's looking way better now. Alright guys So after you guys just watch that pack opening And I made Mario now this video. This is what the team is looking like So we're trying out Mario Lemuel for the first time, Mitch Marner for the first time, Bergeron, Maurice Rashard And I think that's about it and Seth Jones. So it's gonna be an interesting game I'm really excited to try out this Mario Lemuel. So let's get into the first game here. Alright, here we go Lemuel's first game here boys Bang, and he was the draw. We're winning this game Yeah, and you're soon as I saw Gartner charging him. That's a hook. You can't do that.   All right Ah, yeah, Lemuel's a good card. I could already tell. Oh What a pass Bang and Maurice Rashard scores two These debuts for these players. It's looking so good. Lemuel already has an assist and We won. Okay, we're gonna have to play another game, but we made a kid rage quit already So looking at the game stats here for like the five minutes that we did play Lemuel with an assist Tucker with a goal Rashard with a goal Don't think Marner did anything, but we gotta play one more game. That was way too short. Alright game two here Technically still game one. Good ping. We're still trying out the Mario. Let's go. I Gotta get the puck off quicker when Mitch Force to Lemuel and Mario Lemuel Too good and Mitch Marner with the feed. It's just too good Hannafin and Eklat together was probably not a smart pairing choice by me.  Yeah, good. I wanted that to Tucker in all honesty But that works see Mitch is gonna be great to go through guys on On the offense there on the break So I'm happy about that really happy. I pulled him this guy's good.  Oh my god.  Oh my goodness. That was dirty Good pass. I did not cover that. Well need to see it to one. It's okay. I Gotta cover that better It's kill my car not in that passing lane Hello, hello, hello, hello. Okay, whatever. I guess not not a fan of what just happened there, but cool Oh In front are you kidding me? What a save dude, I don't know how Panarin didn't talk that in Jones. Oh, what a shot Jones is crazy or not talk it at least sniping.  Not happy. I'm not playing well.   Let's just get out of this period, please All right. Well Yeah, okay, make sense Not a good look I just like 1.6 seconds man like literally just defend even game And I'm just not defending at all. Yeah, we need a big period from our top line here And for me in general, we're leaning forward now.  I can't I literally can't get a bump on anyone All right. Well, this is not looking good like let me let me still having a good game But like I'm just playing bad defensively I'm dunking. I really don't care. I'm dunking. We're down by one.  I definitely meant to do that kill mccart with a self pass off the boards. I'm elite.  What are you doing? There's a player right behind ekblad He's just like yeah, just go through me dug. We're not a fan of that at all ekblad Over what is that shot mitch mitch was doing a fade away there.  I see, huh?  This is crazy. I actually I'm actually getting ragged on that's Mental for a placement game. I'm getting ragged on. Okay, but we did end up losing five four We're gonna quickly look at our stats. I think my big player is that we debuted had a great game Like let me do a goal and assist. He had two points mariner with two assists the passing playmaker He is burgeon with a goal tucker with a goal Jones with an assist it wasn't all around great debut for all these players mariel feels amazing Like it's impossible to knock him off of the puck mariner as fast as Great debuts and I really do recommend these cards Anyways guys, that's going to be it for today's video if you guys did enjoy make sure you drop a like on it If you're new around here, make sure to hit the subscribe button and join the leaf or nation Also, if you want all my socials will be linked down below Join the community discord as well to uh, you know talk with me and the rest of the leaf or nation Anyways guys, thank you very much for watching. I'll talk to you guys later. Hey


Adventures by Morse. Carlton E. Morse presents Dead Men Proul featuring Captain Friday. If you like high adventure, come with me. If you like the stealth of intrigue, come with me. If you like blood and thunder, come with me. Two days ago Captain Bart Friday and his friend and guest Dr. Croft arrived in the little resort village of Holman across the bay from San Francisco. They had intended spending a quiet weekend at Captain Friday's summer cottage, but they had no sooner arrived in the village when things began to happen. On the beach they stumbled on the dead body of old Doc Sims. They found Andrew Waters, the other wealthy man of the village, dead by hanging. Then they found the half-wit Hartley boy shot through the heart. The weird part of the whole thing is the fact that these three dead are apparently prowling the streets and houses of the town of Holman. That right, Captain Friday? Yes, that's right. I've tried everything. Hand-cuffed them, tied them down, even stuffed the three bodies in the refrigeration room at the morgue. But it didn't do any good. They're still prowling. The only thing I know for certain is that Doc Sims and Andrew Waters are brothers. Walders had been masquerading under an assumed name. The half-wit Hartley boy had been accidentally shot by Andres Ruiz. I've smoked out that much, plus the fact that our other guests, Andres and Carmel Ruiz and Gail and Martin Stanley, are related. But this latest development has just about got me stumped. Carmel Ruiz has disappeared. Yes, Carmel Ruiz has disappeared. The prowling dead have taken the little cousin of Andres. Death stalks in Holman. While Dr. Jamie Croft lay bound and gagged in Captain Friday's cottage, and while the Captain and Andres were racing along the coast of the Pacific to bring back the runaway Martin and Gail Stanley, brother and sister, one of the prowling dead had somehow escaped from the ruins of the morgue. He escaped from the ruins to stalk into the rear window of the cottage and kidnap the sleeping Carmel. And the dead thing who did this was the strangled body of our own uncle, Andrew Waters, the prowler who earlier had buried Gail Stanley alive in the sand. And the reason Captain Friday knew it was Waters was that the prowler had left damp footsteps on the bedroom floor and on the wet sand outside the window. And those footprints were Andrew Waters.  Andres Ruiz, cousin of Carmel, is beside himself over the disappearance of Carmel. He is pacing the floor in Captain Friday's summer cottage. But I will go crazy. I will kill myself if anything have happened to my Carmel. If you do not fight this on your Captain, I will go mad. Now take it easy, Andres. Sit down, will you? You get on my nerves pacing up and down like that. But Captain Friday... Look here, Andres, be reasonable. There's no use running around the country. We'd never find her that way. If you'll just hang on to yourself for a minute. Do you have an idea? I might have if you'd be quiet for just two minutes. Oh, in two minutes I will be mad. I do not know what I do now. Look here, Andres, I can't tell you how sorry I am. I haven't the faintest idea of what happened to Carmel. Well, you have shown very bad nature, Senor Stanley. I do not know what to believe about you. I don't blame you for saying that. It's true and I know it. And I'm sorry. Well, for why have you done all these things? Say bad things. Try to run away. Oh, no, I'm always pulling something I'm sorry for afterwards. But look here, Andres, if there's anything I can do to help save Carmel, I'll go the limit to do it. And he means it too, Andres. Yes, I think he does. Hey, look everyone, I've got a hunch. I'm going out for three or four minutes and you four stay here. Don't one of you dare move out of this room? Not out of the room? Not a move. Like company, Captain? Not this time, Dr. Croft. I've got to travel fast. Anyway, I'd like you to stay here with the others. You'll all be safer. But what about your own safety, Captain? Don't worry, I'll be okay. I'm fine now. Don't even leave the room. Where do you suppose he's going? Oh, if he will only bring back Carmel. Oh, I hope he does. I feel we should be doing something. Oh, see, but Captain Friday said to wait here. It's all nonsense sitting around in one room when we might be out searching. You are nervous too, Senior Doctor. Oh, it is enough to make everybody crazy. But still, Captain Friday said he had an idea. Yes, but supposing it is wrong, Miss Stanley. You're right there, Andres. Theories are very dangerous things to work with. There is apt to be wrong, as right. And still, I have very great faith in this Captain. Oh, yes, we must believe in him. We'd be lost if we didn't. Who else have we to turn to? Well, there's Dr. Croft here. I'm afraid I'm not much of a detective, Stanley. I tell you, it is not possible that my Uncle Andrew Walter should have Carmel. It is not possible. He's dead. The dead have done a number of impossible things lately, I'm afraid, Andres. Oh, I know, but I see with my own eyes the walls of the morgue fall down on all three bodies. They are pinned under hundreds of tons of stone and mortar. That's a wonder you and the Captain weren't killed. Well, we would have been if we had not seen the walls falling and running through the ice-cold room, which protected us a little from the falling stones. A remarkable escape, Andres. But what I am interested in is about these bodies. They are buried deep under the walls, and yet one of the dead men have carried off Carmel. Open the door. Somebody open the door. Who is this, the Captain? Have we opened? Have we opened it? Carmel! Carmel, have I opened Carmel? Ah, get out of the way, Andres. Can't you see she's tied, hand and foot? Here she hurts, Captain. Here she hurts. Oh, no. Here, let me put her on the lounge. Here is knife, Senor. Cut her loose. Here, here. For the love of Mike, Andres, get out from underfoot. She is not hurt. Kamish is not hurt.  You mustn't. Ah, there. Here, Andres, take the knife and cut her legs free. See, see, Senor, I will do anything. Oh, Carmel, but it is good you are safe. Poor kid.  Don't crowd in so close around her. Here, Captain, let me give her a couple of these tablets. She mustn't go on like that. Will they quiet her? I think they will. Here, child. Swallow these and then take a sip of water. Is there anything I can do, Dr. Croft? No, I think not. She's just highly wrought up. She'll grow quieter in a few minutes.  She was calling for you when I found her. And she... She was calling for me? Oh, Senor. She was calling for me?   I knew he was in love with Carmel the moment I first saw them together. But, Captain, where was Carmel? Where did you find her? If you've examined this cottage closely, you'll notice that the backs of the closets have not been finished off. You can go through the back in among the floor studdings and rafters. Oh, yes. Yes, I noticed that. My old aunt used to put junk that she didn't want to throw away back in them. I found Carmel stuffed back among the joists and studdings of her own closet. But what made you look there? Then you must have carried her through the back window and around to the front door. Yes, I did, all right. But what for? Did it to throw our would-be murderer off the trail? You mean he's around here? Maybe. Maybe not. But why didn't we hear her crying? She was gagged. Captain, what made you think of looking in the house for her? It would have been too dangerous to take her out. He might have been spotted. Besides, the tracks he left when he went away showed he wasn't carrying anything. No, I remember it, Captain. That was the same clue you got when we were hunting Miss Stanley here. When she was bedded to the sand. Well, we think even a dead body learned not to make the same mistake twice in a row. And so you figured out the body must be in the house. How did you happen to think of looking in the girl's own wardrobe? I figure he'd probably be working fast, not knowing how long I'd be gone. Besides, Dr. Croft, you were tied up in the other room. Might get free at any minute. Yes, quite natural when you stop to think of it. And so from force of necessity you figured he'd hide her in the handiest place. Force of necessity and craftiness. He'd hardly expect us to look so near the scene of the crime for her. Oh, well, Andre seems to have Carmel quieted. Perhaps we can talk to her now. We'll have a try anyhow. Carmel, you're not going to cry anymore, eh? Oh, we are going to be very happy you and I. Eh, Carmel, you don't look like the same young lady I carried in a few minutes ago. Oh, but, Senor, she understand now that she's going to be very happy for the rest of her life. Look here, Carmel, you feel like talking? Yes. Please, you will not bring back bad memories? Sorry, Andres, but we've got to get all the information we can. Please, Andres, I don't mind if you'll sit beside me. Oh, nothing in the world could make me move. Okay, now then tell us what happened. I was asleep when something touched me and I opened my eyes and... Oh, please, get... I'm all right, Andres.  It didn't look like it was alive. There was a rope around its neck. Oh, it is a monstrous thing. What did you do? When he saw it was awake, he put his hand over my mouth. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. He held me so tight I fought just as hard as I could. Oh, my poor Carmel. And one of his fingers slipped into my mouth. And I bit down on it just as hard as I could. You bit his finger, huh? Yes. And when he jerked it away, there was blood on his hand. Captain, a dead man doesn't bleed. Oh, he doesn't. No. Yes, that's just what I was thinking. What then, Carmel? He put a plother on my face so I couldn't see your scream after he tied me up so I couldn't move. He carried me someplace. But if it is live man, Captain, my uncle couldn't be alive and dead at the same time. Never heard of it being done before. But if there's a live man mixed up in this thing, we ought to get after him. Yes, but where would we look? I think that'll be easy. You mean, you know where he is? I have a hunch I can walk out that door into the hallway and march our friend Andrew Walters back in here in jig time. What are you saying? Are you listening to us on the other side of the door? I have a hunch he's been listening, all right. Oh. Dr. Croft, am I coming with me? Not at all. You armed? No, but... Never mind. I don't think we'll have much trouble. You folks stay here. And I mean right where you are. I'll be back in two minutes with Andrew Walters, dead or alive. Captain Friday has promised the four young people, Andres and Carmel Ruiz and Gail and Martin Stanley, that he would return in two minutes with Andrew Walters, the man who was found hanged in his home. The eyes of the four are fixed on the doorway as it opens slowly and cautiously. You're going to choke me. The rope around his neck. Oh, no. All right, go on in. I've got to get in your back and I won't have to... Take him away. Take him away. It's all right. I have his hands cuffed together behind him. He can't hurt you. But who is he? Hey, don't you see? Don't you see he's got on one of those rubber face months? Oh, no. What is this? Captain Friday, where's Dr. Croft? Don't you know? What? Captain. It is Dr. Croft behind that mask. Oh, sure. Have a look. Captain Friday, would you mind removing that rope from around my neck?  Now, see here, Doctor. I'm giving you a choice. Do you tell him or do I? Why? Well, make a very pleasant story. I think I should like to tell it. All right, go ahead. My dear nieces and nephews. What's that? What did you say? For why do you call us nieces and nephews? Because it happens due to certain biologic and sociological phenomena to be true. Oh, cut that stuff out. Who are you anyway? Very like Dark Sims, you are intemperment boy. Nuts. As to who I am, do you recall the autobiography left by Andrew Walters, Elias Van Sims? Do you recall that there was a third brother, Franklin Sims, who was murdered in the Near East? I am Franklin Sims. Right, Captain? That's right. Get along with the story, Doctor. Oh, yeah, quite right. You see, that night 20 years ago we got news that our father was dying. The night Dark Sims took Vance out and got him thoroughly intoxicated and then hit me over the head and dumped me in a nasty smelling river. Then Dark Sims, not Andrew Walters, was the murderer. Oh, no, there was no murderer. But I crawled out of the river and foul and smelly as I was from the thick river water. I continued to live. But if you are who you say you are, why didn't you come back to the United States at once and claim you're part of the estate? Because, my dear, for almost three years I was so horribly ill I spent most of my time balancing on the brink between life and death. Later, I went to Germany and I became a medical student. And still you didn't try to get your share of the money? My life had become a thing apart from my family and my rightful estate. I intended never to return to America. And then about 12 years ago everything became changed again. I became interested in certain biological experimentations. I spent every cent I had saved, could earn and borrow and still I needed more. And then I remembered the great fortune which had been taken from me in America. I determined to get it back by fair means or foul. It was mine and I determined to have it. But, senor, it was not us who had her... Wait a minute, Andres. I returned to San Francisco under the assumed name of Dr. Jamie Croft while I got the lay of the land. When I first arrived my brother, Doc Sims, held the entire estate. It seemed an easy matter to put him out of their way. Enter my claim. And then I discovered that he had a niece and a nephew to whom the property would go in the case of his death. That's you, Miss Stanley, and your brother, Martin. And while I was trying to find some means of overcoming this difficulty who should come on the scene but Andrew Walters and without any fuss, he took over half the Sims estate. It took me three years to discover that he was my other brother, Vance. And then, by a bit of house-breaking and prowling, I discovered that he too had a niece and a nephew whom he favored in case of his death. Maybe you can't, mainland. You, Andres. Yes, go on. Well, in the meantime, I was working out a little scheme which worked rather nicely when the time came. About eight years ago, my brother, Doc Sims, died. Hey, what's that? Our uncle died eight years ago? Yes, all of eight years ago. And being on the ground at the time, I quietly buried the body and stepped into his shoes. Now, wait a minute, Doctor. I've known both you and Doc Sims for more than two years. Which says a great deal for my ability as an impersonator. Do you mean to say that you've been acting the part of two doctors for eight years? I have sufficient proof for even you, Captain Friday. But the body? We saw the body of Doc Sims. That, my dear, was also a plant. For the last year, I've been taking care of an old chap over in my San Francisco office. He was a nondescript without any family. But he looked remarkably like me in my role of Doc Sims. For six months, I practically made him live with narcotics and drugs, waiting for the proper time to inject him into the picture. And when Andrew Walter's mellow, St. Fandrius and Carmel to come and live with him, I knew that time was at hand. Well, you'll have to explain that a little. Easily. By whole trouble lay in the four cousins who were to inherit the two estates. They must be gotten rid of. With all four in Holman, I believe that might be attended to.  And so when my brother Vance, Walter's, as you know him, called you two, I sent for Gail and Martin Stanley. What about this old fellow you passed off for Doc Sims? Now, Captain, I assure you I didn't kill him. The poor chap died a natural death. He's body out of the morgue ruin. Show it to any coroner. Worn out body will be the verdict. Died mighty handy for you. Quite, but the point is he did die and naturally. Which, by the way, gave me the idea for the rest of this amusing little drama which has occurred since. And you admit that you're responsible for the movement of these bodies from the morgue? Naturally. And you admit burying Gail Stanley alive? My apology, Miss Stanley, but it wasn't necessary to my plan. Oh, you must be mad. Quite sane. Thank you, quite sane. And by the way, Captain, I had to rush like the deuce to get Andrew Walter's shoes back on him for the morgue, but I made it all right. Yes, so I noticed.  Again, my apologies. I always was a bad shot. You put us out and then took the papers out of the safe and stuck them in the pocket of your substitute Doc Sims and left his body where we'd find it. Exactly. Oh, what for? To impress you all with the fact that dead bodies actually were on the prowl. You leave Carmel's Hexchief in Doc Sims' house. Why you do that?  Nice fellow.  You know, Captain, I think that was my masterpiece. How did you do it? Why, I simply had the Hartley Boy's body handy. When you, Carmel and Andres, were in the room, I crept upstairs. I got the body, I took a crack at Andres, I shouted and I rolled down the stairs with a half-wit's body. Oh, sacrament. Startling bit of realism. May, Captain? Dr. Croft, were you the one that got us to go to the refrigeration room of the morgue? I thought I had all of you at that time. After knocking the Captain out, I ran to the cottage and changing my voice as much as possible told you to go to the basement of the morgue. When you rushed in, I swung the door shut at... There you were. Please, when we liked you so much, how could you do that to us? Oh, let's not go into that, please. Well, then I set the three bodies on guard. Startling effect, eh, Captain? Then you came back and dragged me in the closet with you and locked the door. And all the time, we were breaking down the door. I had the key in my pocket. Seems to me I'm the guy that told you once that the solution to this business, once I got my hands on it, would be so simple, I'd blush to think as to it sooner. Well, get an eyeful of me blushing. Oh, see here, Captain, you're not giving me enough credit. I admit, however, I made a couple of mistakes. One of them was forgetting to turn off the light in the morgue. If I hadn't been in such a hurry that time, you'd never have thought of searching the morgue until it was too late. See here, Doctor, how did you fix it so that the halfway took a shot at me and then fell down the stairs? Simple. I braced the body against the handrail and hooked a gun in his coat. Fastened the trigger to the door with a piece of wire. Bresto, when the door opened, the gun exploded and the body lunged down the stairs. Mm-hmm. Good thing for me it didn't allow for the up jerk of the muzzle of the revolver when it went off. I told you I didn't know much about guns, Captain. After all, I'm a medical man, not a gangster.  Surely he didn't... Oh, that I know nothing about.  Please. Please, he did not. I did not know it until the senior captain told me, but it was I who did this thing. Andres! Andres, you didn't! Oh, please, Carmel, it was the most horrible mistake. It's like this. Remember the night you kids saw the skeleton on the beach and Andres shot at it? Well, the skeleton was the half-wit boy and Andres killed him. His father had given him several rubber masks and some luminous paint for Halloween and the foolish boy continued to use it to amuse himself. The boy's father knows all about this now. And that, by the way, is where I got that mask you recently saw on my face. I found it lying outside the morgue. Dr. Croft, what was your idea in blowing up the morgue? Oh, Captain, you cannot imagine how uneasy a person grows having a bloodhound like yourself on his trail. I grew more and more certain that you were beginning to suspect the truth. So I laid the trap and got you and Andres off on a pretext of hearing a woman scream.  Too bad I didn't do a better job of it. I get your point exactly, Martin. The rail simspirit. Oh, I never want to hear that name again. You see, you made your big mistake, Doctor, when you kidnapped Carmel here. I was plain crazy. You're right, Captain. But I was getting rather upset. Things were growing a little too warm. You'll have to excuse it on that basis, I'm afraid. You see, I'd stolen Andrew Walter's shoes again before I set the trap in the morgue. But I must confess, I entirely forgot to make deep tracks in the sand when I left. Juicy thought this of me. Yes. So was that stunt of hiding your mask and rope and shoes in your medicine case after you'd finished with them? Undoubtedly. Oh, I can see a number of things I'd do differently if I were going to do it over again. You know, one thing puzzles me, though. How did you get the body of this substitute Doc Sims on the beach? Captain, I don't know if you realize it, but I angled like the juicer to get you to bring me over to home on this particular weekend. Now that I think of it, you were plenty eager to come. Well, I got the invitation. The day we were to come over, I took the body in my lounge and I brought it over. The natives sold them walk on the beach so I felt perfectly safe in leaving it there for a few hours. I got back to San Francisco just in time to meet you. Then we came over together. Oh.  But you're not going to use them, are you, Captain? You think not? Drag these children through the mire of prosecuting their own uncle? Bring all this family history to life? Oh, no. We don't want to do that. I couldn't bear it. Exactly. That's just too bad. Oh, look, Captain, Friday, haven't we gone through it enough?  I think the police department would like to have a little talk with Dr. Crofts. As a matter of fact... Come in. Hey, cryin' out loud, Kathy. I've been... Oh, excuse me. I didn't know you had company. Oh, that's all right, Skip. These people are all friends. Yeah? Well, you sure got some nice friends, boss. Now, this is Gail Stanley, Miss Stanley, my right-hand man, Skip Turner. Hello, Skip. Howdy, Miss Stanley. And Miss Carmel Ruiz. Oh, how do you do, Mr. Turner? Miss Ruiz. Well, ain't that funny? You know, I think I remember meeting you before, Miss Ruiz. Um, Carmel. Wasn't it down at, uh... Skip. Huh? Did you come all the way from San Francisco just to meet my guests? Oh, hey, I almost forgot. We got an important job down south. Down south? Where down south? Hollywood. Here's the telegram. Who's it from? Don't say it. Go ahead and read it. Meet me at Maggie's intimate drinking salon. Sunset strip Hollywood tonight at 8. Signed a desperate sister. And what is this, a gag? Gag? I just got a phone call from the same gal. And she wired us $1,000 expense money. Why did she phone? Well, just to be sure, it would be that 8 o'clock tonight. Hey, look, we just got time to catch a 5 p.m. plane south. That's why I hustled over here. I got the tickets. She must be desperate.  Okay, Skip, we'll look into it. Oh, by the way, you got your handcuffs? Why, sure. Why? Just slip them on Dr. Croft here. We'll drop them off at the Hall of Justice. You bet you. Here you are, fella. And another one. There you go. Nice little charm bracelet. Oh, see you here, Captain Friday. I can afford to... Save it for the judge, Dr. Croft. He loves those little stories. The rest of you check in with the police in San Francisco. I'll see you as soon as I get back from Hollywood. All right, let's go. Yeah. Oh, uh... Carmel, if you should happen to be in Hollywood in the next few days... Come on, Skip. There's a desperate sister waiting for us in Maggie's intimate drinking salon. Let's get moving. So Captain Friday and his operative Skip Turner are headed for Maggie's intimate drinking salon on the sunset strip in Hollywood. The telegram's said to be there at 8 o'clock tonight and was sent by one who signed herself a desperate sister. Tune in next week at the same time for this newest adventure thriller by Carton E. Morse titled, You'll Be Dead in a Week. You are listening to Adventures by Morse.


The Honeywell Lyric Encrypted Security and Automation System. The Honeywell Lyric Controller serves as the main controller for the Lyric Security and Automation System, which comes with a 1024 x 600 7-inch touchscreen display. End users will have the luxury of choosing what communicators to activate, the onboard Wi-Fi, optional LTE cellular only, or a combination to obtain dual path alarm monitoring services. Lyric offers interchangeable cellular radios in the event a new one is needed. The panel has a 2 megapixel front-mounted camera so when the system is disarmed, it can text or email a notification to end users that have the Total Connect 2.0 services and the onboard Wi-Fi communicator activated. Lyric offers its own line of security sensors called six devices. Six offers a 128-bit AES one-way encryption back to the main controller with a 300-foot nominal range. This helps protect against a possible intruder from jamming the signals of the sensor back to the main control panel. One of the biggest advantages end users seem to love is the one-go-all-go feature. This is when one six-smoke detector is triggered. All of the additional six-smoke sensors will trigger as well. Not only is the Lyric controller a home security system, it can also be set up to use Z-Wave automation devices so you can create a smart home wireless mesh network. Include these Z-Wave or Z-Wave Plus devices into scenes so that at the touch of one button in the Total Connect 2.0 app, end users can automatically have the system arm or disarm, set thermostat temperature accordingly, toggle lights on or off, and either lock or unlock a door simultaneously. Lyric has access to its own recordable two-way audio IP camera line, which offers an indoor, outdoor, and dbcam video doorbell option. Honeywell has been working for quite some time on becoming compatible with several key integrations, such as Apple Home Kit, Chamberlain Garage Doors, August Smart Locks, Amazon Alexa, as well as the Honeywell Lyric, Honeywell Wi-Fi, and Honeywell RedLink thermostats. The downsides to the Honeywell Lyric controller we could find were, you can't view IP cameras from the main touchscreen like you could in the past. Lyric from factory doesn't come with a 24-hour backup battery, it can be purchased separately. No wireless repeater for 6-series sensors yet. No recessed 6-door window contact. No hardwired-to-wireless module that will allow for encrypted signals back to the Lyric controller. Lyric doesn't integrate with Nest thermostats at this time. No Ratchio sprinkler control for irrigation. No Lutron light integration. As of now there is only an AT&T LTE cellular backup option, though in the future there should be a Verizon option. 6-series sensors are listed as the lowest wireless range for RF sensors at 300 feet nominal. Lyric doesn't offer any additional partitioning. This system works with Z-Wave Plus automation devices, but they will not enjoy the encryption factor. With Total Connect 2.0 app, there is no way to include scenes on the front screen. You must select a few more buttons to run a scene. Please comment below if you have any questions, we are here to help. Make sure to subscribe to our YouTube page and click the Show More tab underneath the video where you can view valuable links pertaining to this product, similar how-to videos, and our low-cost, no-contract alarm monitoring services.


So I use a operating system called Nix. It's called NixOS. It's built around the fact of immutable package management. So what I'm saying is that every package on my computer has a unique hash. And that hash is a hash consisting of all the inputs that it gets, all the build commands that it gets, and all the dependencies, and it builds one package.  You can think of it as an immutable data structure on my disk. So if you actually look at my 3 minus a slash user, there's nothing in my slash user. So this is the mutable part of all Linux machines, at least. So this is actually pointing to a similar Nix to the hash that now has four details bin and something. So I'll just show you how I manage my dot files. So I use something called HoneManager, which is based on Nix. So what I do is I have my dot files in Git. So let's say I want to change my VMRC for some weird reason. Let's say I want to change my JMM color scheme. Yeah, that's the best to change. So OK, I want to remove this. I've decided I don't want to color this color scheme. So what I can do is I can kind of commentate it out. I just say HoneManager. OK, so I'll just run Vim right now to show you how it actually looks. So this is the, oops, I think color scheme is pretty bad here. OK, fine. That's OK. We'll see what happens. So this is the existing Vim. I just do a HoneManager switch. So it's kind of like warnings. So it's building all these things. So it's actually building the first one, which is VMRC, and it has a dependency, blah, blah, blah, blah. It defines my entire home directory and all these things. Now, let's say I start Vim, it looks the same. But I think it's because my background is transparent. So it doesn't actually make sense. Oh, this has changed. Yeah, this has changed. Yeah, OK. So this is how I manage.  So HoneManager, actually, I told you it's immutable copies. I can ask for generations. And this is like, oops, sorry, my generation right now is 31. And it's all immutable copies, all of these things, right? This first part of the thing after the thing. So I'm sure all of you are hearing about these things about immutability in code and all these things. But I mean, Nix just takes it to the next level and actually gets you package manager. That's just what I wanted to share.


CHAPTER XXI On the evening after the battle of Poitiers, a splendid entertainment was served in the tent of the Prince of Wales, the King of France, and all the principal prisoners. John with his son and six of his highest noblers were seated at a table raised above the rest, and the Prince himself waited as page upon the French King. John and Wayne endeavored to persuade the Prince to be seated. The latter refused, saying that it was his pleasure as well as his duty to wait upon one, who had shown himself to be the best and bravest knight in the French army. The example of the Black Prince was contagious, and the English vived with each other in generous treatment of their prisoners. All were treated as friends, and that night an immense number of knights and squires were admitted to ransom on such terms as had never before been known. The captors simply required their prisoners to be declaring good faith what they could afford to pay without pressing themselves too hard, for they did not wish, they said, to ransom knights or squires on terms which would prevent them from maintaining their station in society, from serving their lords, or from riding forth in arms to advance their name and honor. Upon the following morning solemn thanksgivings were offered up on the field of battle for the glorious victory. Then the English army, striking its tents, marched back toward Bordeaux. They were unmolested upon this march, for although the divisions of the Dauphin and the Duke of Orléans had now re-unniated, and were immensely superior in numbers to the English. Encumbered, as the latter were, moreover, with prisoners and booty, the tremendous defeat which they had suffered, and still more the capture of the King, paralyzed the French commanders, and the English reached Bordeaux without striking another blow. Not long after they had reached that city, the Cardinal of Périgaux and other legates presented themselves to arrange peace, and these negotiations went on throughout the winter. The Prince had received full powers from his father, and his demands were very moderate. But in spite of this no final peace could be arranged, and the result of the conference was the proclamation of a truce, to last for two years from the following Easter. During the winter immense numbers of the prisoners who had gone at large upon petrol came in and paid their ransoms, as did the higher noblers who had been taken prisoners, and the whole army was greatly enriched. At the end of April the Prince returned to England with King John. The procession through the streets of London was a magnificent one.  The King received his royal prisoner in state in the great hall of his palace at Westminster, and did all in his power to alleviate the sorrows of his condition. The splendid palace of the Savoy, with gardens extending to the Thames, was pointed for his residence, and every means was taken to soften his captivity. During the absence of the Black Prince in Guyenne the King had been worrying in Scotland. Here his success had been small, as the scotch had retreated before him, wasting the country. David Bruce, the rightful King, was a prisoner in England, and Belial, a descendant of the rival of Robert Bruce, had been placed upon the throne. As Edward passed through Roxborough he received from Belial a former session of his rights and titles to the throne of Scotland, and in return for this purely nominal gift he bestowed an annual income upon Belial, who lived and died a pensioner of England. After Edward's return to England negotiations were carried out with the scotch, and a treaty was signed by which a truce of ten years was established between the two countries, and the liberation of Bruce was granted on a ransom of one hundred thousand marks. And this organization into which France had been thrown by a capture of its King increased rather than diminished. Among all classes, man's throw in the absence of a repressive power to gain advantages and privileges. Serious riots occurred in many parts, and the demagogues of Paris, headed by Stephen Marcell and Robert Lecoq, Bishop of Lyon, set a defiance to the fawn and the ministers and lieutenant of the King. Terror and violence stained the streets of Paris with blood. General law, public order, and private security were all lost. Great bodies of brigands devastated the country, and a whole of France was thrown into confusion. So terrible was the disorder that the inhabitants of every village were obliged to fortify the ends of their streets and keep watch and word as in the cities. The proprietors of land on the banks of rivers spent the night in boats moored in the middle of the stream, and in every house and castle throughout the land man remained armed as if against instant attack. Then arose the terrible insurrection known as the Jacquerie. For centuries the peasantry of France had suffered under the bondage to which there had never been any approach in England. Their lives and liberties were wholly at the mercy of their feudal lords. He thereto no attempted resistance had been possible, but the tremendous defeat of the French at Poitiers by a handful of English aroused the hope among the sheriffs that the moment for vengeance had come. The movement began among a handful of peasant in the neighborhood of Saint-Louis and Clermont. These declared that they would put to death all the gentlemen in the land. The cry spread through the country. The sheriffs, armed with pikes, poured out from every village, and the number of the lower classes from the towns joined them. Their first success was an attack upon a small castle. They burned down the gates and slew the night to whom it belonged, with his wife and children of all ages. Their numbers rapidly increased. Castle after castle was taken and stormed, palaces and houses leveled to the ground. Fire, plunder, and massacres swept through the fairest provinces of France. The peasants swied with each other in inventing debts of fiendish cruelty and outrage upon every man, woman, and child of the better classes, who fell into their hands. Owing to the number of the nobles, who had fallen at Caissie and Poitiers, and of those still captives in England, many of their wives and daughters remained unprotected, and these were the special victims of the fiendish malignity of the peasantry. Separated in many bands, the insurgents marched through the Bezouvie, Swansonois, and Wermondois, and as they approached, a number of unprotected ladies of the highest families in France fled to Moe, where they remained under the guard of the young Duke of Orléans and a handful of man-at-arms. After the conclusion of the peace at Bordeaux, Sir Walter Summers had been dispatched on a mission to some of the German princes, with whom the king was in close relations. The business was not of an honorous nature, but Walter had been detained for some time over it. He spent a pleasant time in Germany, where, as an emissary of the king and one of the victors of Poitiers, the young English knight was made much of. When he set out on his return he joined the capital de Buche, who, ever thirsting for adventure, had, on the conclusion of the truth, gone to serve in a campaign in Germany. With him was the French Count de Foix, who had been also serving throughout the campaign. On entering France from the Rhine the three knights were shocked at the misery and ruin which met their eyes on all sides. Every castle and house throughout the country, of a class superior of those of the peasants, was destroyed, and tales of the most horrible outrages and murders met their ears. I regret, de Count de Foix, modernously, that I have been away warring in Germany, for it is clear that every true night is wanted at home to crush down these human wolves. Me thinks, the capital rejoined, that France will do well to invite the chivalry of all other countries to assemble and to aid to put down this horrible insurrection. I, de Count said bitterly, but who is to speak in the name of France? The Dufon is powerless, and the virtual government is in the hands of Marcel and other ambitious traitors, who hail the doings of the Jacquerie with delight, for these mad peasants are doing their work of destroying the knights and nobles. The villages, through which they passed, were deserted saved by women, and in the small towns the people of the lower class cowled threateningly at the three knights, but they with their following of forty men at arms, of whom five were followers of Walter, fifteen of the capital, and twenty of the Count de Foix, ventured not to proceed beyond evil glances. I would, de Foix said, that these dogs would but lift a hand against us, by Saint Stephen, we would teach them a rough lesson. His companions were all of the same mind, for all were excited to fury by the terrible tales which they heard. All these stories were new to them, for although rumors had reached Germany of the outbreak of a peasant insurrection in France, the movement had just but begun when they started. As far as the frontier they had travelled leisurely, but they had hastened their pace more and more, as they learned how sore was the strait of the nobles and the gentry of the country, and how grievously every good sword was needed. When they reached Chalon they heard much fuller particulars than had before reached them, and learned that the Duchess of Normandy, the Duchess of Orléans, and near three hundred ladies had sowed refuge in Moe, and that they were there guarded but by a handful of men at arms under the Duke of Orléans, while great bands of serfs were pouring in from all parts of the country round, to massacre them. Moe is eighty miles from Chalon, but the three knights determined to press onward with all speed in hopes of averting the catastrophe. The downed their horses an hour or two to rest, they rode forward, and pressing on without halt or delay, safe such as was absolutely needed by the horses, they arrived at Moe late the following night, and found to their delight that the insurgents, although swarming in immense numbers round the town, had not yet attacked it. The arrival of the three knights and their followers was greeted with joy by the ladies. They, with their guard, had taken up their position in the market-house and marketplace, which were separated from the rest of the town by the river Main, which flowed through the city. The consultation was at once held, and it being found that the Duke of Orléans had but twenty men at arms with him, it was determined that it was impossible to defend the city walls. But that upon the following morning they would endeavor to cut their way with the ladies through the peasant-hosts. In the night, however, an uproar was heard in the city. The burgers had risen and had opened the gates to the peasants, who now poured in in thousands. Every hour increased their numbers. The marketplace was besieged in the morning, and an hour or two afterwards a large body of the Ruffians of Paris, under the command of a brutal grocer named Pierre Gilles, arrived to swell their ranks. The attack on the market-house continued, and the Duke of Orléans held a consultation with the three knights. It was agreed that against such a host of enemies the marketplace could not long be defended, and that their best hope lay in selling out and falling upon the assailants. Accordingly, the men at arms were drawn up in order, with the banners of the Duke of Orléans and the can de Foix, and the penance of the capital and Sir Walter's summers displayed, and the gates were opened, and with leveled lances the little party rode out. Hitter to nothing had been heard save yells of anticipated triumph and fears in precautions and threats against the defenders from the immense multitude without. But the appearance of the orderly ranks of the knights and men at arms as they issued through the gate struck a silence of fear through the mass. Without an instant's delay the knights and men at arms, with leveled lances, charged into the multitude. A few attempted to fight, but more strove to fly, as the nobles and their followers, throwing away their lances, fell upon them with sword and battleaxe. Jammed up in the narrow street of a small-walled town, overthrown and impetting each other in their efforts to escape, trampled down by the heavy horses of the men at arms, and tuned down by their swords and battleaxes, the insurgents fell in boss numbers. Multitudes succeeded in escaping through the gates into the fields, but here they were followed by the knights and their retainers, who continued charging among them and slaying till utter weariness compelled them to cease from the pursuit and return to Moe. Not less than seven thousand of the insurgents had been slain by the four knights and fifty men, for ten had been left behind to guard the gates of the marketplace. History has no record of so was the slaughter by so small a body of man. This terrific punishment put a summary end to the jacquerie. Already in other parts several bodies had been defeated, and their principal leader, Caillier, with three thousand of his followers slain near Clémont, but the defeated Moe was the crushing blow which put an end to the insurrection. On their return to the town, the knights executed a number of burgers, who had joined the peasants, and the greater part of the town was burned to the ground, as a punishment for having opened the gates to the peasants and united with them. The knights and the ladies then started for Paris. On air on the city they found that it was threatened by the forces of the Dufon. Marcel had strongly fortified the town, and with his ally, the infamous king of Navarre, bade defiance to the royal power. However, the excesses of the demagogue had aroused against him the feeling of all better classes of the inhabitants. The king of Navarre, who was ready at all times to break his oath and betray his companions, marched his army out of the town and took up a position outside the walls. He then secretly negotiated peace with the Duke of Normandy, by which he agreed to yield to their fate Marcel and twelve of the most obnoxious burgers, while at the same time he persuaded Marcel that he was still attached to his interest. Marcel, however, was able to be hired than the Duke of Normandy, and he entered into the new treaty with the treacherous king, by which he stipulated to deliver the city into his hands during the night.  Fortunately, Papandes-Essas and Joan de Charny, two loyal kings who were in Paris, obtained information from the plan a few minutes before the time appointed for its execution. Arming themselves instantly, and collecting a few followers, they rushed to the houses of the chief conspirators, but found them empty, Marcel and his companions having already gone to the gates. Passing to the hotel de Ville, the knights entered, snatched down the royal banner which was kept there, and them furling it, mounted their horses and rode through the streets, calling all men to arms. They reached the ports and on to one, just at the moment when Marcel was at the act of opening it, in order to give admission to the Navarys. When he heard a shout, he tried with his friends to make his wait into the best deal, but his retreat was intercepted, and the severe and bloody struggle took place between the two parties. Stephen Marcel, however, was himself slain by Sir Joan de Charny, and almost all his principal companions fell with him. The inhabitants then threw open their gates, and a duke of Normandy entered. Walter Somers had, with his companions, joined the army at the duke, and placed his sword at his disposal, but when the French prince entered Paris without the necessity of fighting, he took leave of him, and with the capital returned to England. Rare indeed were the jewels which Walter brought home to his wife. For the three hundred noble ladies rescued at Moe, from dishonor and death had insisted upon bestowing tokens of their regard and gratitude upon the rescuers, and as many of them belonged to the richest as well of the noblest families in France, the presents which Walter does receive from the grateful ladies were of immense value. He was welcomed by the king and prince of Wales with great honor, for the battle at Moe had excited the admiration and astonishment of all Europe. The jacquerie was considered as a common danger in all civilized countries, for if successful it might have spread far beyond the boundaries of France, and constituted a danger of chivalry, and indeed to society universally. Thus King Edward gave the highest mark of his satisfaction to the capital and Walter, at his considerable grants of land to the estates of the latter, and raised him to the dignity of Baron Summers of Westerham. It has always been a matter of wonder that King Edward did not take advantage of the other state of confusion and anarchy which prevailed in France to complete his conquest of that country, which there is no reasonable doubt he could have affected with ease. Civil warrants' strife prevailed throughout France, famine devastated it, and without leaders or concord, dispirited and empowered by defeat, France could have offered no resistance to such an army as England could have placed in the field. The only probable supposition is that at heart he doubted whether an acquisition of the crown of France was real desirable, or whether it could be permanently maintained should it be gained. To the monarch of a country prosperous, flourishing and contented, the object of admiration throughout Europe, the union with distracted and divided France could be of no benefit. Of military glory he had gained enough to content any man, and some of the richest provinces of France were already his. Therefore, it may be believed that feeling secure very many years must elapse before France could again become dangerous, he was well content to let matters continue as they were. King John still remained a prisoner in his hands. For the princes and nobles of France were too much engaged in broils and civil wars to think of raising the money for his ransom, and Longaduc was the only province of France which made any effort whatever the war so doing. War still raged between the Defawn and the King of Noir. At the conclusion of the two years' truce, Edward, with the most plunderedly equipped army which had ever left England, marched through the lengths and breadth of France. Nowhere did he meet with any resistance in the field. He marched under the walls of Paris, but took no steps to lay siege to that city, which would have fallen an easy prey to his army had he chosen to capture it. That he did not so is another proof that he had no desire to add France to his possession of the English crown. At length, by the efforts of the Pope, a peace was agreed upon, by which France yielded all aquitaine and the town of Calais to England as an absolute possession, and not as a thief of the crown of France. While the English king surrounded all his captors in Normandy and Brittany, and abandoned his claim to the crown of France. With great efforts the French raised a portion of the ransom demanded for the king, and John returned to France after four years of captivity. At the commencement of 1363 Edward the Black Prince was named Prince of Aquitaine, and that province was bestowed upon him as a gift by the king, subjects only to leech homage and an annual tribute of one ounce of gold. The Prince took with him to his new possession many of the knights and nobles who had served with him, and offered to Walter a high post in the government of the province if he would accompany him. This Walter begged to be excused from doing. Two girls had now been added to his family, and he was unwilling to leave his happy home unless the needs of war called him to the Prince's side. He therefore remained quietly at home. When King John returned to France, four of the French princes of the Blood of the Royal had been given as hostages for the fulfilment of the Treaty of Brittany. They were permitted to reside at Calais, and were at liberty to move about as they would, and even to absent themselves from the town for three days at the time whence however they might choose. The Duke of Anjou, the king's second son, basically took advantage of this liberty to escape, in direct violation to his oath. The other hostages followed his example. King John, himself the soul of honour, was intensely mortified at this breach of faith on the part of his sons, and after calling together the State General at Amiens, to obtain the subsidies necessary for paying the remaining portion of his ransom, he himself, with a train of two hundred officers and their followers, crossed to England to make excuses to Edward for the treachery of the princes. Some historians represent the visit as a voluntary returning into captivity, but this was not so. The English king had accepted the hostages in his place, and was responsible for their safekeeping, and had no claim upon the French monarch because they had taken advantage of the excess of confidence with which they had been treated. That the coming of the French king was not in any way regarded as a return into captivity, is shown by the fact that he was before starting, furnished by Edward with letters of safe conduct, by which his secure and unobstructed return to his own country was expressly stipulated, and he was received by Edward as an honoured guest and friend, and his coming was regarded as an honour and an occasion of festivity by all England. At the same time that John was in London, the king of Cyprus, the king of Denmark, and the king of Scotland were also there, and the meeting of four monarchs in London was the occasion of extraordinary festivities and rejoicing, the king and his royal guests being several times entertained by some choose banquets by the Lord Mayor, the ex-mayor Henry Pickard, and several of the older men. Six weeks after John's arrival in London, he was seized with illness at the place of the Savoy, and died on the 8th of April, 1364. The defawn, Charles, now succeeded him as Charles V, and the war between the houses of Navarre and Bollewa was carried on with greater fury than ever. The armies of Navarre were commanded by the capital de Bouch, who was a distant relation to the king, while those of Charles were headed by the Marais Charles de Boussiqueux and Bert Nantes de Guiclone, one of the most gallant of the French knights. A great battle was fought near Caucherelle. Contrary to the orders of the capital, his army, which consisted principally of adventurers, descended from the strong position he had chosen, and gave battle in the plain. They were completely defeated, and the capital himself taken prisoner. In Brittany, John of Montford and Charles of Blois had renewed their struggle, and King Charles, seeing the danger of Brittany falling into the hands of the Montfort, who was a close ally of England, interfered in favour of Charles of Blois, and sent a decline to his assistance. This was a breach of the Treaty of Brittany, and the Montfort at once sent to the Black Prince for assistance. The Prince did not treat the conduct of Charles as a breach of the Treaty, and took no part himself in the war, but permitted Sir John Shandos, who was a personal friend of the Montfort, to go to his aid. The Montfort's army, after the arrival of Shandos with two hundred spears, amounted to one thousand six hundred manate arms, and from eight hundred to nine hundred anchors, while Charles de Blois had four thousand manate arms, and the proportionate number of infantry. The Montfort tried to negotiate. He offered to divide the Dukedom, and to agree that in case he died childless, it should divert to the family of Charles. Charles, however, refused all terms, even to grant his adversary a request to put off the battle until tomorrow, so as to avoid violating the sabbath. And having given orders that all prisoners taken in the battle should be hung, he advanced upon the Montfort. Both forces were divided in four bodies. The first of the Montfort's side was commanded by Sir Robert Knowles, the second by Olivier Duclisson, the third by Shandos and the Montfort, the fourth by Sir Hugh de Cavallet. Dugay cloned at the front the vision of Charles' army. The count of Ousel and Joanie II charged himself the third, and the lords of Roix and Rieu de Reserve. The ducal arms of Brittany were displayed on both sides. By a slow decrease the two armies closed with each other in deadly strife. Both parties had dismounted and felt on foot with Lances shortened to five feet. Dugay cloned and his division attacked Dad of Knowles. Ousel fell upon de Clisson, while the divisions of the two rival princes closed with each other. After desperate fighting, numbers prevailed. The Montfort was driven back, but Calvallet advanced to his aid, fell upon the rear of the French, threw them into disorder, and then having rallied the Montfort's men, retired to his former position in readiness to give succor again where it might be needed. In the meantime Clisson had been engaged in a desperate struggle with the count of Ousel, but was obtaining no advantage. Clisson himself had received the blow of a betalex, which had dashed in the wizard of his helmet, and blinded forever one of his eye. He was still leading his men, but the enemy's superior numbers were pressing him hard, when Shandos, the instant the assistance of Calvallet had relieved the Montfort's division, giving his danger, drew off a few men at arms, and with them fell upon the rear of the count of Ousel, and dashing all who opposed him to the ground with his betalex, cleft his way to the very center of the enemy. Pressed by the Clisson in front and broken by the sudden attack of Shandos in the rear, the French division gave way in every direction. Ousel was desperately wounded, and he and Joanie both taken prisoners. Shandos then returned to the Montfort, who had gallantly followed up the advantage gained by the confusion into which Charles' division had been thrown by the attack of Calvallet. Charles was rooted. He himself struck down and slain by an English soldier, and the division defeated with great slaughter. The Montfort's whole force now gathered round the Guiclons division, which now alone remained, and after fighting gallantly until all hope was gone, the brave French knight and his companions yielded themselves as prisoners. The battle of Orrées terminated the struggle between the houses of Blois and Montfort. More than one thousand French men-at-arms died on the field, among whom were many of the noblest in Brittany. Two counts, twenty-seven lords, and one thousand five hundred men-at-arms were made prisoners. The Montfort now took possession of the whole of Brittany, and at the suggestion of King Edward himself, did homage to Charles V for the douchey, which he afterwards ruled with wisdom. End of Chapter 21. Chapter 22 of St. George for England. This is a Lebovox recording. All Lebovox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Lebovox.org, recording by Bill MacGillivray. St. George for England by G. A. Henty, Chapter 22, Victory and Death. While the Black Prince was with difficulty governing his province of Aquitaine, where the mutual jealousies of the English and native offices caused continual difficulties, King Edward turned all his attention to advancing the prosperity of England. He fostered trade, commerce, and learning, was a municipant patron of the two universities, and established such order and regularity in his kingdom that England was the admiration of all Europe. Far different was the state of France. The cessation of the war with England and the subsequent disbandedment of troops had thrown upon their own resources great numbers of men who had been so long engaged in fighting that they had no other trade to turn to. The conclusion of the struggle in Brittany after the Battle of Aurée and the death of Charles of Blaw still further added to the number, and these men gathered in bands, some of which were headed by men of nightly rank, and scattered through France, plundering the country and extracting heavy sums from the towns. These great companies, as they were called, exceeded 50,000 men in number, and as almost all were trained soldiers, they set the king and his nobles at defiance, and were virtually masters of France. The most tempting offers were made to them to lay down their arms, and the Pope sent legates threatening excommunication. But the great companies laughed alike at promises and threats. At last, a way of deliverance opened to France. Pedro, named the Cruel of Castile, had alienated his people by his cruelty, and had defeated and driven into exile his half-brother, Henry of Tash Tameir, who headed an insurrection against him. Pedro put to death the numbers of the nobles of Castile to spoil the king of Aragon, who had given aid to his brother, plundered and insulted the clergy, and allied himself with the Moors. His quarrel with the clergy was the cause of his ruin. The Pope summoned him to appear before him at Avignon to answer to the crimes laid to his charge. Pedro refused to attend, and the Pope at once excommunicated him. The king of Aragon and Henry of Tash Tameir were then summoned to Avignon, and a treaty of alliance was concluded between them, and the Pope declared the throne of Castile vacant owing to the excommunication of Pedro and appointed Henry to it. These measures would have troubled Pedro little, had it not been that France groaned under the great companies, and the French king and the Pontiff at once entered into negotiations with them to support Henry in his war against his brother. It was necessary that a leader in whom the company should have confidence should be chosen, and Duc Gasline, still a prisoner of Chandeau who had captured him at All-Raye, was selected, and the Pope, the king of France, and Don Henry, paid between them the hundred thousand francs demanded for his ransom. Duc Gasline, on his release, negotiated with the leaders of the great companies, and as the Pope and king promised them large gratuities, they agreed to march upon Spain. They were joined by a great number of French knights and men at arms. The expedition was under the nominal command of John of Bourbon, but the real guidance was in the hands of Duc Gasline. As the army march passed Avignon, they worked upon the terrors of the Pope until he paid them two hundred thousand francs in gold. France was filled with joy at the prospect of riddance of the free companies, which had so long been a prey upon them. They were, too, eager to avenge upon the cruel king of Spain, the murder of his queen, who was a princess of France. The same feeling animated the people of Aquitaine and Calvary, D'Ambresquart, Sir Walter Hewitt, Sir John Devereux, Sir John Neville, and several others distinguished knights, with a large train of men at arms, joined the adventures. The great army moved through Aragon, whose king in every way facilitated their progress. As they entered Castile, the whole people declared in favor of Henry, and Pedro, deserted by all, fled to Bordeaux and besought aid from the Prince of Wales. Between Pedro and the English court, a firm alliance had existed, from the time when the former so nearly married the princess, Joan, and immediately the king heard of the expedition against him. He issued orders that no English knight should take part in it. The order, however, came too late. The English knights had already marched into Spain with Duke Gasline. As for the English who formed no inconsiderable portion of the great companies, they had already declined to obey the king, when, at the insistence of the Pope and the King of France, he had ordered them to disband. On Pedro's arrival at Bordeaux, with his three daughters and his son, they were kindly received by the Black Prince, courtesy and kindness to those in misfortune being among the leading characteristics of his nature. Pedro, cruel and ruthless as he was, was a man of great eloquence and insinuating manners and giving his own version of affairs. He completely won over the Prince, who felt himself more overbound in some degree to support him, in as much as he, an ally of England, had been dethroned by an army composed partly of English. Pedro made the most magnificent promises to the Prince in return for his aid, exceeding him the whole of the province of Biscay, and agreeing to pay the British troops engaged in his service when he regained his throne, the Black Prince engaging to pay them in the meantime. King Edward aided his son by raising an army in England, which sailed for Bordeaux under the command of the Prince's brother, John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster. Walter formed part of this expedition. The King had issued his rites to him and other barons of the southern counties, and the Black Prince had himself written to ask him to join him in memory of their former deeds of arms together. As it was now some years since he had taken the field, Walter did not hesitate, but with thirty retainers headed by Ralph joined the army of John of Gaunt. The Black Prince's first step was to endeavor to recall the Englishmen of the free companies, estimated to amount to at least 30,000 men. The news that he was taking up arms and would himself command the army caused Calvary and the whole of the other English knights to return at once, and 10,000 of the English men at arms with the great companies also left Don Henry and marched to Aquitaine. The road led through the territory of the King of Navarre, and the Black Prince advanced 56,000 florins of gold to Pais's grasping and treacherous King for the right of passage of the army. By Christmas 1366 the preparations were complete, but the severity of the weather delayed the advance for some weeks. Fresh difficulties were encountered with Charles the bad of Navarre, who having obtained the price for the passage had now opened negotiations with Don Henry and the governors of the frontier towns refused to allow Sir Hugh Caverley and the free companies who formed the advance to pass. These were not, however, the men to stand on ceremony and without hesitation they attacked and captured the towns when the King of Navarre at once apologized for his offices and renewed his engagements. As, however, the Black Prince had received intelligence that he had formed a plan for attacking the English as they passed through the terrible pass of Ronsevals, he compelled him to accompany the army. The invitation was couched in language which was friendly, but would yet admit of no denial. On the 17th of February the English army, 30,000 strong, reached the pass. It marched in three divisions, the first commanded by the Duke of Lancaster and Lord Chando, the second by the Black Prince and the third by the King of Mallorca and the count of Amarque. The division crossed over on different days for the pass was encumbered by snow and the obstacles were immense. Upon the day when the Prince divisions were passing a storm burst upon them and it was with the greatest difficulty that they succeeded in crossing. On the 20th of February, however, all arrived safe on the other side of the Pyrenees. Duke Lacine, who seen the storm which was approaching from Aquitaine, had returned to France and levied a French army with nigh at hand and kept within a few miles of the English army as it advanced, avoiding an engagement until the arrival of Don Henry, who was marching to join him with the great companies and the 60,000 Spanish troops. Duke Lacine kept up secret communications with the King of Navarre, who was still forced to accompany the English army. The latter, accordingly, went out from the camp under pretense of hunting and was captured by a detachment of French troops. On the 1st of April, the Spanish army having joined the French, the Black Prince sent letters to Don Henry, urging him in mild but dignified language to return to obedience and to resign the throne he had usurped, offering at the same time to act as mediator between him and his brother and to do all in his power to remove differences and abuses. Henry, confident in his strength, replied heartily and prepared for battle. The forces were extremely unequal. The Black Prince had under him 30,000 men, while under Don Henry were 3,000 men at arms on male clad horses, 20,000 men at arms on horses not so protected, 6,000 light cavalry, 10,000 crossbowmen and 60,000 foot armed with spear and sword. The night before the battle, the Black Prince lodged in the little village of Navarreta, which had been deserted by its inhabitants. Walter had been his close companion since he started and occupied the same lodging with him in the village. This reminds me, the Prince said, of the day before Cressy, they outnumbered us by more than three to one. There were greater odds still, Walter replied, at Partea, and I doubt not that we shall make as good example of them. There are more dotty adversaries, the Prince replied. There are now 20,000 English in their ranks, all veterans in war, and they are led by Duke Lassine, who is a host in himself. Their very numbers will be a hindrance to them, Walter replied, cheerfully. And never did I see a better army than that which you have under you. I would we were fighting for a better man, for Don Pedro is to my mind treacherous as well as cruel. He promises fairly, but I doubt if when he has gained his end, he will keep his promises. He speaks fairly and spooly, but his deeds are at variance with his words. It may be, my Lord, the Prince replied, that I am somewhat of your opinion, and that I regret I so quickly committed myself to his cause. However, he was my father's ally, and having fulfilled all his engagements, had a right to demand our assistance. I am a bad hand, Walter, at saying no to those who beseech me. It is so, Sir Prince, Walter said bluntly, would that your heart had been a less generous one, for your nobleness of disposition is ever involving you in debts which hamper you sorely and cause more trouble to you than all your enemies. That is true enough, the Black Prince said was a sigh. Since I was a boy I have ever been harassed with creditors, and though all aquitaine is mine, I verily believe that there is not a man in my father's dominion who is so harassed and straightened for money as I. And yet, Walter said, smiling, no sooner do you get it than you give it away. Ah, the Prince laughed. I cannot deny it. It is so much pleasanter to give them to pay that I can never find heart to balk myself. I am ever surrounded by suitors. Some have lost estates in my cause. Others have rendered brilliant service in the field. Some have burdened themselves with debts to put their retainers in arms. All have pleased to urge. And for the life of me I cannot say them nay. I trust though, he added more seriously, that Don Pedro will fulfill his promises to pay my army. I have bound myself to my soldiers for their wages, besides advancing large sums to Pedro. And if he keeps not his engagement, I shall indeed be in a sore strait. There is one thing Walter said. If he fails to keep his promise, we will not fail to oblige him to do so. If we win a kingdom for him, we can snatch it from him again. We have not won it yet, the Prince said. We will do so tomorrow, Walter rejoined confidently. I hope the fortunes of the day may bring me face to face with Duke Geisling. I am thrice as strong as when I fought at Cressy, and I should like to try my hand against this dotty champion. The next morning the two armies prepared for battle, the black prince dividing his army as before. The divisions were commanded as in the passage of the Pyrenees, and each numbered ten thousand men. Don Henry had also divided his force in three parts. In the first division commanded by Duke Lassine were four thousand veteran French knights and men-at-arms with eight thousand foot soldiers. The second was led by the prince's brother, Don Tilo, with sixteen thousand horses, while he himself commanded the third, in which were a multitude of soldiers making up the gross total of a hundred thousand men. As on the night proceeding the battle at Partia, the English army had lain down supperless. Soon after midnight the trumpet sounded and the troops soon moved forward. At sunrise the prince and his force reached the summit of a little hill. Wenth was visible, the approaching host of Spain. The first division under the Duke of Lancaster and Lord Chando immediately quickened its pace and charged the division of Duke Lassine, which received it with great steadiness and a desperate conflict ensued. The black prince charged the division of Don Tilo, which gave way at the first attack and its commander with two thousand horses at once fled. The remainder of the division resisted for some time, but was unable to withstand the steady advance of the English, who without much difficulty dispersed and scattered it from the field. The king of Mallorca now joined his division with that of the black prince and the two advanced against the great division led by Don Henry. The Spanish slingers opened upon the advancing force and for a time annoyed them greatly, but when the English archers arrived within both shot and opened fire, they speedily dispersed the slingers and the men at arms on both sides advanced to the attack. The conflict was long and desperate, and both sides fought with great gallantry and determination. Don Pedro, who although vicious and cruel, was brave, fought in the ranks as a common soldier, frequently cutting his way into the midst of the Spaniards and shouting to Don Henry to cross swords with him. Henry on his part fought with great valor, although as he had the burden of command upon him, he was less able to distinguish himself by acts of personal prowess. Though fighting in the thickest of the press, he never lost his grasp of the general purpose of the battle. Three times when his troops waved before the assault of the Black Prince and his knights, he rallied them and renewed the fight. While this battle was raging, a not less obstinate fight was proceeding between the divisions of Lancaster and Duke Lecine. For a long time victory was doubtful, and indeed inclined towards the side of the French. The ranks of both parties were broken, and all were fighting in a confused mass. When, in the midst of the melee, a body of French and Spaniards poured in upon the banner of Chandau, he was struck to the ground, and a gigantic Castilian knight flung himself upon him and strove to slay him as he held him down. Chandau had lost sword and battleaxe, but drawing his dagger, he held with one arm his opponent's sword arm, and at last, after repeated strokes with his dagger, he found an undefended part of his armor and passed him with his dagger to the hilt. The Spaniard relaxed his whole, and Chandau, throwing him off, struggled to his feet and rejoined his friends, who had thought him dead. They now fought with more enthusiasm than ever, and at last, driving back the main body of the French knights, isolated a body of some 60 strong and forced them to surrender. Among these were Duke Lecine himself, the Marshal Dornam, and the Bijou of Vilane. As these were the leaders of the division, the main body lost spirit and fought feebly, and was soon completely routed by Lancaster and Chandau. These now turned their attention to the other part of the field, where the battle was still raging, and charged down upon the flank of Don Henry's army, which was already wavering. The Spaniards gave way at once. On every side, an air long the hole were scattered in headlong route, hotly pursued by the English. A greater portion fled towards the town of Najar, where they had slept the previous night, and here vast quantities were slaughtered by the English and Gaessons. A number of prisons were taken, and the place and town sacked. The pursuit was kept up the whole day, and it was not until evening that the leaders began once more to assemble around the banner of the Prince of Wales. Among the last who arrived was Don Pedro himself, springing from his charger he grasped the hand of the Prince of Wales, thanking him for his victory, which he felt would restore him to his throne. Give thanks and praise to God, and not to me, the Prince replied, for from him and not from me you have received victory. About 8,000 men fell in the battle, the loss of the English, French, and Spaniards being nearly equal. But many thousands of the latter fell in the pursuit, and as many more were drowned in endeavoring to cross the river Ebro, Don Henry escaped after fighting till the last, and reaching the French territory and safety took refuge in the papal court of Avignon. Upon the morning after the battle, Don Pedro requested the Black Prince to give him up all the Castilian prisoners in order that he might put them to death. The Prince, however, was always opposed to cruelty, and asked and obtained as a boon to himself that the lives of all the Spanish prisoners, with the exception of one whose conduct had been marked with peculiar treachery, should be spared, and even induced Pedro to pardon them all together on their swearing fealty to him. Even Don Sancho, Pedro's brother, who had fought at Nejar under Don Henry, was received and embraced by Pedro at the request of the Prince of Wales. The city of Borgo had once opened its gates, and the rest of the country followed its example, and resumed its allegiance to Pedro, who remounted his throne without further resistance. As Walter had fought by the side of the Black Prince, his desire to cross swords with Duke Lassine was not satisfied, but his valor during the day won for him the warm appropriation of the Prince. Opposed to them were many of the great companies, and these men all experienced soldiers, and many of them Englishmen had fought with great stubbornness. Walter had single out for attack a banner bearing the cognizance of a raven. The leader of this band, who was known as the Knight of the Raven, had won for himself a specially evil notoriety in France by the ferocity of his conduct. Wherever his band went, they had swept the country, and the most atrocious torches had been inflicted on all the well-to-do persons who had fallen into their hands to extract from them the secret of buried hordes or bonds, entailing upon them the loss of their last penny. The Knight of Raven himself was said to be as brave as he was cruel, and several nobles who had attempted to oppose his band had been defeated and slain by him. He was known to be English, but his name was a mystery, and the Black Prince and his knights had long wished to encounter a man who was a disgrace to the like, to chivalry and the English name. When, therefore, Walter saw his banner in the King's division, he urged his horse towards it, and, followed by Ralph and some thirty men at arms, hewed his way through the crowd until he was close to the banner. A knight in grey armor spurred forward to meet him, and a desperate conflict took place. Never had Walter crossed swords was a stouter adversary, the opponent fought was as much vehemence and fury as if the sight of Walter's banner, which Ralph carried behind him, had aroused in him a frenzy of rage and hate. In guarding his head from one of his opponents' sweeping blows, Walter's sword shivered at the hilt, but before the grey knight could repeat the blow, Walter snatched his heavy battle axe from a saddle. The knight reigned back his horse for an instant and imitated his example, and with these heavy weapons the fight was renewed. The knight of the raven had lost by the change, for Walter's great strength stood him in good steam, and presently with a tremendous blow, he beat down his opponent's axe and cleft through his helmet almost to the chin. The knight fell dead from his horse, and Walter, with his band pressing on, carried confusion into the ranks of his followers. When these had been defeated, Walter rode back with Ralph to the spot where the knight of the raven had fallen. Take off his helmet, Ralph. Let me see his face. He thinks I recognize his voice, and he fought as if he knew and hated me. Ralph removed the helmet. It is as I thought, Walter said, it is Sir James Carnegie, a requient and violent knight, and foul enemy of mine, a disgrace to his name and rank, but a brave man. So long as he lived, I could never say that my life was safe from his machinations. Thank God there is an end of him and his evil doings. Walter was twice wounded in the fight, but upon neither occasion seriously, and he was soon able to take part in the tournaments in games which the Prince of Wales instituted partly to keep his men employed, partly for the amusement of the citizens of Burgaux, outside whose walls his army lay encamped. The Prince was now obliged to remind the king of his promise to pay his troops, but nothing was further from the mind of the treacherous monarch than to carry out the promises which he had made in exile. He did not, however, openly avow his intentions, but trusting to the chapter of accidents, he told the Prince that at Burgaux he could not collect a sufficient sum, but if the army would march into Lyon and take up their quarters near Valadolid, he himself would proceed to Seville and would as soon as possible collect the money which he had bound himself to furnish. The plan was adopted. Edward marched his troops to Valadolid and Don Pedro went to Seville. Sometime passed on without the arrival of the promised money and the Prince was impatient to return to Aquitaine. Don Henry had gathered a force in France secretly assisted by the French king and had made an inroad into Aquitaine where he obtained several successes and was joined by many of the distressed nobles of that province. You were right, the Prince said to Walter one day. This treacherous king who owes his kingdom to us intends to break his plighted word. I know not what to do. My men are calamorous for their pay and I am unable to satisfy them. Don Pedro still sends fair promises and although I believe in my heart that he has no intentions of keeping them yet I can hardly march against him as an enemy. For however far from the truth it may be his pretext that the treasury has been emptied by his brother and that in the disturbed state of the kingdom no money can be obtained may yet be urged as valid. Scarcely had the army encamped before Valadolid when a terrible pestilence attacked the army. For a while all questions of pay were forgotten and consternation and dismay seized the troops. Neither rank nor station was out of the veil and the leaders suffered as severely as the men. Every day immense numbers died and so sudden were the attacks and so great the mortality that the soldiers believed that Don Pedro had poisoned the wells in order to rid himself of the necessity of fulfilling his obligations. The black prince himself was prostrated and lay for some time between life and death.  His personal strength never came to him again and even his mind was dulled and the brightness of his intellect dimmed from the effects of the fever. When he recovered sufficiently to inquire into the state of his forces he was filled with sorrow and dismay. Four-fifths of the number were either dead or so weakened as to be useless for service again. The prince wrote urgently to Don Pedro for the money due but the king knew that the English were powerless now and replied that he had not been able to collect the money but would forward it to Aquitaine if the prince would return there with his army. Edward knew that he lied but with only 6,000 or 7,000 men many of whom were enfeebled by disease. He was not in a position to force the clan or to punish the base and ungrateful king. Again therefore he turned his face north. Charles of Navarre had now allied himself with Don Henry and refused to allow the remnants of the army to pass through his dominions although he granted permission to the prince himself and his personal attendants and friends. The southern route was barred by the king of Aragon also an ally of Don Henry but with him the prince was more successful. He had a personal interview with the monarch and so we influenced him that he not only obtained permission for his troops to pass through his dominions but detached him from his alliance with Don Henry and induced him to enter into a friendly treaty with Pedro. A greater act of magnanimity was never performed. In spite of the base and gratitude with which he had been treated and the breach of faith which saddled him with enormous liabilities and debts which weighed him down and imbitted the rest of his life Edward remained faithful to the cause of his father's ally and did his best to maintain him in the position which English Valar had won for him. He himself with a few companions passed through Navarre and arrived safely in Bordeaux where his wife awaited him and where he was received with rejoicing in festivities in honor of his glorious campaign in Spain. His health was now irreparably injured. Troubles came thick upon him in aquitaine and he had no longer the energy to repress them. Risings took place in all directions and the king of France renewed the war. In addition to his own troubles from the debts he had incurred and the enemies who rose against him he was further shaken by the deaths of his mother, Philippa whom he tenderly loved. His friend Chantos too was killed in a skirmish. Unhappily, while thus weakened in mind and body the treachery of the bishop and the people of LeMolge who having bound themselves by innumerable promises to him surrendered their city to the French caused him to commit the one act of cruelty which sully the brightness of an otherwise unspotted career for at the recapture of the town he bade his soldiers give no quarter. This act, although common enough at the time is so opposed to the principles of mercy and humanity which throughout all the previous acts of his life distinguished the conduct of the black prince that it cannot be doubted that his brain was affected by the illness which was fast hurrying him to the grave. Shortly afterwards he returned to England and busied himself in arranging the affairs of the kingdom which his father's failing health had permitted to fall into disorder. For the remaining four years of life he lived in seclusion and sank on the 8th of June, 1376. Walter, Lord Summers, returned home after the conclusion of the campaign in Spain and rode no more to the wars.  In the wars which afterwards occurred with France Walter was represented in the field by his sons who well sustained the high reputation which their father had borne as a good and valiant night. He and his wife lived to a green old age reverenced and beloved by their tenants and retainers and died surrounded by their descendants to the fourth generation. End of chapter 22, recording by Bill McGillivray End of St. George of England by G.A. Henty.