Chapter 27

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27 “They call this the Quebec Army.” Chisholm eyed the men who waited to board the transports that would carry them upriver to Montreal, the final French bastion in Canada. “We have under two and a half thousand men,” MacKim said. “It’s hardly an army.” “During the Fontenoy campaign, such numbers would scarcely be a brigade,” Chisholm said. “But I hear another thousand men are coming up from Louisbourg.” MacKim looked over Quebec. Since the French retreat, Murray had allowed the civilians back, and the city was beginning to assume some normality. “The war in Canada will be over soon,” he said. And both Lucas de Langdon and the renegade are still alive. I have let Tayanita down. “Let’s hope so, Hugh.” Chisholm glanced at the sky. “It’s the 15th of July,” he said, “high summer and what

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