Alatriste Page #6

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Fire!

Take aim!

Fire!

Fire!

Spain!

Pikes!

Don't you write any more?

No, not any more.

This writing thing...

you never forget how?

No.

No.

Soldier.

Sir.

You are?

Alatriste, Excellency.

I remember.

Didn't I reward you

with eight escudos

for saving a sergeant major

at Nordlingen?

They lowered it to four,

Excellency.

Well, well...

Bad luck, soldier.

Yes, bad luck, Excellency.

Bragado!

Diego...

If I can't, you go on.

Gentlemen.

The Duke of Enghien

considers that you have fought

with valour beyond words.

Therefore

he offers you

an honourable surrender.

You may keep

your flags

and leave the field

in formation.

What say you?

Tell the lord duke of Enghien

that we appreciate his words,

but this is

a Spanish regiment.

Diego...

This is as far as I can go.

Inigo.

Tell them of our exploits.

Veterans, to vanguard!

New soldiers, to rearguard!

He was not the most honest man nor

the most pious, but he was brave.

His name was Diego Alatriste

and he had fought with

the infantry regiments in Flanders.

When I met him, he was surviving

in Madrid on unsavoury tasks,

often renting his sword

for 4 maravedis to others

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