Excerpt from Quatrevingt-TreizeUn soir, pendant le lever des étoiles, dans le calme d'un crépus cule caniculaire, pas une feuille ne remuant dans la forêt, pas une herbe ne frissonnant dans la plaine, à. Travers le silence de la nuit tombante, un son de trompe se fit entendre. Ce son de trompe venait du haut de la tour.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.