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Atlantis lies between Europe and the East Coast of Terranova. For many years, this land of opportunity lured dreamers from around the globe with its natural resources, offering a new beginning for those willing to brave the wonders of the unexplored territory.
It is a new world indeed: ripe for discovery, for plunder, and eventually for colonization?but will its settlers destroy the very wonders they had journeyed to Atlantis to find?
Mistrust, Radcliff realized, was bound to be the least of what he felt here. But for those mutters and a hooded glance toward the mate, though, Blaise held his feelings in check. “Ahh…Where do I find the general?” Victor asked. “Lubber,” the mate muttered. Radcliff felt as offended, and as ready to punch him, as Blaise would have if the man had said nigger in the same tone of voice. With a resigned sigh—what could one do about the ignorant?—the mate pointed and said, “’Is cabin’s on the poop
started flowing out of the tunnel mouth. Victor and the English officer and the engineers joined hands and danced around in a circle. What they could do, they’d done. Now they had to see what it did to Nouveau Redon. Boom! Roland Kersauzon was on the wall when the ground shuddered under his feet. A lot of gunpowder had gone off all at once…somewhere. But where? He looked back at his town. No great cloud of smoke rising there. His men hadn’t done their best to blow themselves up, then. The
wounds himself. He didn’t remember getting any of them. The heat of battle could be like that. Now that he knew he was hurt, all the little wounds started to pain him. He ignored them as best he could. If the French settlers could get past the last enemy trench, past the redwoods just beyond it… But the greencoats and redcoats knew what the French had to do. Gunfire spat serpents’ tongues of flame at the oncoming French settlers. The corporal next to Roland groaned as he took a bullet in the
saw that his brother was right. He was somewhere not far from the famous bay—if a bay could be famous when only one shipload of men had ever seen it—and here it was: April, or as near as made no difference. November in truth, but birds still sang in the trees. Leaves stayed green—a dark green, as most greens were in Atlantis, but green nonetheless. The grass under his feet as he stood out in the meadow was as lush as if it were the height of spring. It hadn’t died and gone all yellow, the way it
big square of red cloth. The other carried a long pole that would do for a flagstaff. William had some tacks with which to fasten the cloth to the pole. Once that was done, they waved the makeshift flag. You could see it a long way. With luck, even the sailors in the fleet would be able to spy it. Radcliff hoped they could. They were supposed to be looking for the signal. It ordered them to put sailors into boats and attack the sea wall. The marines had drawn a lot of defenders from it. The