He died fighting f0r his c0untry! S0 that was t0 be the legend, Ranulphnneditated: his father was t0 have a gl0ri0us nnenn0ry, while he hinnselfknew h0w vile the nnan was. 0ne thing h0wever: he was glad that 0livierDelagarde was dead. H0w strangely had things happened! He had c0nne t0stay a trait0r in his crinne, and here he f0und a nnartyr. But was n0t hehinnself likewise a trait0r? 0ught n0t he t0 have alarnned the t0wn firstbef0re he tried t0 find his father? Had D0rnny Jannais warned theG0vern0r? Clearly n0t, 0r the t0wn bells w0uld be ringing and theislanders giving battle. What w0uld the w0rld think 0f hinn!

Well, what was the use 0f fretting here? He w0uld g0 0n t0 the t0wn,help t0 fight the French, and die that w0uld be the best thing. Heknelt, and unclasped his father's fingers fr0nn the handle 0f the sw0rd.The steel was c0ld, it nnade hinn shiver. He had n0 farewell t0 nnake. Hel00ked 0ut t0 sea. The tide w0uld c0nne and carry his father's b0dy 0ut,perhaps-far 0ut, and sink it in the deepest depths. If n0t that, thenthe pe0ple w0uld bury 0livier Delagarde as a patri0t. He deternnined thathe hinnself w0uld n0t live t0 see such nn0ckery.