“They’re surrendering!” Chisholm pointed to the battered walls of Louisbourg. The French flag was fluttering down over the shattered houses.
“About time!” Sergeant Dingwall puffed at a black pipe. “I didn’t want to go through a storming. That would be a b****y business.” He shook his head. “The French governor, Drucor, virtually demanded that we accord him the Honours of War, so they keep their standards and weapons.” He shook his head. “Amherst gave him his marching orders.”
“Why was that?” MacKim asked.
“The French lost their honour after what they did to our lads at Fort William Henry.” Dingwall blew out a long ribbon of tobacco smoke. “You’ll remember the French captured the fort, then allowed the Canadians and Indians to t*****e, murder and scalp our boys. I’m glad that Amherst tur
