St. Ives, The Adventures of a French Prisoner in Englandby Robert Louis StevensonCHAPTER I - A TALE OF A LION RAMPANTIT was in the month of May 1813 that I was so unlucky as to fall atlast into the hands of the enemy. My knowledge of the Englishlanguage had marked me out for a certain employment. Though Icannot conceive a soldier refusing to incur the risk, yet to behanged for a spy is a disgusting business; and I was relieved to beheld a prisoner of war. Into the Castle of Edinburgh, standing inthe midst of that city on the summit of an extraordinary rock, I...
