Crossed Swords w/ Direct link technology (A Romantic Adventure)

On that evening in the year of grace 1775 the skies hung sullen and grey over the little walled town of Montreal, lying 'twixt mountain and river. The mellow Indian summer, with its splendor of golden sunshine and crimsoning woods, had been brief, the Canadian autumn setting in earlier than usual. The trees were already bare, and sharp gusts of wind drove the fallen leaves into withered heaps on the brick sidewalks and cobble-stone pavements of the narrow streets, which followed the old winding trails of the red man along the shore.