Ah, hunted now am I? Well, as an old Jager Commander, I can certainly respect that. I do believe I will accept your offer to join you by the fire for a brief time, Marechal Bardon. I am certain that the background illumination will prove an advantage for any French assassins who may be lurking about but, in my experience, your marksmen couldn't shoot a duck in the head if they were standing on his foot!
And speaking of feathered creatures, is General Knox indeed a duck himself? I was under the distinct impression that he was a Peacock, and certainly the Dandy to which Colonel Dumas refers. Perhaps he meant Duke. Or it could also be a case of the errant French spelling of words that transforms a noble ruler into a pond skimming fowl (Duke to Duck) or a mounted warrior into a mythical, reptilian beast (Dragoon to Dragon). No matter, I suppose, as when we do finally subdue your Corsican Overlord, we shall, as a part of our occupation of your country, educate whatever few Frenchmen remain to properly speak, and spell, the King's English.
