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"Avez-vous la trouver?" The French soldier demanded. My eyes opened immediately at the sound of French. Immediately I saw the scowls on all of their faces and the bright burning sunlight blur my vision. I sat on the ground, with both of my hands tied to a post behind my back. I struggled with the knots and tugged and pulled. I was certain, I was a dog. A slave-girl.

"Hey! Tiffany…stop it!" A familiar voice snapped in a disapproving tone and a heavy French accent. I stopped protesting, and glanced at him. Jacque. The only man I chose to trust ever since I first stepped onto this new land.

"No." I spat. And with that, he rolled his eyes and I continued to struggle. I looked around at the men, all of them much older them me. They had tied me outside, in front of the whole camp, which was very much busy. Everybody who walked by, gave a confused glance at the guards or just look plain shocked. Many continental soldiers were around, but few of them guards. How embarrassing. I looked over at Jacque and he looked back at my innocent glare and sad eyes. He laughed.

"I don't know how many times we had to chase you down, you silly little girl." He chuckled. I frowned. Many times, many times. But every time they brought me back, smacked me around a few times, then I ran away again. "How did you know it was me?" I muttered. Jacque seemed to ponder this.

"Well…it's quite obvious you're just a woman in men's clothing."

"What?"

"You bring so much attention to yourself, you're bleeding, and you're sweating. A woman in a soldiers clothing is easy to find." I was star struck at this idea and mentally slapped myself for being so stupid.

"Jacque, arrêtez de lui parler." One of the French soldiers surrounding me said harshly. Jacque immediately listened to his superior and turned around again. I scowled.

"Je parle le Français aussi, imbécile!" I hissed. He turned around menacingly and raised a fist, threatening to cut me into pieces with his razor sharp gaze. But a white stallion galloped into the camp and everybody seemed to throw their attention towards it as if the king of England was the one riding the fine horse. The rider however, was a simple looking man, the only difference was the silly white wig he wore on his head and the long black cape that flourished in the air when the horse moved around. His gaze moved around the entire camp but abruptly came to a stop as he noticed the post I was tied to and the circle of guards surrounding it, just as I had feared the flouncy cape and powdered wig man dismounted his fancy horse and took his time coming over. He stopped in front of the Frenchman. "Excuse me, gentlemen. But may I ask, why is this young woman tied up?" He asked unbelievably politely. One of the men replied in a struggling attempt in English. "Ah, she is very…stubborn. Our orders were to keep her safe." He replied. The man smiled at me. That was quite new. He did not question why I was wearing a soldier's uniform, or why I looked so different. It was rather pleasant not to reply to the same questions. He shook his head playfully.

"This is no way to treat a lady, untie her at once." He said firmly but heartily. But the Frenchman stood tall and looked at him. "I am sorry, monsieur, but we do not take orders from you." He spat. The man in the wig frowned. "Yes, you take orders from your general, but he takes orders from me." The guards looked at him in shock. "We are sorry, General Washington." The men left their posts including Jacque who threw a few glances back to look at me in confusion. I watch him leave. I looked up at the strange man. He crouched down and pulled out a knife to cut away the tight ropes. I pulled away from him. "I've taken care of those already, merci." I mumbled. I pulled my hand in front of me to show him that I have already untied myself discreetly. He held out a hand to help me up and I gladly accepted. I noticed the wide grin on his face. "You seem to be a clever girl. Walk with me." He said gently. I hesitantly obeyed and followed him as he seemed to stroll carelessly until he fell off the far edge of the world.

"Never in my life have I seen a woman in men's clothing." He mumbled cautiously carefully not to prick one of my nerves.

"It's a long story." I replied embarrassed once again at how much I stood out.

"I am listening." The story went on, and as we walked the soldiers seem to watch us both, with suspicious yet curious looks on their faces. I followed him until he stopped at the edge of the cliff. We spoke for roughly an hour, and I got tired of listening to my own voice ramble endlessly. The odd man seemed intrigued however. "Hmm…that explains your…exotic appearances. But your name is quite familiar." Tiffany? My name is strange, unusual, and sounded rough.

"Ah! You are Lieutenant John Pierre's scout!" He finally said. The name of my master startled me. Scout? He chuckled.

"He speaks quite fondly of you, though he has never mentioned you running away before."

"Scout?" I questioned

Avez-vous la trouver= Did you find her?

Jacque, arrêtez de lui parler= John, Stop talking to her.

"Je parle le Français aussi, imbécile!"= I understand French too, idiot.

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