Lord Byron lay on the doctor's bed. His eye was damaged. He grabbed the doctor by the scruff of his neck.
"Is the eye blind?" he screamed, a fire in his remaining bloodshot eye.
The doctor nodded ruefully.
"Then give me a knife. And get an eyepatch."
Lord Byron took the dangerously large knife the doctor handed him. He clenched his teeth hard and dug the knife into his damaged eye. With a swift upward swift he cut it out. Blood spurted from the cavity. He put the patch over the crater where his eye had been.
"Dispatch the whole army. I want them scouring this countryside inch by inch. Find that hussar!"
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