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The Leie ( Dutch and German) or Lys ( French) is a river in France and Belgium, and a left tributary of the Scheldt. Its source is in Pas-de-Calais, France, and it flows into the river Scheldt in Ghent, Belgium. Its total length is .

It is a very polluted river from the high population densisty and industrialisation in both Northern France and Belgium. Historically, the Lys valley was known for the spinning and weaving of flax. The region of the Leie (between Deinze and Ghent) was as a favourite place for numerous painters in the first half of the 20th century.

The source of the Lys is in a village, Lisbourg, east of Fruges, in the Pas-de-Calais department of France. It flows generally northeast through the following departments of France, provinces of Belgium and towns and municipalities:

  • Pas-de-Calais (F): Thérouanne, Aire-sur-la-Lys
  • Nord (F): Merville, Armentières, Halluin
  • Hainaut (B): Comines-Warneton
  • West Flanders (B): Menen, Wevelgem, Kortrijk, Waregem, Wervik
  • East Flanders (B): Zulte, Deinze, Ghent

The main tributaries of the Leie are (sorted from source to mouth): Laquette, Clarence, Lawe, Deûle and Mandel.

The river was the location of three battles between the Allies and the German Army. During the First World War in 1918 the location was the scene of the First Battle of the Lys, which was part of the German Spring Offensive and later that year of the Second Battle of the Lys, which was part of the Allies' Hundred Days Offensive. During the Second World War, the Battle of the Lys was part of the 1940 German offensive in Flanders towards the English Channel.

Usage examples of "leie".

Among the ambitions she shared with Leie was to build a hall of their own, where she might yet learn what delights were possibleunlikely as it seemedin mingling her body with one such as those, so hirsute and huge.

That included not only the men of the Manitou, but also the rads, and perhaps even recent recruits, such as Leie.

Gott der Unterweisungen eines Plato und Seneka, um zu wissen, wie er die Welten zu schaffen und die Triebe in Harmonie zu leiten habe, zu verwirren.

Leie no doubt wore her hair differently, carried distinct scars, and would acknowledge with a thousand disparate cues that she knew these people who were utter strangers to Maia.

Just clothes and a few mementos, including a book of ephemerides Leie had given her as a birthday present.

As during the night of the reavers, Leie listened avidly and joined in this bucket brigade, even when the snippets were so obviously debased as to be worthless.

Leie and the reavers were going to put her ashore, and sail off with Renna!

So Maia and Leie had decided to stay at sea awhile, with the sailors and drifter-folk, until they found some rustic town where local mothers were gullible, and male visitors more taciturn than the gossipy, bearded cretins who sailed the Parthenia Sea.

For her part, Leie had been fascinated by mechanical devices, while Maia focused on charts and sextants and slender telescopes with their clicking, finely beveled housings.

Maia recalled how, as children, she and Leie used to peer into the workshop of the Yeo leatherworkers, or ximesin clockmakers, watching older sisters and mothers instruct younger clones, as they themselves had been taught.

And our first rule, if Leie and I ever start our own clan, will beno statues!

Leie peered at the smaller vessel that had the Prosper in tow, its tiny auxiliary engine chuffing at the strain.

Where Leie fluxed from wrath to smoldering despair, Maia tended toward a doggedness that settled into pure obstinacy.

Maia related some of the amusing misadventures she and Leie used to have, as young hellions in Port Sanger, and found that a poignant warmth of recollection now overcame much of the pain.

As soon as the scullery drudge entered the prison cell and saw Leie, all would be lost.