15/26 Fireflies sparkled in the grass, and the pale stars of early evening pierced the delicate green of the heavens. A single candle flickered on the table, and the candlestick was an empty burgundy bottle. The call of one sentry to another broke the solemn quiet. "One hasn't time to think of home. But how are you getting on with your Iroquois ?" "Fairly." "You are determined to meet D'Herouville ?" The Chevalier extended his right arm, allowing Victor to press it with his fingers. |