Teuns and Julie Lefevre stand and wait, as that is all they can do. They put new cartridge clips into the rifles, and once more, Teuns looks with a shudder at the cartridges that are remaining. Involuntarily, he touches the revolver hidden underneath the cloak. It is a revolver with four bullets, one for each of them and one to spare.
“What is the first thing you will do when you leave here, legionnaire?” Julie asks unexpectedly, and he sees her glancing at him secretively. There are no tears in her eyes this time, but rather a calm acceptance as if she does not believe they will not die anymore.
He smiles back at her. “The first thing I am going to do when I get out of here is to go and visit you, beautiful Mademoiselle,” the South African tells her. Despite his exhaustion, the long bea
