mon amiCapitaine. Teuns sits against the wall, so he can see the office door in the dim light of the lamp they had placed in the corner. The last couple of shots might just as well be fired off from out of this room as this is their last stand. But, if they have to die, they will die right here.
Now he is sitting here and feels the exhaustion trying to overpower him. Until now, the tension and the continuous fighting had kept his exhaustion at bay, but he is calm now. He feels as if a great task has been completed, and if there is not much more to do, the exhaustion has him in its full grip now. He dozes off for a while but jerks upright and opens his eyes quickly. Teuns stares in apprehension at the office door, which is still empty.
“Give the legionnaire some of the cognac, Julie,” he
