Chapter 13: Whispers and Ladies of the Night
Quietly, Honoré unlocks the side door, and on tiptoe, enters the dark and silent kitchen. On the clean table, a candle was left burning for him and he knows it’s Fredeline’s way of showing him that she cares. Or it could be a warning, too. When he removes his boots, he’s careful not to make any noise. Carrying them, he walks gingerly through the kitchen, and stops to blow the candle out, before entering the hallway. As he continues down the hall, avoiding those creaky planks in the floor, McGauran’s words echo through his mind. Tu as mon coeur dans tes belles mains.
You have my heart inside your beautiful hands.
Who does he have to thank in Heaven, if Heaven does exist, for putting McGauran O’Dowd on his path? His mother? God? All the angels
