Not one of them knows where to start to resolve their predicament
* * *
Not even dawn yet, the big guards noisily enter the room and wake the men. Juin is instantly on his feet and stares at these creatures dressed in strange uniforms that he does not recognize. It is much too flashy for his taste. Rosseau has also risen and joined him.
“If they are not from Eastern Europe, I will eat my hat,” says Juin.
“They look more like Christmas trees than soldiers to me,” Rosseau says with a dry laugh.
They refrain from talking further because Brigitte Bonnet enters the room. She is a vision of fresh beauty. Her hair has been combed away from her face into a shining chignon. She is wearing a loose, white tunic that gives her an unearthly aura of virginal beauty, but the men cannot appreciat
