Just before midday, Brigitte Bonnet enters, accompanied by eight armed guards. Juin jumps up from the corner and goes over to her. “My men are dying of thirst. You have to give them water.”
“Have you forgotten again what I told you, Lieutenant? No water. I want them weak.”
“I will undertake it upon myself to keep them in check. Give them some water, and I promise I will see to it that they behave themselves. This is t*****e, and there is enough water in the fort. I give you my word that I will keep the promise.”
She looks at Juin surreptitiously and says. “Your word does not mean much to me, Lieutenant, because it is the word of an officer of the French Foreign Legion, and that does not mean much. For now, no water!”
Juin balls his fists, and Rosseau’s face turns white in anger. Drops
