“They are still human beings with empty bellies.”
Elvina sat considering this, her little face serious and Lord Wye smiled at her expression.
“You must learn not to hate, Imp,” he said.
“I know it’s wrong,” Elvina replied. “But the French have been so cruel and brutal that it is hard to think of them as ordinary men.”
She shivered at the memory of the atrocities committed by Napoleon’s Army.
Lord Wye put his arm around her.
“Let’s sleep while we can. Come close to me, you are tired. It is warm now, but it will be cold before dawn. We are a good deal higher up than we were last night.”
He pulled his blanket from his pack. It was threadbare from long usage, but it still had a little warmth in it.
He tucked it round Elvina.
“I shall be warm enough,” she murmured drowsily.
He looked
