CHAPTER THREETrying to control her tears, Valeria was hurried up into one of the château’s bedrooms.
Juliette was horrified at the state of her hands.
Valeria’s efforts to tear away the weeds that had held little Marie meant that her skin was badly lacerated.
A doctor was found to bind up her wounds.
“Change these bandages every day and use this oil. If they don’t heal quickly, come and see me, here is my card. Mademoiselle, I stand and salute your bravery.”
Hot water was brought and a bowl of soup.
As Valeria sipped at the broth, her strength began to come back and she listened to Juliette’s chatter intently.
Apparently it had taken some time for the children to make anyone understand the situation.
Such was the noise of the orchestra and the dancing, their story that a beautifu
