Chapter 11
Under the big wild fig tree sits Elmien and Jacques.
She has brought wool and is busy mending Jacques and Jean’s socks and clothes. It is already quite late and they expect Jean back at any moment.
“Maybe Willa will come with him,” says Elmien.
“I doubt it,” Jacques says as he lies at her feet and carves out a wooden pin. “Then they would have already been here. He probably walked home with her.”
“I have to go now, Jacques. I will leave my things here for now.”
“You can pack it away. Pierre!” he calls out. “Please saddle my horse.”
They ride at a trot along the river. The sun is already low in the west, but there is no sign of Jean or Willa to be seen.
“According to what I told Willa, they were supposed to meet here,” Elmien points to the spot on the bank where Jean sat
