The trio rode hard throughout the day, pushing their horses to their limits. No one on the ride said a thing as they galloped through the German countryside. Once they crossed into the Dutch Republic and were no longer concerned about the Austrians that could have been chasing them they allowed themselves a break.
“Where are we?” Emilie asked.
“About ten kilometers from Eindoven,” Constance shouted back. “Renault, we should make a camp somewhere outside of the city to be safe.”
“I agree, but we only have one tent. One of us will have to go into Eindoven to get some extra supplies,” he shouted back.
“I’ll do it,” Emilie said. “It would be a lot less suspicious to see a German inside the walls of Eindoven than a Frenchman, or woman,” she added.
Constance wanted to argue with her, but sh
