It was quite often that fighting died down in the winter months, but this war would be an exception. Renault had heard rumblings that the Armee du Nord under General Dumouriez was planning to push the front lines further in the new year.
With rumours like those Renault could see why Colonel Bonaparte wanted him to head across the front lines now, depending on the outcome of that invasion Aachen could be further behind enemy lines by March.
“We could slow down,” Constance shouted above the clip clop of the mare’s hooves.
“No,” Renault shouted back, “we can’t. We have to keep moving, we will be over the lines before sun down and then find a place to stay.”
“Where do you plan on staying?” She asked.
“My mother is Belgian. I still have family living on the other side of the border, my gra
