We had dinner at Moulin de la Planche. We loved being alone, growing mellow and ever more loving as we sipped wine. On chilly evenings we dined indoors in a room with a smooth, stone floor. From the bright window we looked west across meadows to wooded hills. We lay under cool white sheets; I"d reach for Cliesh and find her. We"d never loved each other more than this.
A fine spray came aft, carried on the breeze bringing me back to the present. I was in shirtsleeves, the collar unfastened, tugged here and there by conflicting emotions. I thought I might leave the Legion, but I knew that I couldn"t. There was too much of my life holding me to the Corps that had been my home for more than five years. I belonged there: LEGIO PATRIA NOSTRA said more about me than anything in Westburn. What wa
