Chapter Ten
“The mind intuitively understands God’s mystery. In the Beginning there was the Word and the Word was made flesh. Our allied forces are admonished to believe in a higher destiny for our fight against the Huns, because God is on our side…”
The priest rambled on, his cheekbones a distinguished red. Everyone attending the service knew that Father Meclèr liked a good slush of wine. Denis’s attention wavered. He looked around the supply room of the third pillbox that had been dug in the hillside. It doubled as a chapel. One wall of the dugout was completely covered with shell cases. An awkward place to honour God. In the beginning there was the Word and the Word was made flesh. Something in that phrase made the physician think about The Mole’s writings, scrawled in a minute, somew
