Chapter 4
THE CORPSE
With a swift movement, Lieutenant Juin rips the blindfold from his eyes. “Mon Dieu!” he cries out. “Mon Dieu!” He grabs Teuns by the shoulders, and although Juin is not a large or strong man, it feels to Teuns as if his grip is breaking his shoulder blades.
“Mon Dieu!” Juin cries out again. “No! They cannot take you, mon ami. They must not do this!”
There is a haze before Teuns as he looks at the young officer. “The lot fell on me, mon Lieutenant,” he says softly, running his tongue over his dry lips.
Juin turns slowly and stares at the woman standing there like a statue, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Fate has decided, mon officier,” she says to Juin, seeing the helpless plea in his eyes. “And fate has decided correctly, is it not the blond d
