Chapter 26Vermok, February 26, 1943
Track Four
“That was stupid,” Maxwell managed after long moments of coughing and retching. His breath puffed white in the frigid Norwegian cabin. “That was truly, deeply, unquestionably—” He choked and bent over the bucket again.
He had barely made it to the fortunately-placed pail in the corner of the cabin before evacuating the entire contents of his stomach, and his head was pounding like a steam-engine. He had felt this sick exactly twice before in his life, the first time when his reckless mother had seized his arm and tricked him into bringing her to Waterloo. He remembered vividly the seeming endlessness of the journey, as the two timepieces each tried to pull him in a different direction. He had arrived in the Forest of Soignes so dizzy he cou
