Chapter Twenty-ThreeThe voices came to me from below, French and very nasal, frighteningly foreign as we stood in that small room.
'They are in this house,' I said as my heart began to pound most unpleasantly. 'I've brought you from the British frying pan into the French fire.'
'Sshh,' Charles blew out the candles. 'Keep quiet and keep still. Sound travels upward easier than downward so it is possible that they have not heard us yet.'
I was not happy in the sudden dark with the knowledge that there were French soldiers beneath us.
The sound of French voices increased as somebody barked a succession of what could only be orders. There was a whiff of tobacco and something else.
'Garlic,' Charles whispered. 'Most definitely French: keep still and keep silent.'
'What do we do now?' I won
