I stopped writing for an entire day. According to Elvira, there is no water on the island where I was hoping to hide. So escape in that direction is impossible. I greeted the verdict less despondently than I would have expected. It is bad news, however. I am doomed to stay...
He rose at dawn and set off north, toward the beginnings of the large forest that stretched all the way to Bourges. The trees were mostly oaks. The first of them had been planted as far back as the reign of Louis XIV. As a walker heads deeper along the forest paths he’ll c...