In this opulent berline, however unmarked, I fear my precious family are but flies trapped in amber.An anxious hour passes at Sainte-Menehould and we are not on the road again until well after eight P.M. Only three more relay stations remain until we reach the house that has been prepared for us at Montmédy! As we clatter through Clermont-en-Argonne, we are surprised to see so many villagers awake and about, and determine that it would be wise to remain inside the coach. In fact, it would be best if we stay put until we reach the frontier. We have everything we need inside the berline, including chamber pots. Soon we will reach Varennes. And after that, only the little village of Stenay will stand between us and freedom.As we rumble along the road toward Varennes, two riders gallop past, riding hell for leather as if in hot pursuit of a highwayman. They fly by too quickly for me to discern their attire, but they do not appear to be in uniform.Where, oh where, are our hussars?I open the window to an indigo sky, the time of day we call “between dog and wolf.”
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