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Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Part I
  3. July 1914
  4. Spring 2017
  5. August 1914
  6. Spring 2017
  7. August 1914
  8. August 2017
  9. August 1914
  10. August 2017
  11. August 1914
  12. August 2017
  13. August 1914
  14. August 2017
  15. August 1914
  16. August 2017
  17. September 1914
  18. August 2017
  19. Part II
  20. September 1914
  21. August 2017
  22. September 1914
  23. August 2017
  24. September 1914
  25. August 2017
  26. September 1914
  27. August 2017
  28. October 1914
  29. August 2017
  30. October 1914
  31. August 2017
  32. October 1914
  33. August 2017
  34. October 1914
  35. August 2017
  36. October 1914
  37. August 2017
  38. May 1915
  39. August 2017
  40. May 1915
  41. August 2017
  42. May 1915
  43. August 2017
  44. Part III
  45. August 2017
  46. May 1915
  47. August 2017
  48. May 1915
  49. August 2017
  50. June 1915
  51. August 2017
  52. July 1915
  53. August 2017
  54. July 1915
  55. August 2017
  56. July 1915
  57. August 2017
  58. July 1915
  59. August 2017
  60. July 1915
  61. August 2017
  62. July 1915
  63. August 2017
  64. Epilogue

It was then that Franck heard insects buzzing around him and the frantic chirping of cicadas in the distance, as well as a pounding in his temples. In fact, it was not as silent as all that here. And then his phone rang – at least, he thought he heard it. He hurriedly took it out of his pocket, pulling it out as if it was burning. But nothing, not even one missed call. It was a phantom ring, a kind of mirage. They say this happens to people who are truly addicted. After an hour, he was already getting hallucinations. Lise understood what was happening, and how much it would bother him. The hill was an island where they would be completely alone, isolated, and she had a strong feeling that they could be happy here, making the most of the wholesome ambiance. They could be happy here … Or it might be hell.

August 1914

August 1914

The first problem of the war was the fact that it had started at the height of summer. The sun had ripened the ears of wheat throughout spring, and the crop seemed as promising as ever, but the call-up had started just as they planned to start harvesting. The fields were bursting with grain and there was no one to harvest it. The nation’s bounty was in danger of dying unreaped. Millions of francs would simply evaporate from the fields, and across the country there would no grain for bread.

The day after war was declared, the President solemnly called upon the nation’s women to stand in for the men so that the harvest could begin. Even though the women would have stepped in anyway, notices were printed and the village police sent to drum up support. The President went as far as to plead with his female citizens in the newspapers:

Arise, women of France, arise children, arise sons and daughters of the homeland! Take your place in the fields to replace those on the battlefields … Prepare to show them on their return cultivated land, gathered-in harvests and fields sown with new crops! Arise! To action! To work! Tomorrow there will be glory for all. Long live the Republic! Long live France!