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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

Down in the village the others must have lit a fire to kill the weeds – you could see the smoke from here; the mayor must have moved on from one preoccupation to another; the children were probably trying to be good by only playing in the enclosed school playground. That was life down below, where time had to be got through, with no joy or excitement, just worry and deaths to come. Whereas here, halfway up this accursed hill, in this mountain kingdom, time stood still and Joséphine had found the respite in a world which was not worried about the war or what time of day it was, nor the death of a doctor. Here everything was natural and wild, with the hot smell of lions mixed with the odour of this man. It was exotic and exciting. She could feel this world calling to her; she would come here as often as possible, and each time she would climb a little higher, until she lost herself in the harmony of the peaks, and let herself be taken by this man here as if under the influence of a wild animal …

First her head started to spin, then she lost her seat on the horse, who became agitated. The man did nothing but catch her just before she fell. She was light; he could hardly feel her. Something animal was at play here; he was no longer just a man, she was no longer just a woman; they were two beings drawn together instinctively. He had not held a woman in his arms for a very long time. His most recent experiences of an embrace were from his last circus acts, when his lions lay down on him one by one, crushing him with their weight so that he felt their heavy bodies on top of him and their warmth on his skin. Two years earlier, there had been a woman, in a circus in Koblenz, a horsewoman as well. But since then the only embraces worthy of the name were from his wild cats when he held them bodily, carried them, hugged them, lifted them, especially in that routine where he held Léa in his arms while Théo jumped over them, sometimes coming so close that he felt his big paw catch in his hair, as if the male was doing it on purpose, perhaps as a challenge.