From the terrace Gabi could see enemy tanks depart for Ornes to the north. The thought that they were enemies troubled her. Not only were they her fellow countrymen, but they had treated her and her mother with dignity and respect. For rebels they certainly had manners.
Gabi sighed as her thoughts now turned to her brother, fighting somewhere to the north, possibly even in Ornes itself, about to be attacked by the men she had been forced to house. If the rebels had made it this far north, what chance did the governmental army have? What chance did Jacques have?

