Yvette listened to Marie-Claire tell her about a<em>friend</em>staying in the hay loft in the barn, who would be a lot of trouble if found by the Prussian troops. She sipped her wine also and sat thoughtfully for a while. Hiding a French soldier, wounded or not, was something the Cabbage-eaters did not take kindly to.<br/><br/>"I don't know, my dear. The sensible option would be to turn him in. The Prussians are looking after prisoners of war quite well, from what I hear". but that was not really an option. She ran her fingers through her long, dark hair that betrayed her gypsy blood and shook her head. "Non. That is not what we should do. While the Bosch are distracted, can you take me to him?" She hesitated and looked around. "I may know some people who could help."