The explosion had caused a torrent of activity amongst the Prussians. Already several of them had saddled their horses and something of a unit was forming just outside the gates. Soon enough, a large group of riders left the farm and went in the direction of the source of the ruckus. Marie Claire gave a side-way glance to Yvette. The woman had alluded to knowing more about the explosion, possibly even being involved? It sent a brief shudder through her frame. Even talking about such things was enough to get shot. But Marie Claire had no grounds to call Yvette reckless, as she was taking a similar risk herself. It was precisely because of this that she had wanted to speak to Yvette in private.<br/><br/>With the Prussian meddlers gone, Marie Claire sat down at the empty kitchen table. She poured herself and Yvette a glass of wine and then proceeded to speak.<strong>“I am glad that I get a chance to talk to you in private, mon amie. I have something important to discuss.”</strong>Marie Claire nodded towards the large barn which stood at the far end of the farm.<strong>“I have another friend who has taken up residence in there. In the attic. The kind of friend who would be in a lot of trouble were he found by our guests.”</strong>Her voice was hushed even though there was no one around to hear them other than Crapaudvigne.<strong> “I need help… I have been bringing him food and water whenever I can, but it’s getting more and more difficult to do so and not be noticed by the Prussians. They seem to be naturally suspicious of us, even though we have not given them reason to be.”</strong>She took a sip from her wine and continued.<strong>“I’d have tried to sneak him out but he is wounded and in no condition to run on his own.” </strong><br/>