“His parting would have been solemn but we were too busy to think much of it. We were weaving fourteen hours a day then, with hardly a moment for meals, and I was dizzy with the pattern of the tapestry in front of me even when I wasn’t weaving. I fell into bed each night and slept without moving until Madeleine woke me in the morning. There was little time left to think about a man’s departure. The night before Nicolas went the.”
