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Into/out of the woods
Apr. 10th, 2015 02:12 pmIf ever there were a time for a deus ex machina, this would be it.
The situation is dire. The police are being summoned; he and Courfeyrac, having raided a lingerie shop and destroyed its furnishings, will doubtless be found out as drunk, disorderly, and armed with pistols from the Resistance of the second world war. They may also be found out as dead and fictional, or perhaps merely deranged. The situation is dire, and Lesgle can't stop laughing. He plucks a filmy grey scrap from his face and waves it over his head.
"Vive la France, vive la République," he shouts, still laughing. "Vive Paris! Et vive--" Vive Courfeyrac, and vive Victor Hugo, and vive the whole damned lot of them.
Suddenly the tocsin that has begun to wail outside the shop cuts out, leaving his voice improbably loud--in the woods. Laigle sits up blinking. A small avalanche of grey lace tumbles down to the ground.
"--Courfeyrac?"
The situation is dire. The police are being summoned; he and Courfeyrac, having raided a lingerie shop and destroyed its furnishings, will doubtless be found out as drunk, disorderly, and armed with pistols from the Resistance of the second world war. They may also be found out as dead and fictional, or perhaps merely deranged. The situation is dire, and Lesgle can't stop laughing. He plucks a filmy grey scrap from his face and waves it over his head.
"Vive la France, vive la République," he shouts, still laughing. "Vive Paris! Et vive--" Vive Courfeyrac, and vive Victor Hugo, and vive the whole damned lot of them.
Suddenly the tocsin that has begun to wail outside the shop cuts out, leaving his voice improbably loud--in the woods. Laigle sits up blinking. A small avalanche of grey lace tumbles down to the ground.
"--Courfeyrac?"
