"It is right."
"And you live here?"
"Up there," she said, and pointed to one of the doors that looked out on the balcony.
Beauregard looked up at the balcony and the door, and he knew, as though he had prevision, that before he left the courtyard he would go through that door with Piquette.
He took her hands in his.
"I'll never let you leave me," he murmured.
General Beauregard Courtney sat under the open-sided tent that was his field headquarters and stretched long legs under the flimsy table. He gazed morosely out toward Tullahoma in the north, where the trenches stretched endlessly from east to west and only an occasional artillery shell broke the quiet of the battlefield.
Stalemate.
"I thought trench warfare went out with World War I," he growled to his executive officer.