Monsieur l'Abbé had said suicide was sin—but surely God would forgive—
She pierced the sword into her white flesh—blood flowed to the ground.
Little fool muttered the maddened officer.
He went back to the village—for more destroying.
A stone from a burning house—
He died with an oath.
But André, weeks before, had died with prayer upon his lips—a thought for his sweet betrothed.