Thou Shalt Love Forever

[HELENE DE ROCHAMBEAU]

The air is crisp and fresh, not a sound stirs as most of the camp have retired to their beds. I’m sat in my tent and I feel quite alone here. Henri has changed since I’ve come here, the missions changed him and if I wasn’t so sure he loved me I would throw myself to the floor in despair. I love the tranquillity of life here, it’s almost as if the rest of the world did not exist, I could live here peacefully for the rest of my days, but I know I must give myself 100% to the Sacred Heart. We cannot sit here and ignore the injustices of the world, no matter how appealing it may be.

Sometimes I fear for Henri, I could not bear to see him hurt, if he were to be killed then I should die also. There’s a sadness within me since I left my father, I feel almost remorseful for tricking him into leaving me here, but I know the pain of leaving France and Henri would have been much worse. It is funny the strange things one does for love. It’s almost as if it’s bigger than me, I can’t control it and it makes me anxious. To feel so out of control of ones emotions is a scary thought.

I wish Henri were with me tonight, even though we are living in the forests he keeps to what is proper. My tent isn’t far from his, if I were to cry out, no doubt he’d be here within seconds, but I shall not. He needs his sleep. There’s a pressure on us all, so many people keep joining our camp, all their hopes ride on us.

I must sleep now. I shall crawl beneath the warm sheets and think of nothing at all.

Good night world.
Helene.

Some Musings

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[HELENE DE ROCHAMBEAU]

I’m sat waiting for Henri or Nathaniel’s return outside one of the tents. After the first few rounds of gun fire there was silence, nothing but the peaceful melody of the forest larks. It’s taken all of my strength, not to saddle up the nearest horse and ride towards the sound. My only comfort is knowing that my people know this forest well. If an attack was needed, we know where the best ambush places are. I can’t help but feel anxious at the thought of sitting here much longer. It already feels like hours and yet it has not even been half an hour. The children will be out of the school tent soon, although I feel a small guilt at not giving Vanessa the gift on Nathaniel’s request, I am sure I am doing the right thing. Giving her such a gift on behalf of him would only stir up questions. Questions I am not inclined to answer.

Some Musings

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