to her. "There is no cause. Our army is victorious everywhere; and they say our lads will send us all the Prussians' corn and cattle, so that the very beggars will have their stomachs full."
But Reine Allix shook her head, sitting knitting in the sun:
"My children, I remember the days of my youth. Our army was victorious then; at least they said so. Well, all I know is that little Claudis and the boys with him never came back; and as for bread, you could not get it for love or money, and the people lay dead of famine out on the public roads."
"But that is so long ago, gran'mère!" they urged.
Reine Allix nodded.
"Yes. It is long ago, my dears. But I do not think that things change very much."
They were silent out of respect for her, but amongst themselves they said, "She is very old. Nothing is as it was in her time."
One evening, when the sun was setting red over the reapen fields, two riders on trembling and sinking horses went through the village, using whip and spur, and scarcely drew rein as they shouted to the cottagers to know whether they had seen go by a man running for his life.
