Chapter 32

That night, Nick joined the cadets in the vast stables, caring for the horses. I wrinkled my nose at the task at hand in the smelly barn.

After raking out each stall, I picked up the brush and began currying the nearest horse. Absently, I thought about Chaton and Gretchen, the two girls closest to my heart. The horse pulled away and moved out of reach. I jerked him back and avoided the swinging tail, shifting rump, and stomping hooves.

I was more interested in firing new weapons and driving a tank, not riding around on a horse, making formations—putting on a show. We had read about the Nazis’ rout of the countries surrounding France. It was only a matter of time before they’d invade French soil. I wanted to join my father fighting in the underground forces to push them back. Instead, I was stuck here. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I worked hard to get here, but that was before the war. I was hungry to fight.

“You there!”

The lieutenant made me stop and lower my guard, and the snapping jaws of the horse swung around and nipped my hand, making it sting and smart.

I heard him laugh as I shook my hand. Taking advantage of my inattention, the horse swung his back quarters, knocking me against the wall.

Prestigious or not, there were bullies here too. I was popular, but not everyone liked me. I stood stiffly and rubbed my bruised shoulder. It was common knowledge not to sneak up on the horses or riders. Only an imbecile would do such a thing.

The imbecile in question burst out laughing—the lieutenant, a former student, grinned at my discomfort.

“Don’t you know not to sneak up on an animal,” I replied hotly.

“I hope you’re not speaking to me in that tone!”

I turned my back and rearranged my face. And only when my face was neutral did I face him.

The lieutenant picked up a piece of straw and twirled it around. “I’ve seen Gretchen,” he taunted.

Gretchen was my girl. I fought to keep my face neutral, but I wanted to punch him. “I hope she’s well.”

“More than well. She’s a fine girl.” He grinned at me.

I remained quiet and waited. If I said more, I’d just provoke him further.

“Are you mistreating this animal?” The lieutenant’s nose flared.

“Non. She was spooked when you came in.”

“Rubbish! You’re not fit to be a stable boy, much less a cadet!” The sullen leader ran his hands down the side of the horse. “Is this the best you can do?”

“Non.”

“Then fix it!” he shouted loudly so the other cadets turned to see what was the matter, and several of the horses jerked and stepped away.

“I’m rescinding your visitation privileges for the rest of the month!”

“Why?”

The lieutenant grinned. “I’ll be spending all my free time with Gretchen.”

I grimaced at the retreating back. I’d sneak out anyways and visit Chaton instead.