and Claude de France,â he said, turning back to the guidebook.
âWhy does she have two emblems?â
âWho?â
âClaude de France. You saidââ
âSo she does â¦Â Ummm. It doesnât say. But it gives the genealogy of the Valois kings, the Valois-Orléans, the Valois-Angoulême, and the Bourbons through Louis XIV.⦠Charles V, 1364â1380, married Jeanne de Bourbon. Charles VI, 1380â1422, married Isabeau de Bavière. Charles VIIââ
âCouldnât you just read it to yourself and tell me about it afterward?â
âAll right,â he said. âBut itâs very interesting. Charles VIII and Louis XII both married Anne of Brittany.â
âThe salamander?â
âNo, the ermine. I promise not to bother you any more.â But he did, almost immediately. âListen to this, I just want to read you the beginning paragraph. Itâs practically a prose poem.â
âIs it long?â
â âBetween Gien and Angers, the banks of the Loire and theaffluent valleys of the great river present an incomparable ensemble of magnificent monuments.â Thatâs very good, donât you think? Donât you think it has sweep to it? âThe châteaux, by their number, their importance, and their interest appear in the foreground. Crammed with art and history, they occupy the choicest sites in a region that has a privileged lightââ â
âIt looks like just any gray day to me,â she said, glancing out at the sky.
âMaybe the light is privileged and maybe it isnât. The point is youâd never find an expression like that in an American guidebook.⦠âThe landscapes of the Loire, in lines simple and calmââthatâs very Frenchââ owe their seductiveness to the light that bathes them, wide sky of a light blue, long perspectives of a current that is sometimes sluggish, tranquil streams with delicate reflections, sunny hillsides with promising vineyards, fresh valleys, laughing flower-filled villages, peaceful visions. A landscape that is measured, that charms by its sweetness and its distinctionââ â
He yawned. The guidebook slipped through his fingers and joined the pocket dictionary on the rug. After a minute or two, he got up and stood at the window. The heavy shutters opened in, and the black-out paper was crinkled and torn and beginning to come loose. Three years after the liberation of France, it was still there. No one in a burst of happiness and confidence in the future had ripped it off. Germans, he thought, standing where he stood now, with their elbows on the sill. Looking off toward the river that was there but could not be seen. Lathering their cheeks in front of the shaving stand â¦Â Did Mme Bonenfant and Mme Viénot eat with their unwelcome guests, or in the kitchen, or where?
It had stopped raining but the air was saturated with moisture and the trees dripped. In the park in front of the château, the gardener and his wife and boy were pulling the haystacks apart with their forks and spreading the hay around them on the wet ground. He was tempted to go down and offer his services. Butif they wouldnât understand in the kitchen, no doubt they wouldnât understand outdoors either.
âWhat time is it?â Barbara asked.
âQuarter of eleven. How time flies, doesnât it. Are you warm enough?â
âMmmm.â
âItâs like living at the bottom of the sea.â
He left the window and stood behind her, reading as she wrote. She had started a letter to her mother and father. The quick familiar handwriting moved across the page, listing the places they had been to, describing the château and the countryside and the terribly interesting French family they were now staying with. The letter seemed to him slightly stepped up, the pleasures exaggerated, as if she were trying to
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