Chapter VII
CHRISTOPHE had fallen asleep to the distant sound of celebration. He had managed to win back the hearts of his fellow countrymen with his optimism, and had drifted into unconsciousness with thoughts of how the princess had looked at him when savoring one of his Chardonnay grapes.
Now he found himself in a dream. The kind the mind knows to be t…
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