Chapter SeventeenA guillotining apparently was not a major affair in Chartres. Barely a dozen people were in evidence. Toby could see Veronica, once again wrapped in her cloak, now bent with age. The giddy youth that had flashed forth after their coupling last night in her chambers was gone, stripped from her body.
As they marched him up the steps, he surveyed the small crowd. Roland, a tower of fury glad to see justice done. Colin observing, as impassive as ever. Meghan stood between. The low sun reflected long lines of bright tears running down her face. He mouthed that he was sorry, but he was so disconnected, he couldn’t be sure if his lips even moved. If they had, she didn’t react except to cry harder. Of all the world, her gentle soul had truly loved him and she was the one he had h
