Here and there soldiers moved in bands at their work of clearing. But the black hat, the drab coat of the civilian had long been left behind --and here the face of a woman was unknown as the flying dragons of the world"s youth.
Now and then with a crash the remains of a house fell, as the block of stonework which alone supported it was disarranged by the working soldiers.
"Where am I to go?" asked f.a.n.n.y, as the street wound round the base of the hill.
"I will climb over beside you and direct you," said the French lieutenant, and dropped into the front seat.
"Where do these soldiers sleep? Not among these ruins?"
A block of masonry fell ahead of them and split its stones across the street.
"Be careful! You can get round by this side street. Up here.... In these ruins. No living soul can sleep in Verdun now."
"Where, then?"
"Don"t you know? They sleep _beneath_ Verdun, in this hill around which we are circling. I am looking for the entrance."
"Inside this hill? Under the town?"
"But you"ve heard of the _citadelle?_"
"Yes, but... this hill is so big."
"There are fifteen kilometres of tunnel in this hollow hill, and hundreds of steps lead up to the top by the palace, where there is a defence of barbed wire and guns. Look, here is the entrance."
They left the car. Before them was a small dark hole in the side of the hill, an entrance not much higher than a man, into which ran a single rail line of narrow gauge. A sentry challenged them as they walked towards him.
Entering the hill they found themselves in a tunnel lit by electric bulbs which hung in a dotted line ahead of them.
"Wait!" ordered the deep voice of the Russian, and he strode from them into the depths of the tunnel with the Eastern swing of Ali Baba entering his cave.
f.a.n.n.y stood by the mild lieutenant, and they waited obediently.
"I must tell you a secret," he said to her. "Monsieur Dellahousse is very glad to be here. He said this morning: "The Governor has sent me a woman to break my neck!""
"But he took me...."
"Could he refuse you?--For he felt that it was a glove of challenge thrown down by the Governor of Metz. They do not get on together.... He took you with dignity, but he was convinced that he placed himself in the jaws of death."
"When do we go back? We cannot now be in Metz before dark."
"But haven"t they told you? Never warned you? How monstrous! We are staying here."
"And I return alone?"
"No, you stay too. You are lent to us for five days. They should have told you!"
"Oh, I stay too. In this tunnel, here! How odd, how amusing!"
"Monsieur Dellahousse has gone to ask the Commandant of the _citadelle_ to house us all. Here he comes."
The Russian returned under the chain of lights. "Follow me," he said, and led them further into his cavern.
They followed him like children, and as they advanced the lieutenant whispered: "We are now well beneath the town. It lies like a crust above our heads. Exactly beneath the palace you will see the steps go up...."
"What is the railway line for?"
"Bread for the garrison. There are great bakeries in the _citadelle_."
Further and further still.... Till the Russian turned to the right and took a branching tunnel. Here, lining the curve of the stone wall were twenty little cubicles of light wood, raised a few inches from the moist floor, and roofless except for the arch of the tunnel that ran equally above them all. These were the rooms a.s.signed to the _officers de pa.s.sage_, officers whom duty kept for a night in Verdun. Each cubicle held a bed, a tin basin on a tripod, a minute square of looking-gla.s.s, a chair and a shelf, and each bore the name of its temporary owner written on a card upon the door.
"Twenty ... twenty-one ... and twenty-two," read the Russian from a paper he carried, and threw open the door of twenty-two.
"This is yours, mademoiselle"; he bowed and waved her toward it. f.a.n.n.y entered the room, which, from his manner, might have been the gilded ante-chamber of his Tzar.
She heard him enter his own room, and through the part.i.tion the very sighing of his breath was audible as it rustled upon his lips! He tried to give her the illusion of privacy, for, wishing to speak to her, he left his room again to tap at her door, though his voice was as near her ear whether at door or wall.
"I hope you are content, mademoiselle?" he said through the woodwork.
"Delighted, monsieur."
"You will sleep here," he continued, as though he suspected her of sleeping anywhere but there, "and dine with us in the officers" mess at seven. Until then, please stay in the _citadelle_ in case I need you."
She heard his footsteps go up the corridor, the lieutenant following him. "I will unpack," she thought, and from her knapsack drew what she had by chance brought with her. Upon the shelf she arranged a tin of _singe_--the French bully beef--a gilt box of powder, a toothbrush, a comb, a map, a packet of letters to be answered, and a magneto spanner.
There was an hour yet before dinner and she wandered out into the corridors to explore the _citadelle_. A soldier stood upon a ladder changing the bulb of an electric light.
Catching sight of her he hurried from his ladder, and pa.s.sing her with a stiff face, saluted, and disappeared.
Soon she began to think that this was the busy hour in the fortress: the corridors rustled gently, the unformed whispering of voices echoed behind her. The walls seemed to open at a dozen spots as she walked on, and little men with bright, grave faces hurried past her about their duties.
"Perhaps they are changing the guard...."
Yet a face which had already pa.s.sed her three times began to impress its features upon her, and she realised suddenly that it was curiosity, not duty, that called the soldiers from their burrows. The news was spreading, for out of the gloom ahead fresh parties of onlookers appeared, paused disconcerted as she wished them "good evening," nodded or saluted her in haste, then hurried by.
An officer with grizzled hair stepped into the pa.s.sage from a doorway.
As she neared him she saw he wore the badges of a commandant.
"Who is this?" he asked in a low voice of the soldier who followed at his heels.
"J"n"en sais rien, mon commandant," The soldier stiffened as a watch-dog who sees a cat.
f.a.n.n.y hastened nearer. "I drive a Russian officer," she explained. "I hope I have your permission to stay here."
"Ah!" exclaimed the officer, looking at her in surprise. "Colonel Dellahousse told me "a driver"; he did not add that the driver was a lady. Where have they put you? Not in the cubicles of the _officiers de pa.s.sage?_ No, no, that must be changed, that won"t do. Come, you shall sleep in the room next to the bishop"s room, as he is absent. It is in my corridor."
f.a.n.n.y followed him, and noticed that the corridor was now clear of soldiers. The commandant paused before a door decorated with flags and led her into another corridor lined with cubicles much larger than those she had seen at first.