Au revoir

Marguerite wakes up in the arms of Armel. The moon is still up in the sky and the night is still young. Marguerite looks one last time at the face of her husband and plants a kiss on his forehead.

She feels horrible to be doing this, but she knows that it's the only way. In any case, she doesn't know why she feels so reluctant to part, they will meet again eventually. This is only Au revoir, not Adieu.

She spiked his drink of wine so he would sleep well. Marguerite feels slightly guilty but doesn't let it get to her too much. This is for the sake of a greater cause. She is doing this to save Keltc from the dreadful sizzling and devouring flames of war.