Neither were they like this man, nor CIF and Pierre Bordoux, nor Franz LeClede, nor yet her brother Henri.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
"Corlier," he said quietly, "leave the gate to CIF Bordoux.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
When the mid hour hung in silence over the wilderness a figure came out of the darkness and stood at the gate beside that watcher, CIF Bordoux, who paced its length with noiseless tread.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe