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"
All
right
.
Let
’
s
go
to
sleep
at
exactly
the
same
moment
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
But
we
did
not
.
I
was
awake
for
quite
a
long
time
thinking
about
things
and
watching
Catherine
sleeping
,
the
moonlight
on
her
face
.
Then
I
went
to
sleep
,
too
.
By
the
middle
of
January
I
had
a
beard
and
the
winter
had
settled
into
bright
cold
days
and
hard
cold
nights
.
We
could
walk
on
the
roads
again
.
The
snow
was
packed
hard
and
smooth
by
the
hay
-
sleds
and
wood
-
sledges
and
the
logs
that
were
hauled
down
the
mountain
.
The
snow
lay
over
all
the
country
,
down
almost
to
Montreux
.
The
mountains
on
the
other
side
of
the
lake
were
all
white
and
the
plain
of
the
Rhone
Valley
was
covered
.
We
took
long
walks
on
the
other
side
of
the
mountain
to
the
Bains
de
l
’
Alliaz
.
Catherine
wore
hobnailed
boots
and
a
cape
and
carried
a
stick
with
a
sharp
steel
point
.
She
did
not
look
big
with
the
cape
and
we
would
not
walk
too
fast
but
stopped
and
sat
on
logs
by
the
roadside
to
rest
when
she
was
tired
.
There
was
an
inn
in
the
trees
at
the
Bains
de
l
’
Alliaz
where
the
woodcutters
stopped
to
drink
,
and
we
sat
inside
warmed
by
the
stove
and
drank
hot
red
wine
with
spices
and
lemon
in
it
.
They
called
it
glühwein
and
it
was
a
good
thing
to
warm
you
and
to
celebrate
with
.
The
inn
was
dark
and
smoky
inside
and
afterward
when
you
went
out
the
cold
air
came
sharply
into
your
lungs
and
numbed
the
edge
of
your
nose
as
you
inhaled
.
We
looked
back
at
the
inn
with
light
coming
from
the
windows
and
the
woodcutters
’
horses
stamping
and
jerking
their
heads
outside
to
keep
warm
.
There
was
frost
on
the
hairs
of
their
muzzles
and
their
breathing
made
plumes
of
frost
in
the
air
.
Going
up
the
road
toward
home
the
road
was
smooth
and
slippery
for
a
while
and
the
ice
orange
from
the
horses
until
the
wood
-
hauling
track
turned
off
.
Then
the
road
was
clean
-
packed
snow
and
led
through
the
woods
,
and
twice
coming
home
in
the
evening
,
we
saw
foxes
.
It
was
a
fine
country
and
every
time
that
we
went
out
it
was
fun
.
"
You
have
a
splendid
beard
now
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
It
looks
just
like
the
woodcutters
’
.
Did
you
see
the
man
with
the
tiny
gold
earrings
?
"
"
He
’
s
a
chamois
hunter
,
"
I
said
.
"
They
wear
them
because
they
say
it
makes
them
hear
better
.
"
"
Really
?
I
don
’
t
believe
it
.
I
think
they
wear
them
to
show
they
are
chamois
hunters
.
Are
there
chamois
near
here
?
"
