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Mount Holly
Historical Fiction
by David Churchill Barrow
Christmas goes terribly awry for a Hessian Colonel in America.
“Plus de vin, Monsieur le Comte?”
“Ja, Bitte! Eh, pardonez-moi… Qui Mademoiselle, s’il vous plait.
Colonel Count Karl Emil Ulrich von Donop was once again mesmerized by the visage and cleavage leaning towards him, pouring the wine into his crystal goblet. It all seemed as if it was a storybook fantasy – the crackling fire keeping out the damp December cold, the holly (for which the little village was named) decorating the mantle and table pieces, candles all aglow – and a young hostess who could fill Greek goddesses with envy. Christmas had not been this comfortable since he left his home in Hesse-Kassel years ago.
“Non ‘Mademoiselle,’ Monsieur le Comte. ‘Madame’ s’il vous plait.”
The Colonel spoke only a few words of English, and no one around but his soldiers spoke his native German; but he was fluent in French, and this young lady’s French came out like little Christmas bells tinkling. The sound was as soothing as the excellent Bordeaux he was sipping...
“Plus de vin, Monsieur le Comte?”
“Ja, Bitte! Eh, pardonez-moi… Qui Mademoiselle, s’il vous plait.
Colonel Count Karl Emil Ulrich von Donop was once again mesmerized by the visage and cleavage leaning towards him, pouring the wine into his crystal goblet. It all seemed as if it was a storybook fantasy – the crackling fire keeping out the damp December cold, the holly (for which the little village was named) decorating the mantle and table pieces, candles all aglow – and a young hostess who could fill Greek goddesses with envy. Christmas had not been this comfortable since he left his home in Hesse-Kassel years ago.
“Non ‘Mademoiselle,’ Monsieur le Comte. ‘Madame’ s’il vous plait.”
The Colonel spoke only a few words of English, and no one around but his soldiers spoke his native German; but he was fluent in French, and this young lady’s French came out like little Christmas bells tinkling. The sound was as soothing as the excellent Bordeaux he was sipping...