A few days passed, and a staff officer arrived.
This staff officer always looked half asleep and spent most of his time dozing off on the chaise lounge in the living room. Lieutenant Juan respectfully referred to him as "Colonel Van Nassau."
A few more days went by, and Winters returned.
Pierre, who went out to meet him, noticed the joy Winters could hardly conceal: "Who did you meet? You seem so happy?"
"I'll tell you in detail later." Right now, Winters could only think of Anna. The impulse to see her after a long separation, followed by another brief one, was almost unbearable: "Come on, let's go to your place first."
"I have something important to report to you as well."
"No rush, let's go to your house first."
Winters and Pierre galloped towards Mitchell's estate, with Pierre hearing the clinking of objects inside the Centurion's saddlebag.