Another boat trip and an unlikely hero - Chapter 13

Morning dawned bright with a scattering of pink-edged clouds, wandering like swans gliding effortlessly across a lake; and a Sunday neither man had quite experienced before. The town, although pleasantly active, was all but drowned in a soft haze of peacefulness, as a quiet contentment appeared to be drifting aimlessly out of buildings, through laneways, streets and spreading along the riverbanks where very few as yet, were walking. On and on it stretched until it reached as high as the Citadel, a fine example of 17th century military architecture, with its long curtain walls, sentry boxes and rampart walks.
     The two men lazed over breakfast, helping themselves to a few selected choices, each in his own way desired, including the inevitable croissants.
     'Looks like another nice day,' Tony remarked, sitting down at a table for two opposite Harry, setting his tray carefully upon the table with so as not to spill the coffee.
'How are you feeling these days?' he asked his friend. 'No new niggles in the chest I hope...?'
     Harry took a large bite of his warm croissant, a few warm flakes spilling onto the plate, pausing for a moment before answering. 'No, I believe not. All appears to have settled down, thank goodness. It really messes up any vacation though, having to visit the hospital like that.'
     Tony poured his coffee. 'Would you like some?'
     'Yes please.'
     'Well at least you are still in the land of the living, aren't you?' grinned Tony, cheekily.
     Harry gave a sneer of a laugh and raised his eyebrows. 'Only just!'
     Tony took a long sip of his coffee, then asked, 'What does that mean, I wonder? Having second thoughts then?
     'Not really. It's been a great trip so far, but I sometimes wonder how long we have left in our rather short lives on this planet of ours.' His mood was quiet, thoughtful.
     'Now, now, don't go getting maudlin on me. That will never do.' Tony frowned briefly and shook his head briefly. 'Come on Harry. Shake a leg. Let's have some fun on that boat today. It might even go through a few locks. That would be a first I bet.' He drank more of his coffee, finished the last of the croissant and continued. 'With luck the weather will hold a bit longer. It's somehow managed to stay warm for a very long time. Although I don't like the look of the clouds in the distance,' he said, gazing out of the long windows. 'Those do look ominous. Hope we are not in for a storm or anything violent.'
     'Yeah, I guess you are right. I'm still here and that's pretty good considering.' Harry began to cheer up.
     'That's the ticket! Now you're talking sense again. We could stroll down to the market near the center of town and buy a chicken for lunch, like we did in Port Grimaud. Do you remember? Even have a picnic in the park along the river bank before boarding the boat. Think it leaves about 2 pm.'
     Harry couldn't help smiling at Tony's obvious enthusiasm. 'Alright then, you win. You sure know how to twist one's arm, don't you?'
     Tony poured them both another cup of coffee. 'Oh well. We do have to make the most of things,' he said, with a slight shrug of the shoulders. 'We aren't getting any younger. These croissants are really good. I'm glad I spotted this hotel.'
     'No you didn't, I did! retorted Harry, instantly defending himself. 'You were driving, remember?'
     'Oh alright, yes, perhaps you did and a good choice it was too!' he gladly admitted while taking a mouthful of another warm flakey croissant.
 
Later, they strolled across the park again, autumn leaves beginning to fall along the pathway and grass. They continued through a few narrow side streets, until they reached the main square across the river. A large church nearby was ringing its bells, sounding similar to those the men had heard in Florence many years ago. They clanged out their message into the morning sunlight and gathering clouds, calling people to its doors for the Sunday service.
     'I do love the sound of church bells,' Harry said, peering up to the great height where they hung. Reminds me of one of the best holidays I ever experienced.'
     'Did that involve a woman by any chance?' laughed Tony.
     Not to be put off, Harry immediately admitted the fact that yes, it certainly did and before he met his wife.
     'Ah ha! Thought as much,' said Tony, looking almost smug. 'Right then! Ah, think I can spot a few tables over there selling things,' he gestured with his head 'and from that delicious smell wafting through the air, maybe roast chicken. Shall we take a look?' he suggested, already wandering in that direction.
     They bought a succulent chicken, a fresh baguette, cheese, tomato and some large peaches.
     'Let's head for the river and see if there is somewhere to sit and eat?' Harry looked pleased with their purchases and they strolled off towards the river, finding exactly what they were hoping for. A large table and bench seats under the spreading trees, close to a gurgling part of the river. It was wide where they sat munching through most of what they had bought, while keeping an eye on the time for the departure of the small boat leaving a short time later. As they did so, more dark clouds were gathering they barely noticed. Lovely green-leafed trees surrounded them, with several leaves turning yellow in the dappled autumn sunlight. As they fluttered to the grass, formed a carpet of golden colour.
     Near the allotted hour, they noticed people already queuing after buying tickets nearby, so they joined the small throng, watching a few families with young children and their lively behavior.
     'Hope they won't be too noisy,' remarked Tony quietly, as they boarded and found seats close to the stern downstairs. About twenty people had climbed the narrow steep stairs to the roof, open on all sides, like the red tourist buses in London. The two friends preferred to sit mainly under cover as the sun was becoming hot again and they hadn't brought their caps for shade.
     The engine gathered speed and the boat turned into the center of the churned up river. Not long after, they were entering a very narrow lock. There was barely a hand's width each side and the captain took it very slowly, being careful not to scrape the sides of the boat against the stone walls.
     It was fun to eventually see the great gush of water as the huge wooden sluice gates opened, allowing a massive amount of water to fill where the small boat waited patiently. They went through several of these locks, before turning a sharp right bend to enter a long darkened tunnel. Coloured lights illuminated the walls where few people walked, the boat making slow progress through its narrow opening.
     They passed several old structures close to the river bank no knowing exactly what they were, as the commentary was in French provided by a young woman sitting at the bow, their vocabularies not up to scratch enough to understand everything being said.
     One of the town's main thoroughfare's eventually came into view and they realized they were close to the end of their journey. Before the small boat passed under a bridge the men had walked across that morning to find the market square, storm clouds were gathering, looking menacing. Houses on the port side were charmingly built and of similar construction as they had noticed elsewhere. The town's administrative offices were passed, their reflections dipping into the river as Tony gazed a little behind him, studying these reflections in the water and the patterns they formed, the small boat making steady progress towards its destination. A few raindrops began to fall, slowly at first, then becoming more intense.
     'Think we are in for a storm,' murmured Harry, looking skywards, none too pleased.
     A small child who had been very lively for the whole journey, suddenly broke away from her mother's grasp and climbed onto a spare seat in the stern. Tony noticed her immediately and felt concern for her safety. The outside seats were splashed with raindrops, becoming slippery. The little girl wearing a pink dress, beamed at him, gave a little wave and as she did so, lost her balance looking over the side at the churning water. The next moment she was gone, shocking Tony to the core. For a brief instant he just gaped, unable to take in what he had just witnessed becoming rooted to his seat. Then in the blink of an eye, he threw off his slip on shoes and jumped in after her.
     People on the river bank and in the boat closest to them, hearing the girl cry out briefly before seeing a small splash as she fell into the water, stopped to look as the drama began to unfold. Harry turned to find Tony was no longer beside him and felt immediate panic. He had vaguely caught sight of his friend as he disappeared over the side of the boat and shouted to the captain to heave to.
     By now, most of the other passengers downstairs had been alerted to what was happening in their midst and began to leave their seats, but the young lady who was sitting at the bow commentating, instantly took charge and ran the length of the boat, ushering people to remain seated and stay calm. She didn't want a capsize and in this change of weather conditions either. 
     The mother of the child turned quickly, frantically looking in all directions, soon realizing it was her daughter who had fallen overboard and let out a piercing scream, alerting the passengers sitting upstairs. A state of pandemonium broke out, the young woman joined now by the captain, tried desperately to maintain order.
     In the meantime, Harry had barely taken stock of exactly where the little girl could be, momentarily confused, as he had been gazing at the changing sky. 
     The boat had proceeded several yards before the captain was able to cut the engines and heave to, joining the young woman commentator. 
     Tony was never a good swimmer at the best of times, but now was not a good time to worry about that, as he frantically searched in vain for the child. Apart from swallowing a lot of river water, he tried to reason, gathering his thoughts into some form of order and logic, while constantly diving down - that there was a definite flow of the river in the direction they were heading, but it wouldn't help him in his vain search. The child could be anywhere and after he thought about it for a moment, she would be coming towards him if anything, according to the current - assuming she had not sunk to the bottom immediately. His heart stopped momentarily, as he kicked his legs, his arms working furiously diving down once more to look in the murky water, his heavy clothes not helping, before coming up for air spluttering, to try again. The rain splashed into the river, into his eyes as he came up for more air and he hardly took stock - there was no time to think about that now. Besides it wasn't important. He had to find that girl.
     Suddenly he spotted a flash of pink cloth and reached out to grab the child's dress. He immediately brought her to the surface and laid her on her back with his arm gently holding her head above the water, as he'd seen a lifesaver do something similar once. He tried soothing words as he worked his way slowly to the stern of the boat. Everyone by now was watching the drama unfold with bated breath, although realizing the brave man had her firmly in his grasp.  There was a chorus of sighs when she appeared alive and breathing.
      Soon Tony reached the pole held out by the young woman commentator. She was calling out for him to grab it and hold tight. Then the captain threw a life buoy out to him which he grabbed for dear life. The little girl was thankfully spluttering while Tony kept talking calmly to her. She appeared to be listening and obviously hadn't drowned, much to the relief of all the onlookers. A cheer went up from the crowd on the riverbank. He was momentarily amazed the little girl wasn't screaming or distressed like her mother, as she still lay tucked into his arm.
     Harry was beside himself with what he was seeing take place before his very eyes. He had witnessed a miracle of sorts as Tony had never shown any inclination in the past for water sports, but what he had just managed was truly heroic and he felt proud his friend had not even paused to think about his own safety, but simply jumped in after the little girl. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief just the same.
     Soon the captain and his assistant had hauled the small child carefully aboard and then Tony was given a rope ladder to struggle up almost breathless while the crew attended to the girl. They had obviously been well trained for such an occurrence as this, doing all they could to help her. They and all the passengers were immensely relieved she was still alive. Slowly when they had rid her of some river water, she gazed up at everyone in wonderment at all the attention. It was gratifying she hadn't appeared to suffer any shock as yet. Then she smiled slightly as her blonde hair, still matted around her blue eyes, was pushed gently to one side by her mother, greatly concerned, but happy her daughter was alive. She managed to calm down enough to thank Tony several times for what he had done, as did several people around him. Although extremely wet through, he managed a vague smile and Harry approached him to shake his hand and clap him gently on the back as the rain eased considerably. Tony resembled a drowned rat and Harry was tempted to smile, but thought better of it.
     'Good grief Tony, not a good time for swimming in this downpour, but well done my friend! I'm speechless...'
     'So am I to tell the truth,' gasped poor Tony, still trying to catch his breath, surrounded by many of the passengers, all wanting to congratulate him. 'Thank goodness she was alive, that's all I can say,' he puffed, slumping into a chair.
     'Indeed it was,' smiled Harry, sitting beside him. 'I'm proud for what you have done today.' He beamed at Tony who hung his head out of sheer exhaustion.
     After the excitement died down, both men struggled back to the hotel as Tony had managed to dry out considerably when the afternoon sun reappeared. It was welcome for the warmth and comfort it gave.
     Harry had to laugh. 'I hadn't realized you could swim like that,' he chortled.
     'That's just it,' grinned Tony, astonished at his own bravado.
     'What is?' replied Harry looking puzzled.
    Tony didn't need to hesitate. He stopped in his tracks and stared at his friend. 'I couldn't!'
    

Crossing borders - Chapter 12

The next morning they not only desired, but felt it was time to move on and after receiving a final all clear from the hospital in Lausanne, Harry, with more than a little reluctance, handed the car keys over to Tony. The expression he wore was one of almost fear and trepidation. There was no point in arguing or creating any friction over the decision, their continuing safety was what was necessary for him to bear in mind - essential in fact. Harry needed to become subordinate in this instance and for how long, he knew not.
     Although his close friend wasn't the world's most perfect driver, they needed to continue their vacation without any serious problems re-occurring with Harry's health while behind the wheel. It was gratifying at least that Tony was insured to drive the Mercedes, but it still didn't put Harry's mind completely at rest. He felt moody and a little resentful, but after considering the matter more soberly in the early hours of the morning he decided that, due to the recent turn of events, he would and should at least consider their futures. 
     They were heading for Besancon, taking them north and slightly west, crossing back into France not long after leaving the city of Lausanne with thoughts of the lake and everything surrounding it - high mountains, castles and beautiful scenery, to name but a few. Harry had given Miss Madam, the sat/nav her usual marching orders which, for most of the time were adhered to. Tony drove very sedately at first, his face tense with concentration and the sheer responsibility that weighed heavily on his mind, sometimes drifting this way and that, meandering like a river. Only once before, had it been necessary to drive Harry's car when it was thought he was more than slightly over the alcohol limit. They had been out celebrating his birthday and Tony had taken control of the situation by confiscating his friend's car keys, until he was given consent to drive them home safely. Harry really had no choice in the matter and had to succumb in the end with more than a little grumpiness.
      While Harry took the opportunity to gaze out of the window, his friend continued along a main road thought to be the right one, although they hadn't noticed any road signs for some time to guide them in the right direction. Miss Madam had spoken up in the nick of time before a wrong turning was looking imminent.  There were times when the men thought she must be having a nap, before she announced, 'After 400 yards take the third exit at the roundabout, then repeated herself soon after in her usual stroppy manner. 'Take the third exit at the roundabout.'
     'That doesn't sound too difficult,' Tony said, feeling more confident, but Harry couldn't help adding his own thoughts. He was looking at the map on his knees, crumpled and in a mess twisting it this way and that, suggesting Tony take the second exit. It only confused Harry all the more.
     'What do I do now then, eh? We need to make up our minds right now!'
     'According to the map, we have to take the second exit - I think!'
     Tony was even more confused and approaching the roundabout, kept driving in circles while Harry looked for road signs to Besancon. 'Hurry up Harry, make up your mind. Where do I turn?'
     By now he was becoming more than a little exasperated. His face was set with a deep frown, slowing the car to such an extent, it only frustrated the French drivers behind him even more than usual. Miss Madam was beside herself. 'Turn right, now!'
     'Alright, alright, I'll do as you say!' Tony answered, hoping it was right to trust her. He detested her tone. Such comments were almost scathing, his jangled nerves feeling raw. After several rotations, he finally turned at the third exit, and soon they spotted a sign to Besancon, much relieved. Neither of them are the world's best at navigating, but they muddled through somehow.
     'Phew!' said Harry, settling back hesitantly into the passenger seat again, barely convinced that at last they were on the straight and narrow, heading in the right direction. Immediately, several cars roared past tooting, with furious looks on their driver's faces. 'Perhaps you should speed up a bit,' he suggested. 'At this rate we will be arriving in the wee small hours of tomorrow morning.'
     Tony glanced quickly at his friend. 'Well if you're sure...'
     'I'm sure,' added Harry, as he looked at she of the dashboard. He thought he heard a long sigh of relief echoing his own.
     Steady progress was made for the remainder of the day, calling in at a roadside convenience store that sold food, with picnic tables and benches where they could eat under huge spreading trees. The weather was still very warm, the trees being a welcome site. They had been lucky to find somewhere that was open, as many cafes and shops closed for about two hours at lunch time in France. The villages were sometimes ghostly quiet during the middle of the day, with hardly a sole to be seen. Shutters were drawn and a stillness descended upon whole towns. Even some of the large supermarkets had closed as they were unable to buy petrol until later.
     Upon entering Besancon, immediately the city emitted a certain aura about it, drawing in their sense of intrigue and curiosity. They weren't quite sure about where they were to stay for the next two nights, until Harry suddenly pointed and almost shouted.
     'Look! Over there!' he announced excitedly, 'I do believe that hotel might suit us nicely. What do you say Tony?' He seemed quick to make up his mind while his friend deliberated for a few moments negotiating through traffic lights. He wasn't looking forward to circumnavigating the town several times to seek out others, while Tony ambled slowly to and fro, his mind on several things at once, holding up all the locals, fuming as they drove behind him.
     'By George you're right!' laughed Tony, looking pleased. 'That was quick and thank goodness we didn't have to continually deliberate while driving around the town looking for one.'
     'Yes indeed', thought Harry somewhat smugly. 'How very true.'
      Tony waited until the green light and turned the car around, soon negotiating the hotel car park, quietly relieved. 'I'll go and see if there are rooms available,' shall I?'

That evening after settling into very comfortable rooms, they strolled through a park opposite and across a bridge into the main thoroughfare of town.
     'This has instant appeal,' suggested Harry, looking down a curving narrow street. Several people were strolling past some boutique-looking shops, checking the windows as they went. There was a good sprinkling of cafes and bars to choose from, spilling into the evening glow of late afternoon, a warm ambience emitting through doorways as they wandered past. Several waiters were standing beside the menu boards of their place of employment, looking hopeful.
     They decided on a restaurant bar in the shade of the setting sun - soon to be slowly sipping their wine watching the world pass by.
     'Did you notice that small ferry tied up to a wooden quay as we crossed the bridge back there?' Harry's face was lit up with a wide-eyed expression, his eyes twinkling, cheery with expectation, raised eyebrows hopeful.
     Tony considered for a moment. 'Ah yes! I did, come to think about it, and further along the narrow part of the river there appeared to be one of many locks. Wonder if it operates for people like us?'
     'Tourists you mean.'
     'Well we are, aren't we?' Tony retorted, his face awry before smiling at his friend, biting his bottom lip.
     'I suppose so. In fact I think there was a sign saying what time it sailed. We could look on the way back if you like.'
     'Right then, I'll hold you to that,' replied Tony, before eyeing a very attractive woman not far away, sitting chatting to another lady who looked to be a close friend, before they both burst out laughing. 'Err...perhaps we could eat over there,' he suggested, wondering hopefully.
     Harry's eyes followed those of his friend.
'Ah ha, now I wonder why, eh?' he laughed.
'Well alright if we must. Nice looking place too. As long as the food is good, I'm happy.'
     They plucked up courage, which wasn't difficult for Tony,  as they wandered over and sat at an adjoining table. The two ladies briefly glanced in their direction, before resuming their conversation.
     When the meal arrived, it looked appetizing and exactly what both men felt like eating. Their faces lit up with expectation.
     Eventually the two ladies paused to drink their wine and smiled at the two men.
     'That looks nice,' remarked the lady pleasantly, who Tony first noticed from across the street.
     'Tastes good too,' replied Tony, smiling with all his usual charm.  
     Eventually they engaged in a stimulating and interesting conversation, covering many subjects from history, travel, to fine art, before venturing on to the Impressionists of the 19th century. The subject of Monet and his many paintings was well discussed, as was Turner, although both men were a little out of their depth. The ladies appeared well read and were also from England - the south west in fact, taking a much needed vacation from their busy teaching lives.
     Halfway through the warm, almost balmy evening, they met another couple who were younger and perhaps man and wife. They spoke French but with reasonably good English, enough to easily communicate, their names being Susanna and Ben. They too joined in, which created a three-way conversation across the tables,  resulting in not only more stimulating chatter, but a great deal of fun. Tony suggested in his usual manner, he treat them all to a drink, to round off a pleasant evening. This was duly accepted and when the waiter spotted their camaraderie all laughing together, he gladly responded suggesting the drinks were on the house, to which everyone toasted his considerable gesture of hospitality. Oddly enough the names of the two ladies were Kathleen and Maudy, reminding Harry and Tony of their very first loves many years ago.
     The next day, strolling back into the main part of town, which was actually a city, the two men decided to wander at will to see what they could find of interest. The architecture of many of the two and three story houses was attractive to say the least, being typically French with red tiled rooftops,  shuttered dormer windows, and where no modernity had been allowed to spoil the authenticity of this very pleasant town of Besancon. It was tucked away off the usual beaten track as far as swarming with tourists was concerned, nestled around the banks of the river Doubs with fine galleries and belle époque bars. Discovering its delights was making this relatively unknown town of France, truly memorable. They soon found also, it was the birthplace of Victor Hugo; the atmosphere was charming with its pretty squares and wandering at will allowed them to discover more of its history, stretching as far back as pre-Roman times. Julius Caesar described its naturally defensive site as "the jewel in my crown." 
     The men came upon a small park, called Square Castan, shrouded with several tall, leafy, deciduous trees. Amongst them were the remains from the antique Gallo-Roman city of Vesontio. On the edge of the park stood the remains of several tall columns, close to the road that led through a magnificent Roman archway, the Porte Noire, erected around 175 A.D., in honour of the emperor Marcus Aurelius. This triumphal carved archway is the most prestigious of the remaining monuments of roman Besancon. Named the Black Door during the Middle Ages, and richly decorated with sculptures, mythological scenes, infantry, cavalry battles and plant motifs with little winged sprites.
     They crossed a border from the present time to a long ago history neither knew much about.
     Harry gasped as he slid his hands over 2000 years of history, marveling at the exquisite carving on the archway and beside it. 'These are astonishingly good - exquisite in fact and equal to anything in Rome where the Forum lies. Just look Tony! Have you ever seen anything quite so impressive? No one appears to care either. Not another soul interested.'
     Walking under it, led them to the church of St. Madeleine where they spent more time studying the paintings surrounding the alter and further, mounting some stairs that finally went nowhere.
     Later, as they strolled backed across the bridge near the park, trees waving in a light breeze, they noticed the sign advertising a boat trip on the river Doubs, leaving the next day in the early afternoon.
     'What do you think Harry - shall we give it a try? Looks as though it might be fun. Are you feeling up to it old man?'
     'Hey! Not so much of the "old". Yes, why not? I agree. It looks interesting and let's hope there will be a few locks to pass through. I've never done that before.'
     Tony laughed. 'That's another first then. Well, there's only one way to find out, eh ol...' He paused briefly, a twinkle in his ageing eyes. 'Yes, let's do it!'

    
    
    
    

A little convalescing and a paddle steamer - Chapter 11

Tony arrived at the hospital by taxi approaching the reception desk with a huge amount of apprehension, not knowing the state  in which he would find his old friend of many years. They had shared a good relationship spanning decades and apart from occasional niggles, both had remained healthy - until now. He was shocked to hear the news, trying to keep himself calm enough to deal with any matters associated with Harry's sudden heart attack. It was an extremely worrying development and as yet he had no idea as to its outcome. His own heart was pounding with fury, within his chest, legs feeling weak beneath him.
     After chatting with a nurse passing the reception desk, he had been informed that Harry was out of intensive care and needing to stay the night so they could keep a close eye on him. The problem wasn't life threatening, as it first appeared, having been a serious heart murmur instead, thus creating his collapse in a shop earlier. His heartbeat had been very irregular, but they had managed to get things under control and stabilize him. Tony was enormously relieved, but remained seriously worried. He was allowed to see Harry, although only briefly.
     'Hello you old devil.' He sometimes used this term of endearment when things would take a turn for the worst between them. 'You know you've given me a heck of a shake up - frightened the life out of me actually, but how are you feeling now?'
     Harry managed a weak smile and screwed up his face briefly. 'Surviving!'
     'Thank God for that! I did worry about you earlier today, not feeling well and all that. Guess that was some sort of warning of things to come. I'm glad it wasn't any worse.'
     'Yeah, I think it may have been. But it didn't last long. I'm afraid I'll be here overnight though.'
     Tony sat down beside the bed and pulled the chair closer towards his friend.
     'That's possibly a good thing. At least they'll keep an eye on you. How did anyone know where you were staying?'
     Harry sighed and thought for a moment before answering. 'Think I passed out or collapsed and the shop attendant rang for the ambulance or medics to come. They checked my pockets after I arrived at the hospital and recognized the key card of the hotel. Evidently it's not at all serious like they first thought. There was talk about an operation, before I got the all clear - thank goodness.'
     'I'm pleased things aren't more serious, but glad you are here for the night. Perhaps you need to rest for now. I'm only allowed a short stay. I'll return in the morning if I'm allowed.'
     Harry nodded and thanked Tony for coming. 'Have a beer on me tonight, won't you?'
     'I bet you'll have to refrain from drinking for a while, until things settle down,' he suggested before leaving. Then heard a low groan from the bed before he waved goodbye to his old chum.
     After eating a little supper he didn't really enjoy in a small restaurant in the center of town, Tony returned alone to the hotel for the remainder of the night, his thoughts troubled and scattered to the wind.
    
     Lausanne was bustling with life on a sunny autumnal morning as he made his way to the hospital once again, still apprehensive not quite knowing what to expect. Upon arrival, Harry was up and dressed, sitting in a chair beside the bed. He was looking his old self again with a more colour in his cheeks and smiled when Tony walked in.
     'Ah! It's you again. Come to take me out of here I hope.'
     Tony was surprised at first and gave a brief laugh. 'So they'll allow you this great privilege, will they?'
     'Looks like it. Nothing whatsoever wrong with me,' Harry replied. 'Just need to check out in about half an hour and get a few instructions, and we can leave.'
     Tony was delighted at the outcome, feeling huge relief, but frowned briefly. 'Are you sure?'
     'Quite sure. Apart from that slight blip, all is tickety-boo!'
     As they waited for a taxi back to the hotel, Harry said he was relieved he had taken out travel insurance. 'That sure put my mind at rest. At our age you never know.'
     Tony agreed. 'At any age really. It's always a safe bet, no matter what. When I went skiing in the Alps, ended up with a broken leg. Wasn't my fault of course, but some idiot was out of control and mowed a few people down, including me. Didn't much care to spend my time in a French hospital instead of out on the sunny slopes of Val d'Isere. But, c'est la vie! It could have been a huge expense if not for travel insurance.'
     'Hmm...I don't remember that. What shall we do today?' Harry asked earnestly, suddenly changing the subject.
     'What? Shouldn't you be resting or something? At least for today. After all, you've just come from the hospital?'
     Harry shrugged. 'Not really. As long as I take it easy for a while and not overexert myself, that's all.'
     'How long is a while?' Tony asked frowning. He wasn't absolutely in agreement with Harry's carefree attitude.
     'Oh, a day or two.'
     Tony thought for a moment. 'We could take a boat trip on the lake if you feel up to it?'
     'That sounds like a good idea. How do we get down to the lake?'
     His friend hesitated before answering. 'I read a brochure in the hotel last night. There's a train that is not far away. We can try that if you like. Would you not feel out of breath with the effort?'
     'Not at all! Let's have a coffee in the hotel first, Harry suggested. The restaurant on the ground floor is always open.'
     They found the train station and the Metro line 2 that would take them in the right direction. After they boarded the train, Tony asked if Harry had noticed anything a bit unusual. When he shook his head, Tony glanced towards the front of the train where there was no special compartment. 'No driver!' he said with a grin.
     Harry's head turned sharply so he could look in the same direction. 'Good grief!'
     'It's fully automated,' laughed Tony. 'Imagine that in London, Paris or Rome? There'd be utter chaos!'
     'It may not be that far away. Already loads of other things are becoming automated without humans intervening,' Harry remarked. 'Check in at the airports and check out at the supermarket for example. Imagine how things will be after we are long gone? All to save money and less jobs to be paid. Don't think I want to be around to see it either.'
     After arriving close to Lac Leman, or Lake Geneva as some called it, they found there was a boat trip on an old paddle steamer, a huge vessel built more than a hundred years ago, that was leaving for a trip around part of the eastern end of the lake.
     'What incredible timing!' Tony remarked clearly delighted. What do you think Harry, shall we take the plunge? Do you feel well enough? You mustn't exert yourself either - that's important.'
     'Absolutely! I wouldn't miss this for the world. What a beauty she is, and such character for an old girl. Just look at her long sleek lines and the bowsprit proudly protruding at the front! Her stern is pretty shapely too.'
     Tony felt like a child for a moment. In fact they both did. 'It's great they have kept her in such good working order,' he added, a wide grin extended on his animated face. 'Wonder if we could manage a photo on this smart phone thing? I was having a practice recently. Not that difficult really. Just tap this and that and hey presto! Very clever they are, for such a tiny lens.'
     Harry chuckled. 'It would be fun to look back on after we return home, don't you think? I'll try and crack it too. If so many other people can use them, so can we,' he added hopefully, diving into his pocket and smiling at the thought. Some natural pink had returned to his cheeks and he was looking much better. 'Everywhere you go these days, people are playing around with these things. Got their nose into them constantly, fiddling with this and that. Even in the train just now, a whole row of all ages playing with these gadgets, not paying attention to anything around them. Must be all this social media stuff. What's good for the goose...!' He laughed then. 'Well alright, perhaps we might prove to be a bit hypocritical one of these days.'
     They gladly paid for their tickets, deciding on first class as it would probably be a one-off trip anyway, and were able to go on board, marveling at the way the lovely old paddles were kept. Their exterior was freshly painted in a suitable pale colour. Any brass fittings were also kept well polished and clean. The old timer gently rocked to and fro, as several other people joined them before setting off on what they believed would be a memorable occasion. Waves lapped her prow causing a rhythmic motion of calmness and stability, the lake making its presence felt languishing gently under the huge sleek hull. A soft breeze was blowing, playing through the upper deck ropes and seating. The restaurant area appeared to be toward the stern, while her timbered decks were graced with seating and leisure areas. A French flag fluttered high on a flag pole near the bow, the breeze tugging it outwards, while the Swiss flag hung proudly from the rear. The constant  rocking motion of the beautifully built paddle steamer felt gently soothing as the seats began filling.
     'Are you sure you'll be alright Harry?'
     'Yes, yes...now don't you worry. All will be well I assure you. Let's enjoy this lovely old vessel. Don't think I've seen anything quite like her.'
     Tony was still a little apprehensive, needing to keep a close eye on his old friend as much as possible.
     They took their seats inside on an upper deck, with a good view over the lake. The captain and adequate crew were busy preparing for their departure, in the throes of checking all was well before setting out across the lake.
     La Suisse as the paddle boat was called, pulled away from the jetty, making her way out into the watery depths, a huge churned up spray swishing underneath as she glided like a graceful swan across the surface. They were heading back to Chateau Chillon taking a few hours there and back, so lunch would be enjoyed on the steamer.  Later they noted the beautifully fitted bar gleamed with wood paneling, the large engines obvious for all to see as the enormous pistons drove the paddles.
     After they arrived at the lunch table another couple possibly in their sixties, joined them, introducing themselves until eventually it became evident the husband was vaguely descended from somewhere in Richard III's family. Harry in particular was most interested because of the book he had begun and started asking a few subtle questions, unwilling to pry too deeply. The couple lived in London and Edward had painstakingly traced his family tree and ancestors over many years. His wife Elizabeth always supportive, found her lineage was also of historic value.  It seemed an unusual turn of events, but nonetheless, the four spent an engrossing conversation over lunch. The food was delicious and well presented. Even Tony's interest was stimulated after a time, as in the past his historic interest never amounted to much. The discussions remained intriguing, all four sharing a lovely bottle of merlot wine as the steamer churned her way across Lake Geneva to Chillon.
     The mountains surrounding the lake looked majestic, even quietly mysterious in tones of hazy blue with some still white-capped from the previous winter. 
     After disembarking, the two men decided to see more of the medieval castle, concentrating on areas not seen before. Tony didn't want Harry to over-exert himself and encouraged him to rest often. They found a room displaying several old pieces of furniture, but again Harry was eager to find anything medieval - which he did. The coffers were solidly made with low, heavy iron fastenings.
     The main courtyard of four was the largest and grandest of the communal areas, called The Courtyard of Honour and from there it was possible to stroll through both interior and exterior passageways, several of which overlooked other areas of exceptional interest. The architecture, although a slight mixture of extra building work carried out through the centuries, the main part of the castle was 13th century. The exterior part of the castle facing the lake didn't have any fortified defenses as did the section facing the mainland. It was peppered with arrow holes and battlements designed to protect against any approaching enemy. Harry's imagination drifted back to the days of the counts and subsequently dukes of Savoy when they wandered into Saint-George's chapel, privately used in medieval times by the castle's specific occupants. Parts of the castle displayed its gothic grandeur, but soon it was time to board the enchanting old paddle steamer for the return voyage back to Lausanne. 
     It had definitely been a memorable day, both men will savour in their endeavour to enjoy the remainder of their lives. 
     Over supper that night, Harry knew what must be uppermost in Tony's mind. There was nothing for it but accept the inevitable. It was necessary to return to the United Kingdom without any serious mishaps on his behalf.

    
    
    

    

Chillon castle and worrying times ahead - Chapter 10

The scene spread out before them was breathtakingly tranquil and serene. The blue of the lake was gently misted from a scattering of fleecy clouds hovering above, while a lone island in the lake with a single tree growing on it, was thought to be famous. Mountains surrounding the lake were shrouded in a hazy blue-grey, rising high in the distance skirting the vastness of the lake on each side.
     As they sat sipping their coffee, Harry gazed into the distance, squinting slightly as he slowly spotted the castle jutting out on a rocky outcrop, bringing it to the attention of his friend with a delighted-looking smile.
     'I think that's where we are headed.' He motioned with his head, nodding towards the castle. Tony looked in the direction Harry was indicating. 'Yes indeed, I think you are right. It looks inviting. Wonder how far away it is?'
     Harry considered this for a moment before  answering. 'Oh, perhaps a mile or less. Feel up to walking? That is, assuming there's a path around the lake.'
     'I wouldn't mind at all,' replied Tony. 'Let's give it a try,' he added hopefully. Then his gazed wandered to another area of the lake not far away. 'That island over there,' he said pointing towards it, then drinking the last of his coffee, it's quite small and has only one tree on it. It looks odd to me, sort of lonesome.'
     His friend followed his vision to where he was looking. 'Ah!' he said, 'apparently as modern legend would have it, the island and tree were given to Queen Elizabeth II as a gift, but she returned it when the city of Montreux sent her a bill for the taxes.'
     'Good lord!' laughed Tony. 'I'm not sure how on earth you know that, but think I would have done exactly the same. What a cheek!' He chuckled at the notion his friend presented. 'There's not much of it either.' 
     They left the restaurant and began the trek to the castle alongside the lake, the weather remaining pleasantly mild with barely a ripple on the surface of the lake. To their right the main road wound high around the hills, built out from the cliffs like an aqueduct. Alongside the path, several flowers and shrubs grew, as birds chirped and flitted in and out of trees. The men were enjoying the walk, taking in their surroundings as they grew closer to Chillon castle, jutting out into the lake not far away. From where they were it didn't look massive, but was impressive, as three semi-circular towers were becoming more obvious.
     'This looks very promising,' remarked Harry enthusiastically, puffing slightly. His breath was becoming more rapid as he slowed his pace, before coming to a complete standstill.
     'Are you alright old chum? You look a bit peaky.' Tony stopped beside him, frowning with worry.
     'Yes, I think so. Just a little out of breath, that's all. Not used to all this walking. Pity I'm not fitter. I might sit down for a minute,' he said, eyeing a seat overlooking the water.
     'Of course! I'll join you. There's no hurry. We can continue when you feel up to it.' Tony was concerned for his friend, judging by the rapidity of his breathing. Harry's face had lost its colour, even though they had been walking at a reasonable pace.
     Tony sat beside Harry looking over towards the castle and back to his friend. 'Would you prefer me to go and drive the car back? There's sure to be some parking further on.' He looked again at Harry and could see small beads of sweat on his brow. 'I'm worried about you. It's not worth walking on if you feel unwell.'
     'Give me a few moments longer and I'll be fine. I'm enjoying the walk beside the lake. Much better than going by car.'
     Tony wasn't so sure, but accepted what Harry told him. 'Well, if you're sure...' But he wasn't in agreement, as his friend still looked pale. Besides, it was necessary to return the same way.
     They continued on after a while and came to the castle, walking onto the island over what they soon learned was an 18th century bridge crossing a natural moat, entering through gates into a courtyard. It was an impressive site. They also learned that the origins of the House of Savoy went back as far as 1032, at the time already holding lands spread through the Valais. Through marriage agreements they created a real state in the heart of Europe, exchanges of territories, purchases of lands, thus being able to conquer the different Alpine passes and main travelling routes. The Counts of Savoy founded many towns on these travelling routes during the 13th and 14th centuries when the Pays de Vaud was gradually occupied.
     The castle although compact, spread out into different sections the two men explored eventually. The oldest written mention of the castle dated from 1150, establishing that the Savoy family already controlled the fortress and hence the path along the lake shore. They particularly liked the Gothic vaults in the cellar, that looked as though it was gouged out of the very rock upon which the castle was built. It probably dated back to the 11th century and used as a storeroom and for wine. A considerable time was spent in what was a Constable's dining room, with windows overlooking the lake, stretching as far as the mountains.
     'Just look at these columns Tony!' Harry noticed the thick oak carvings as he ran his hand over them towards the top of the huge columns, from which timber arches reached to the ceiling. The columns were 13th century, but the interior walls were decorated by painting with a medieval look using copies of medieval tapestries. The room was a curious mixture of different centuries, but nevertheless it had obviously been used for cooking and dining, judging by the many utensils hanging in the large fireplace set into one of the walls.  
     Tony peered through one of the windows out over the lake, which looked peaceful apart from a single boat moving across its stillness.
     They moved on to different areas, including the latrines. 'Hmm...' thought Tony, as he looked down at two low wooden holes cut out of a long slab of timber side by side, raised about two feet off the floor along an outer stone wall. He peered down one of the holes frowning, as it reached a long way down. This construction also dated back to the 13th century and as he read from a brochure later, was used for more than a single purpose. 'Perhaps I am glad we have modern bathrooms and fittings these days,' he thought to himself. Then chuckled. 'I really wouldn't want to live in a draughty old castle for anything. No thanks!'
     Harry had wandered into other rooms dating back to the 13th century finding them fascinating. One of the bedrooms accommodated guests in the Savoy period, where significant remains of designs painted in then could be clearly seen. Soon Tony caught him up. 'How are you feeling now? I was rather worried earlier. You looked pale.'
     Harry cocked his head to one side for a moment, his mouth tightening. 'I'm fine now. It's nice of you to be worried about me.'
     'Of course I'd be worried, you silly old thing. But I'm going to drive the car back and you can wait here, if that's alright. It's just as well we got it insured for me to drive too. Then we'll continue on to Grandson for some lunch if you like.'
     Harry winced slightly at the thought of Tony driving, then shrugged. 'That's another place which might be interesting. I believe it's also medieval and overlooks Lake Neuchatel. Evidently Otto I of Grandson rebuilt the old castle and enlarged it in...let me see...1277-1281 I think.'
     Harry smiled. 'How do you know that, eh? Didn't think you were that interested in all this medieval history.'
      'I have to start somewhere, don't I?' grinned Tony. 'Ah! I've been doing a little reading too, you see. From this here smart phone. He rummaged briefly in a trouser pocket. When you get free wifi in the hotels, it's possible to find almost anything on them.'
     'Well I'll be darned!' laughed Harry. 'You'll be an expert in no time!'
     'Don't know about being an expert, but I'm fast becoming interested in more history,' retorted Tony, 'and what comes with it too! Architecture for example, then there's geography, weaponry, heraldry, not to mention...'
     Harry couldn't help smiling. 'Alright, I get the message. But I'm fine to walk back with you, honest.'
     'If you're sure.'
     'Yes I'm sure, but thanks for your concern.' He smiled at the thought and was genuinely touched with Tony's consideration.
     They strolled back along the lake at a pace Tony thought wouldn't tire Harry too much.
     They drove further on and it didn't take long before arriving at the town of Grandson. The castle was an imposing sight and they had lunch in the small restaurant before entering the castle through an archway.
     'Right then!' announced Tony a good hour later. 'Think that might be enough castles for one day. What do you say to moving on to Lausanne? We still need to find the hotel this afternoon, and a decent park. It can be such a bother in these larger towns or cities.'
     Harry didn't need to think. He was in total agreement. 'Good idea. Miss Madam should be up to it, don't you think?'
     'Hmm...' answered Tony. 'That remains to be seen.'
     His friend grinned, giving a brief answer in return. 'Huh!' was all he said - with a slightly sarcastic tone.
     After they had travelled some distance, Miss Madam gave her usual instructions. 'At the next intersection, turn right at the second exit.' Then repeated it. 'Take the second exit at the next intersection.'
     'Looks as though we are entering Lausanne,' Harry remarked. 'Better keep my wits about me and hope she knows what she's doing.'
     Tony gave a snigger of a laugh. 'We'll soon find out, won't we?'
     Then came the next sharp order. 'Turn right now!'
     'Alright, alright, I heard you.' Harry swung the car around the corner while studying the road signs carefully, but was immediately faced with several lanes to choose from. 'Which one, which one do I take?'
     Tony scowled. 'She is supposed to be helping,' he offered hopefully, checking the sat/nav for any guidance.
     'Bear right after 100 yards.'
     'Not much of a warning, is it?' Harry was becoming a little flustered, as his friend was holding onto the door handle again.
     'Crumbs! There are several choices. Which one does she mean exactly? Let's just hope she knows where we are going. Look Harry- over there I think!' He pointed to a sign for the hotel.
     'Oh good! Now all I have to do is drive there, and cross two lanes of traffic.  Ahh!'
     'Take your time. Just signal and hope they will let you in,' Tony offered hopefully. 'Perhaps if someone notices your English plates, they'll take pity on you.' But all Harry did was scoff at the suggestion.
     Miss Madam further announced - 'Proceed for 50 yards and bear right.'
     'Are we going round in circles again? Sounds like it,' Harry wondered.
     'Better do what she says for now and keep your fingers crossed,' replied Tony.
     'I'm driving - you do it!'
     Then Miss Madam finally said - 'you have reached your destination!'
     'Where is the hotel then, eh?'
     Harry frowned and breathed out noisily. 'Perhaps if we can park the car, we could walk around until we find the hotel. Must be close by, surely.'
     Suddenly a park became available on the left side of a narrow street. It looked difficult as there was a car behind and a tree in front with bricks surrounding it. 'This will have to do,' he sighed. 'If you hop out Tony, then you can guide me in. It won't be easy.'
     His friend was only too happy to help. With hand signals widening and narrowing, Harry manoeuvred the black Mercedes a good way into the small available area. Tony shook his head. 'Sticking out too much and people can't pass.' So Harry suddenly jerked forward a little too much and ran over the bricks in front, almost hitting the tree, cursing.
     'This will just have to do. We won't be long and to hell with it.' He wasn't in the best of moods, but joined Tony and together they walked off to find their hotel.
     They soon found it not far from where they'd parked the car and felt relieved there was an underground car park next door. All they needed to do was turn right out of the narrow street and drive down to the garage on the left.
     'Easy when you know how,' sneered Tony. 'So much for the directions of Miss Madam!'
     Harry was still feeling a little jaded. 'I'm going to freshen up soon, then go for a walk around town for a while. Would you like to accompany me?' 
     Tony joined him later where they strolled up and down a few streets looking at various goods on sale, not far from the hotel, before they split up while Harry did some shopping on his own. 'See you at the hotel in an hour Tony,' was all he said before disappearing into another shop.'
     An hour had passed, then two hours. Tony was beginning to feel anxious. His heart was pounding in his chest, as he wondered how much longer he should wait before something was done. Perhaps Harry was lost and would join him any moment. He paced up and down his room, constantly looking at his watch, hoping to hear a tap on his hotel door any moment. After another half an hour passed before the phone rang. He snatched up the receiver in his haste of hearing any news. The voice from reception knew he and Harry had checked in together and said they had received a phone call from the hospital to say Mr Rainsworth had been taken ill and suffered a heart attack. He was being looked after in intensive care.
     'Oh no!' Tony felt immediate fear, his insides churning, panic-stricken at first before he could even reply. He needed to think clearly and quickly, act according to any premonitions. 'I'll be right down,' he answered. 

    

    
       

An exhibition and a murderer exposed - Chapter nine

The night before had been memorable, but one schnapps too many was causing certain after affects neither hoped to repeat. Thoughts of breakfast were mulled over momentarily, but a mutual agreement was made to try and ignore any seediness and indulge in breakfast anyway. Freshly squeezed juice helped clear the fuzziness, so they tried a delightfully crunchy Swiss muesli, topped with locally picked raspberries sprinkled into a raspberry coulis, topped with a large homemade dollop of vanilla yoghurt to finish -  a popular specialty of the hotel restaurant.
     During breakfast, it was decided to walk the distance along the main road of the town of Martigny to a local gallery museum. A unique exhibition of paintings by the French impressionist artist, Pierre-Auguste Renoir would be displayed for several more days.
     'Do you know much about him Harry?' Tony asked, finishing the last mouthful of muesli and reaching for his coffee.
     'No, not a lot,' sniffed Harry. His friend was far more interested in the arts than he was. Soon he hoped to complete the next chapter of his book about Richard III, feeling satisfied words were at last appearing on paper. His progress so far, was that things were falling into place, the sequence of important events being accurate, as far as could be expected from the enormous amount of research he'd done. Various royals were often married into chosen families of importance in order to gain land, power and prestige. What he loved most of all was learning about British and European history, dating back to pre Norman. The medieval period was of particular interest, containing an endless amount of tantalizing events, people and countries; including various castles, battle sites and intermarrying royals. He was determined to press on and continue as and when the opportunities presented themselves. Harry felt almost lured into writing the book, temptation overwhelming and he hoped it wasn't into a false sense of security. Richard III of England was an intriguing person to write about, although many books about his life and times were already published. But he needed to stamp his own interpretation - it stimulated his writing ability, as Richard left unsolved mysteries in his wake after the battle of Bosworth ended. He'd been a controversial king, coming to a gruesome end and as Harry considered the reasons, it could be considered because of Lord Thomas Stanley and his brother William. They were a treacherous lot and liable to support the winning side of a battle, betraying Richard in the end, at Bosworth. 
     His attention was brought back to the present time when Tony asked him another question.
     'You appear to be far away somewhere. I can tell by the look in your eyes. Would you care to see the exhibition?'
     'What exhibition?'
     Tony grimaced. 'The special Renoir exhibition that's on here in Martigny for another few days. A marvelous opportunity to view some of his work, don't you think?'
     Harry finished the last of his strong black coffee. 'Of course. I was in another century for a moment - the fifteenth to be precise. Yes...yes I'm happy to accompany you. Not too familiar with the impressionist artists, but there's one way to find out I guess.'
     Tony suddenly felt enthusiastic. 'Of course it is, but you could do your own thing if you prefer. I could toddle off there by myself  - I wouldn't mind.'
     'No, I'd like to go. It would definitely be worth seeing,' Harry replied, getting up from the breakfast table after dabbing his mouth on a serviette. 'How about we leave in an hour?'
     'Right then, see you in the foyer,' replied Tony, thinking he needed more coffee beforehand. 

      Later that morning they entered the large gallery rooms of the museum and both men strolled at their own leisure, gazing at the art on display. Tony was particularly intrigued with one of the smaller paintings and couldn't help returning to view it a second time, where a strict looking attendant appeared to guard it. He wouldn't have minded taking a photo with his smart phone in order to remember it, but one look at the guard and he thought better of it. It was of a lady strolling through a field of flowers, a white umbrella charmingly held over her right shoulder, perhaps to keep the sun from her soft pale pink complexion. He noticed a child at her side as if tempted to pick some of the flowers growing high, scattered before them. Tony was engrossed with the simple paint daubs and smears that made up the enchanting scene capturing his full attention. 'How could an artist evoke such an atmospheric scene with what at first looks like simple splotches of coloured paint? It was astonishing.' Several more beautifully framed paintings equally held his complete attention until he met up with Harry, who also appeared to be enjoying himself. 
     'What ho Harry!' he chuckled. 'See anything you like?'
     'Plenty! This man was a genius,' he beamed enthusiastically. 'I've quickly become a fan and to some of the other artist's works displayed here also. Love those of Monet.'
     Tony was delighted with his friend's perhaps first proper initiation into the world of impressionist art. Apart from Renoir, Claude Monet was another prolific painter, with some of his paintings on exhibition here as well.  
     'Pleased you came by the sound of it. Me too for that matter. What an opportunity this was! In the right place at the right time, eh?' 
     Harry didn't need to think for very long. 'Yes, we certainly were. Have you seen the painting of those two young children, legs outstretched while they read a book? It's delightful. How does an artist depict such young, fresh innocence in children - there faces as cherubs?'
     'I agree. It's a born talent I think Harry. There is a similar painting of two older girls playing a piano. An elegance of the era.' Tony was in his element and continued. 'I think Renoir must have spent much time in Paris, apart from elsewhere. He was excellent at capturing groups of people sitting at a table, their live-style on display as they discuss the topics of the period. He was an expert with nudes too I think. The ladies he painted were... shall we say...somewhat voluptuous.' His face contorted in a sort of grin as he cocked his head to one side. 'The skin tones are like peaches and cream - pale pink, feminine and natural-looking. All done with paint. Magical!'
     'Hmm...yes, I noticed,' Harry replied. 'Very pretty. The skin tones blending to perfection. Most women in those days wouldn't have roasted their skin like the young girls do today, stretched out on beaches, scantily clad.' He groaned slightly, shaking his head, then brightened up enthusiastically.  'A wonderful talent indeed, to be able to depict that sort of thing with just daubs and brush strokes. Stunning! I enjoyed all that,' he said cheerfully, 'glad we made the effort.'

     After concentrating on the art, both friends wandered to another main section of the museum - amazed and engrossed with all the items on display - stretching at least as far back as Roman times.
     Harry was studying some weapons. 'Hey Tony, come and look at these! Would you believe they had the designs, know-how, and materials at hand to create these that long ago?'
     His friend came to stand at his side, as they both bent down to absorb the refined details. 'Those Romans sure knew a thing or two, didn't they? And responsible for inventing many things that long ago.'
     Harry mused over this briefly. 'Under floor heating I think. Wonder why it took so long for it to evolve in England? I believe Cistercian monks in thirteenth century Europe revived this idea.'
     'How do you know that?' Tony asked, almost indignant, but pleased his friend knew something about it.
     Harry wasn't daunted in the slightest. 'Oh, I read about it ages ago. Very clever the Romans and the idea was later employed or changed to suit certain conditions, but then forgotten about for a very long time.
     'Pity it wasn't acted upon in England centuries ago,' retorted Tony, his face clouding with the memories of his childhood. 'There were many people who constantly suffered terribly with the cold each winter.'
     'How right you are. We never  even had a proper bathroom like they do now, with all those fancy taps and fittings. None of it. It seems astonishing central heating wasn't adapted years ago, but, c'est la vie! Would have made a lot of difference in those bitter icy winters.' 
     After further discussion, the morning had advanced and a nice lunch became uppermost in Tony's thoughts.
     'Don't know about you Harry, but I fancy finding a decent little restaurant where we can sit and watch the world go by.' Harry was in agreement and they strolled back towards the hotel, finding a suitable place to sit in the warm sunshine. The weather although changeable, remained warm in sheltered areas as the main street stretched long and wide, the city surrounded by rising vine-covered hills, farms and grazing, reaching higher to the foothills of the mountains.
     As they settled at a table, Harry had been thinking about the city of Martigny and how it was linked with Italy via the St Bernard Pass - one of the main routes across the Alps, once used by Caesar, Charlemagne, Hannibal and more recently by Napoleon. His thoughts were interrupted momentarily by Tony on an entirely unrelated subject. 
     'Did you know this city is well known for a pear brandy produced here?'
     'No... err...what was that you said?'
     'Weren't you listing just now? I asked if...'
     'Yes, yes...I was actually. Just elsewhere with my thoughts, that's all.'
     Tony remained patient. 'Where exactly?'
     'I was thinking about the St Bernard Pass,' replied Harry.
     'What on earth for, may I ask?'
     Harry remained in a state of momentary confusion - his thoughts amounting to many questions in his fuddled mind. He rubbed his temples with his fingers. 'Oh, I started wondering about something...'
     Tony frowned. 'Now what? By the way, do you want something to eat? We'd better order soon. I'm even more hungry now. Museums make me hungry, or perhaps it's the alpine air.' His gaze wandered to the mountains in the distance.
     'You're always hungry. I'll have what you're having,' Harry answered, still pondering with different ideas flooding through his mind. 'A beer too would do nicely - thanks. It will help me to think,' he mumbled.
     'About what?' Tony's eyes narrowed, beginning to wonder what was going through his friend 's mind in particular.
     'Do you see that newspaper over there?' Harry nodded in the direction where it was displayed for all to see - a short distance away from their table. 'Can you read what it says from here?' he asked, knowing Tony's eyes weren't as sharp as they used to be?'
     Tony peered over at the news stand, where the headlines were clear and concise. His eyes widened, eyebrows shooting up. He became quite animated. 'Hey Harry, that looks interesting!  Well I never. Could it be the same murder we almost discovered in Nice?'
     'I think it could be. Not a lot of murders would occur there, surely?'
     It set Tony's mind racing immediately.
     They ordered lunch from a young male waiter, who was eager to write it down, as the seats were filling up quickly. He smiled briefly, before scurrying back to the kitchen.
     Harry continued with his thoughts. 'That's what I've been wondering about soon after we settled here.'
     'What exactly?' Tony was becoming caught up in Harry's intrigue, thinking along the same lines as his friend. 'You don't think...'
     'I do and I have been - yes. I've hardly stopped thinking about that murder since we left Nice. What I saw has bothered me for a long time. The man's face fitted someone we both met and with whom we spent quite a while - a meal even!'
     Tony was now fully alert and drew his chair in closer to face his friend who was frowning, looking somewhat grim.  'Who for goodness sake?'
     Harry took a long slow breath before answering. 'Well...when we stayed at the house in Port Grimaud briefly...' He paused for several moments.
     'Go on, don't stop now!' Tony was anxious to hear what was coming next, sharpening his gaze, fixing it on the person sitting opposite on the other side of the table.
     'Well...do you remember Vanessa's father, Luca?' he asked.
     'No! You don't mean him, surely?' Tony's eyes grew larger. 'I can hardly believe...'
     Harry wasn't daunted by his own accusation. 'Yes, I do and when I saw that man's face briefly from the car as he turned before disappearing up a laneway that day, I've been troubled ever since. I wasn't sure it was him at the time - couldn't quite remember where I'd seen that face. But now... see? There's a photo of him on the front page. Looks as though they have apprehended him and he's been charged with murder.'
     Tony was astonished. At first words escaped him, but then after considering the situation said, 'Murder! Good lord! But what do you think his motive would have been?'
     Harry rose then and wandered over to the news stand. He returned slowly, engrossed with what was written on the front page. 'It appears the motive was jealousy, at least I think so.' He read on.
     'Jealousy? That makes no sense. Anything else?' Tony looked puzzled. The waiter chose that moment to deliver their meal. 'Merci,' Tony said, as the young man put the beers to one side. 'What else does it say Harry?'
     Harry read further down the front page, muttering. "l'homme a ete pris pour...'
     'Taken to where?' Tony was impatient to hear more. 'Where have they taken him?'
     'Good grief! You'll never guess?'  Harry looked up from the newspaper.
     His friend was fit to burst with curiosity. He couldn't wait a moment longer and almost snatched the newspaper from Harry's hands. He read the French, skipping over a few words he wasn't sure about, but he certainly got the gist of the article, then announced looking up at Harry. 'Luca was brought here, to Martigny! Can you imagine that? It says he was found soon after crossing the St.Bernard Pass from Italy. He must have almost taken the same route as us. The police from several countries have been looking for him. Evidently he committed a minor offense years ago, it says, and they found finger prints at the scene in Nice and were a  perfect match. Well well!'
     His chum reflected for a moment, eyebrows knitting together as he thought. 'But why was the motive jealousy I wonder?' Harry remained a little puzzled.
     Tony read on further. 'It appears after being questioned for two hours, Luca eventually told the police everything, that his daughter Vanessa had been having an affair and disloyal to her husband George. So he killed her lover. I'd have been tempted to...'
     Harry stopped him in time. 'Don't say it. You wouldn't have been tempted and you know it. You couldn't even squash a fly, let alone...'
     Tony ploughed on. 'He did it to try and save their marriage it says here. That's a thin excuse, I must say. The Swiss police noticed his car he was still driving - parked near the same café we called at, not long after the tunnel from Italy. You know, the one where the lady...'
     'Yes, I remember the one. We enjoyed a pleasant lunch by a large waterfall some time later after sampling some delicious cheese, What else does it say?'
     'Hmmm...sa fille...bla bla bla...'
     'What about his daughter?' Harry took a long draught of his cold beer and sat back to ponder what had come to light at last. 
     'It doesn't say a lot more. It just mentions that his daughter won't be charged as an accessory to the murder,' Tony replied, still reading over the front page of the newspaper. He looked up suddenly. 'Do you realize Christine, who we shared the house with briefly and with whom we went to Monroe's pub, is the ex wife of another good friend of mine?' Tony continued, looking grim. 'Well Vanessa was her step daughter if you remember, and George her husband. Luca was Vanessa's father.' 
     Harry grimaced for several moments, not sure what to say next, then added, 'Yes, I remember all of them. Luca was at the pub too when we had those pizzas. That's why Luca's face drifted in and out of my mind after we left Nice. I only caught a brief glimpse of him at the time, and why it has taken so long for it to register. Probably just as well, because we could have been detained there a lot longer by the police.'
     'But what a dreadful thing to do under the circumstances. He must have had a few other problems up above.' Tony pointed briefly to his head, his expression taught.
     'Perhaps you're right. Sounds as thought he might have been...' Harry cleared his throat, 'you know, a little touched up there. I wonder what Vanessa is thinking now, she being the cause of it? But you don't go around murdering people because of an affair! I wonder if Luca had been planning this at the time we were eating at Monroe's pub?'
     'Who knows. It's over now and thank goodness it is. If you had remembered him at the time when you saw Luca for that brief moment in Nice, you might have had to go to court when his case came up.'
     Harry smiled grimly and pulled one of his faces. 'A lucky escape I guess.' He gave a large sigh of relief. 'Fancy another beer Tony?'
     'Yeah, why not! A small celebration, huh?' He was also hoping they could put this business well and truly behind them. They still had a long journey ahead of them.
    
 The sun's rays drifted across the table and through the restaurant, as shadows were creeping stealthily over the hills and valleys nearby, nestling into sloping shingled rooftops and large leafy trees lining the roadside, their foliage remained vivid green mainly, with only a hint of changing seasons. Autumn hadn't arrived as yet.
     The next morning they had arisen feeling refreshed, wanting to be on the road immediately after breakfast - looking forward to seeing more of Switzerland. Their next planned stay, being Lausanne, today's drive would be relatively straight forward for Harry.
     They cheerfully packed the car again, setting off in a northerly direction, soon to skirt Lake Leman, or as some called it, Lake Geneva.
     Several clouds speckled the sky as mists were burning off the valleys, swirling ghost-like in early autumn light. Beside the road, moisture threaded its way through the undergrowth and tall grass, where it rose in soft wisps drifting low over streams and meadows. A few trees moved silently in a gentle breeze as they stood like sentinels dotted over hills and around farms. The houses were typically Swiss and in a few of the fields they passed, herds of cows were peacefully grazing, bells tied around their necks on strong leather straps, clanging as they strolled looking for the sweetest grass to eat. Most of the best grazing was already eaten, as autumn was not far off. They would be brought in to winter over in sheds until the following spring.
     'You're quiet this morning my friend.' Tony noticed Harry looking pensive and tried to cheer him up. 'Just think of what we might find today, eh?'
     'Like what may I ask?' He sounded almost gloomy.
     'Oh! a castle or two. We could explore that one at Chillon. It's right on the lake. I thought you'd like that. What do you say?'
     'That sounds nice,' replied Harry, with a smile. 'I was just wondering if I should programme Miss Madam for today, that's all. We need to find that hotel you mentioned and we don't have a map of Lausanne.'
     'Apart from the fact she's been difficult at times, it wouldn't be a bad idea,' Tony agreed. 'We don't want to go round in circles again, like we did in Avignon. What a fiasco that was!'
     Harry soon found a place to pull over where he used the same process as before to enter the hotel name and address.
     'There - done!', he announced, looking pleased with himself. 'Let's hope no mess ups today. It should be a simple matter of driving anti-clockwise around the lake to find Lausanne. But first, Chillon castle.'
     'Why there in particular?' enquired Tony.
     'Because it goes back a long time in history, being the 12th century when it was in the Savoy era. The castle is a listed medieval building hundreds of years old. In it's lifetime over many centuries it has seen different construction and alterations. It was built on a small rocky island jutting out into the lake, attached to the mainland by a man-made bridge, acting both as natural protection and a strategic location to control movement between both the north and south of Europe and trade passing through the Alps. Then came the Bernese era from 1536, followed by the Vaudois era from 1798 until today.'
     Tony was more than a little impressed with what Harry had just related. 'Good lord! You do appear to know an awful lot about that place, don't you old friend?'
     Harry grinned. 'Oh, a little I guess. Another medieval place I've come across while reading,' he said, driving on a pleasant stretch of road. 'These places and the people who lived there can be fascinating. They travelled an awful lot too - all on horseback. Imagine that! Think of how many miles we cover in a day in the car and all they had were horses. They managed to venture out a lot too, often covering many miles in a year.' 
     'The winter would have put a halt on things,' Tony considered. 'Specially in these mountainous areas,' he added, gazing into the distance.
     'It prevented battles too. No one in their right mind could conduct a battle in freezing, icy conditions. They needed to wait until spring or at least better weather.'
     Miss Madam, their sat/nav guided them towards the start of Lake Leman and soon they were thinking of stopping for a coffee. Harry spotted a car park across the road from a restaurant built out over the lake. 'This looks hopeful,' he said, bringing the black Mercedes to a halt.  
    
    
    
    
    
 

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