In Britain, the units of length were feet and inches.
In France, the unit of length was the meter.
"How much farther?" Georgiana asked impatiently, her eyes covered.
"Fifty meters straight ahead," her French lover said excitedly.
"What exactly are you making me look at?"
"Patience! Save the surprise for the end."
She felt a little uneasy without being able to see, though she could still glimpse some scenery through the gaps between his fingers. It seemed they had reached the edge of a pond.
She could hear another person breathing behind her. General Bonaparte was not entirely lacking in athletic ability; he simply was not as tall and strong as other career soldiers. His footing was still nimble, and he did not stumble over Georgiana's skirts.
An "old woman" of her age was playing a game meant for young people with a young man. She felt guilty, yet exhilarated, because no one had ever played this game with her before.
When she had been a student, she had always kept to herself. Her name only appeared when exam results were announced, and after graduation, she had remained at the school. What student would have dared cover a teacher's eyes?
The only person her age, Severus, was a laboratory eccentric. He would rather spend his time studying Dark magic and potions than come outside and get some sunlight.
Sirius and James had never played such pranks on her either. How strange.
After another dozen or so meters, Bonaparte removed his hands. Her eyes adjusted, and she saw several white objects floating in the pond, looking like foam.
Once her vision cleared again, she recognized them as several snow-white swans.
"A gift from the King of Britain. Do you like them?" Leon said with a smug smile.
She froze as though