The polished doors of the French Embassy shut with a soft, final click.
Moments earlier, the grand hall had been filled with laughter, toasts, and diplomatic theatre.
The Prince Regent of Yugoslavia and a cadre of high-ranking generals and ministers had paid their visit.
They arrived with condolences and reassurances, the appearance of friendship wrapped in wine and well-rehearsed pleasantries.
Ambassador Dufort and Moreau received them with proper decorum.
It was a dance they had both learned well.
"Your Excellency," the Prince Regent had said, clasping Dufort's hand firmly, "we deeply regret the recent violence. The attack on your convoy was shameful, and I assure you, we will find those responsible."
"We are grateful for your concern, Your Highness," Dufort replied, bowing slightly. "And the Republic of France hopes this tragedy will not stain the alliance between our nations."
