I know this chapter is very short, but it's intended to act as a bridge to a much longer chapter (also it's A level results day so I'm feeling a bit lazy :P)
When Landa returned to her cell a few hours later, at first Clotilde felt a sense of elation in seeing him bringing clothes. As he held up the dress however, she swallowed deeply; it was one of her own from home, but it was dirty and had been torn.
"You're an innocent little girl," he had said, "those evil Nazis have raped and beaten you."
Something about the sarcasm in his voice unsettled her; there was nothing in the statement that wasn't entirely, completely true. And yet he acted as if it were nothing more than a cover story. She was their victim; but Landa himself had thought about his words carefully. He wanted to bring her under his control, not to betray him and switch sides; he wanted to make her believe this was her fault, and this "mission" was the only way she could redeem herself.
"Now, we have a general idea where they are in operation." He had begun, before proceeding to give her a long description of what was required.
"I want to know their plans. Every detail you can get."
Clotilde's eyes glazed over as he continued, and he turned and stamped his foot against the grey, stone floor, telling her to pay attention and cursing (she presumed) in German.
"Let me explain to you clearly." He said sharply, "If you are uncovered, everything is nothing. What happened in O— is nothing, nothing compared to what will happen if you are discovered."
Clotilde frowned and nodded to show she understood the implications of his words.
He turned his back to her and started pacing back and forth. "We are having an event in Paris. A film screening. Very dangerous. I fear they may be planning an attack."
"As I said, find out everything you can. When you get to Paris, find a way to depart from the group and find the nearest German outpost. Give this letter to them."
He immediately produced a two page document from his pocket, the first page written in German, the second in code, and handed it to her.
"There should now be a concealed pocket on the lining of that dress." He added, reaching into to his pocket and retrieved two small, brass capsules, and handed them to her.
"In the eventuality that you are caught, you can use this cyanide capsule. Put it between your teeth and bite. It will kill you in a number of seconds."
"Why two?" Clotilde asked, feeling herself begin to shake, although she feared she already knew the answer.
"The other is for Marie."