Marie Ursule walks with a limp, her leg drags, and still, she covers considerable distances at night in order to gather curare to fulfill the destruction of the slaveowners, in order to send her daughter Bola, her one vanity, into a space that is something like freedom. In their act of mass suicide, Marie Ursule holds her comrades, the women and men who together make up the Convoi Sans Peur, comforts them, steels them, in their last ragged breaths.
