Stage Ten, and Arthur is a new man. Although as a rule he doesn't like girls, he has become very fond of Belle-et-Bonne. Thanks to her, Arthur thinks he now understands the nature of luck. Proper luck is random. That's what she had said. How wise she was, and what a delightful picnic she had made.
He feels differently towards Ouvert as well. He'd promised to take Ouvert to La Rochelle. Where was La Rochelle anyway? Never mind, a promise was a promise. He ought to recover Ouvert.
He rides up behind Bradley Wiggins, something not easy to do.
Arthur Rimbaud: Bradley! Bradley Wiggins!
Bradley Wiggins: Yes?
Arthur Rimbaud: Thanks for picking up my lucky stone the other day.
Bradley Wiggins: Don't mention it. He brought me good luck.
Arthur Rimbaud: Can I have him back?
Bradley Wiggins: No way!
Bradley Wiggins steams ahead, leaving Arthur behind.
Up rides Thomas Voeckler.
Thomas Voeckler: Pufff...huh....pufff...huh...
Arthur Rimbaud: Running out of puff?
Thomas Voeckler: Cheeky little twerp. I've got a sore knee. Get out of my way.
Arthur Rimbaud: A sore knee? I have a sore knee. I may lose it one day.
Thomas Voeckler: Who are you?
Arthur Rimbaud: Arthur Rimbaud, Team Philosophe. You've probably heard of me.
Thomas Voeckler: Yes! You had that lucky stone. The one Bradley Wiggins has got.
Arthur Rimbaud: And I want it back, but not for the reason you think.
Thomas Voeckler: Tell.
Arthur: I promised to take it to La Rochelle. As for the luck thing, proper luck is random.
Thomas Voeckler: Hey! You're right! So it is. Well, I'm off .....puff..... huh......pufff
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And having learned this, Thomas Voeckler goes on to win both the stage and the polkadot jersey.
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