"Come, we must find him ... take me to the place where you left him--come quickly----" It was some distance. We walked at first in silence. It seemed as if I could not live if I did not find out what she would have done this morning in my place. Presently she said: "I thought he would fail when it came to ordering a charge. He was very brave, they say." I loved the students who told her that, but I had known too much torture to keep the perfect silence. "... It was hard for him.... He isn't a killer--he saw only the white-haired boys----" "My beloved----" she whispered. "I told him that it was the same in Petrograd as here--that the dream held here--that you would have told him to be strong at the death part----" She was not listening. She did not answer. * * * * * "It was just here. He was wounded a trifle. I left him to stop the troops. They were breaking a bit," I explained. I had passed the place a dozen times. I remembered by the big _Sanguinary_--hot when I had let go of Varsieff's arm. The dead had been covered. The big gun was a wreck now--even the caisson with a broken wheel. Then I realised it had been moved. There was a queer mound under the wreckage. I reached down; my hand felt warmth in the mud. The woman was with me.... I think we moved that mammoth caisson together.... There was no white on him--a coating of mud but warm. We lifted him and the woman's breast covered him from my eyes.... I heard him say her name. I heard him speak of the tropical island they would go to together.... I stood apart--I who had stood at his side so long.... There were seconds when I heard her low passionate whispers--when I watched the arch of her shoulder, the beauty of her bended brow.... I did not see his face again. She held it fast to her and talked somehow out of the world. Then I saw her raise her eyes as she had done that night in the tent. For the first time I realised that he had only kept alive for her coming.... But still I felt he must know the whole story. I did not go closer, but called in half a whisper: "Tell him how the boys came together--arms out and laughing like brothers. Don't let him go without knowing that--tell him how they threw their guns away and then sat down on the ground together--singing of home and the rivers and the ploughed lands and the women waiting for us----" "I told him--I told him!" she answered. "You may come to him ... but he--he only waited to see me.... Ah, Lange, you had him so much----"