Set the wounded in the middle.

Keep that Empress living for the present, but when all is done, kill her.

We'll be her escort to the gates of hell, for there she's bound if ever woman was." Then, without murmur or complaint, almost in silence, indeed, they formed Odin's Ring, that triple circle of the Northmen doomed to die; the terrible circle that on many a battlefield has been hidden at last beneath the heap of fallen foes.
The regiments moved up; there were three of them of full strength.

Irene stared about her, seeking some loophole of escape, and finding none.
Heliodore and I talked together in low tones, making our tryst beyond the grave.

The regiments halted within fifty paces of us.