The town is quiet, you say?
The troops have ceased murmuring, eh?
A lull that comes before the storm.

And when it breaks--and break it will!--gay times for you and me.

There will be sacking.

I have the list of those who lean toward the Osians.

There will be loot, old war dog!" Stuler smiled indulgently; Johann was beginning to feel the wine.
Perhaps he was to learn something.