The wind had begun whimpering, and every now and then would whistle and rise into a scream.

A few drops of heavy rain fell.

Then would come a lull, while we could feel the air grow colder.

Our Flanders experience was likely to stand us in good stead.
Tugendheim and the Syrians were left in charge of our belongings.
There was nothing else to do with them because the Syrians were in more deathly fear of the storm than they ever had been of Turks.
Nevertheless, we did not find them despicable.

Unmilitary people though they were, they had inarched and endured and labored like good men, but certain things they seemed to accept as being more than men could overcome, and this sort of storm apparently was one of them.