Can you find water ?" "Yes," eager now for action.

She was gone not to exceed a minute, returning with a pail and cloth, and dropping again on her knees, began bathing my face.
"It is a charnel house, with dead lying everywhere.

I had to step across their bodies to get to the kitchen, and stopped to give one poor wounded lad a drink.

Oh, I never can blot this scene out; it will haunt me in my dreams." Tears were in her eyes, and stealing down her cheeks, but there was no faltering.

Softly she bathed the wound on my head, and bound it up.