In every doorway, in every shadow, there were eyes watching us.

The whole town was overweighted, overwhelmed by the brooding Forest.

From where we stood I could see it rising on every side of us like a trembling, threatening green wave; in the furious heat of the sun the white ruins seemed to jump and leap.
"Well," I said to Trenchard, "what's to be done ?" He pulled himself back from his thoughts.
He had been sitting in the cart, quite motionless, his face white and hidden, as though he slept.

He raised his tired, heavy eyes to my face.
"Do ?" he said.
"Yes," I answered impatiently.

"Didn't you hear what Nikolai said?
There are no soldiers here.