“Very well, D’Arlan. At this moment you are in command in Dini Salam. I will leave the plan making to you. I am in no position right now to make decisions or to do anything. I am tired to death.”
“I understand that very well, mon colonel. Please try to rest now. I will do what is necessary and hope to have some good news for you in two hours’ time. Maybe, I would have thought of something by then.”
With those words, D’Arlan exits the door, and he hands his revolver to the orderly.
“Cervo,” he tells the Spaniard. “From this moment on, you will be the guard in front of the colonel’s office. Do not allow anybody to enter, under no circumstances. He is resting now.”
Cervo, a very loyal soldier, plants himself in front of the door, with his legs apart, a revolver in his hand. D’Arlan leads
