The woman looked at the prostrate figure, the strong, straight limbs, the strong back bound in subjection, the wide–eyed face that reminded her of a calf tied in a sack in a cart, only its head stretched dumbly backwards. And she triumphed.
The bound–up body began to struggle again. She watched fascinated the muscles working, the shoulders, the hips, the large, clean thighs. Even now he might break the ropes. She was afraid. But the lively young soldier sat on the shoulders of the bound man, and after a few perilous moments, there was stillness again.
'Now,' said the judicious sergeant to the bound man, 'if we untie you, will you promise to go off and make no more trouble.'
'You'll not untie him in here,' cried the woman. 'I wouldn't trust him as far as I could blow him.'
There was sil
