“Have there been many casualties on our side?” Theola asked.
“Practically none!” the Major answered. “A few men are wounded and those who were killed exposed themselves unnecessarily.”
He gave a deep sigh.
“Only the General could have been clever enough, not only to plan how we could defeat the enemy, but also to make our men hold their fire until the very last minute.”
He gave a laugh.
“It was not easy. Those who were not trained soldiers were longing to shoot on sight. It was only because they were afraid to disobey the General that we were able to keep them under control.”
Theola had put on her hat while she was waiting, and now she brushed the sand from her skirt and held out her gloved hand to Major Petlos so that he could help her down the mountainside.
“You are amazing!” he s
