here I am …’ ‘I never believed you would return.’ ‘Oh well, lieutenant, you know how it is. Even a coward has a sense of duty.’ The cool fresh wind which sometimes blows across before a storm breaks touched his skin. He said with badly-affected ease, ‘Are you going to shoot me now?’ The lieutenant said again sharply, ‘I am not a barbarian. You will be tried … properly.’ ‘What for?’ ‘For treason.’
