He came to a tangle of old blowdowns, mostly broken instead of uprooted,as if a whirlwind had touched down there. Not now, not later. In an army prison. So he satisfied himself with looking, and enjoying the gentlewinter breeze on his nearly naked body.
Sitting behind his desk, he looked tiredly at his in-basket. An alarm whooped needlessly, and he imagined soldierspouring from the village houses, each of them a barracks of armed men. The gate guards, seeing their shoulderinsignia, saluted, opened the gate, and let them pass. She seldom felt much like cooking after a day's workanymore.
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