I hardly bothered to think where my sympathies lay.

First and foremost it was a contest between the four of us and a crazy woman, and this personal antagonism made the strife of armies only a dimly-felt background.
We slept that night like logs on the floor of a dirty khan, and started next morning in a powder of snow.

We were getting very high up now, and it was perishing cold.

The Companion--his name sounded like Hussin--had travelled the road before and told me what the places were, but they conveyed nothing to me.

All morning we wriggled through a big lot of troops, a brigade at least, who swung along at a great pace with a fine free stride that I don't think I have ever seen bettered.