There was more to do.
"Come on." The forsaken lover was first man up the bank.

"See!" he cried, pointing to a new flare in the distance.

The whole region was now aglow like a furnace, and filled with smoke, with prolonged yells, and a continuity of explosions that ripped the night air like tearing silk.
"Her house is burning now." "You left in time." Wutzler shuffled before him, with the trot of a lean and exhausted laborer.

"I was with the men you fought, when you ran.

I followed to the house, and then here, to the river.