The madness of despair came back to him, and he flung himself among the ashes.
'We are going to die together, Crawfurd,' he said.

'God has twined our threads, and there will be only one cutting.

Tell me what has become of my army.' 'Arcoll has guns on the Wolkberg,' I said.

'They must submit or perish.' 'I have other armies ...

No, no, they are nothing.