But this third impression troubled him more than the other two and stirred thoughts he tried to dispel.

Returning to the barracks he learned that he and his friends would be free on the morrow; and long into the night he rejoiced in the knowledge.

Free! The grinding, incomprehensible Juggernaut and himself were at the parting of the ways.

Before he went to sleep he remembered a forgotten prayer his mother had taught him.
His ordeal was over.

What had happened did not matter.