We found our wagons, transferred our wounded, then hurried down the road.
We found the cross-roads and there, waiting for us, Semyonov and Marie Ivanovna.

Standing in the moonlight, commanding, as it seemed to me, all of us, even Semyonov, she was a very different figure from the frightened girl of the early morning.

Now her life was in her eyes, her body inflamed with the fire of the things that had come to her.

So young in experience was she, so ignorant of all earlier adventure, that she could well be seized, utterly and completely, by her new vision ...

possessed by some vision she was.
And that vision was not Trenchard.