Chapter 1
The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring
fogs discovered an army stretched out on the hills, resting.
As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened,
and began to tremble with avidity at the noise of rumors.
It cast its eyes upon the roads, which were growing from long
troughs of liquid mud to proper thoroughfares. A river,
amber-tinted in the shadow of its banks, purled at the army's
feet; and at night, once the stream had become of a sorrowful
blackness, one could see across it the red, eyed gleam of
hostile camp-fires set in the low brows of distant hills.
Once a certain tall soldier developed virtues and went resolutely
to wash a shirt. He came flying back from a brook waving his
garment bannerlike. H