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He walked slowly over grass thick with larkspur and forget-me-nots that grew in a riot of shot and shell that lay there still, even pushing their way through skulls and partial skeletons scattered in that evocative place.....

Cholera!

"Gladness! At going to war?...but what is to become of me?" she cried. He laughed exultantly. "You, my dearest, will come with me, naturally." "Come with you?...to war?" her voice had grown thin. "Whatever are you saying?" "You are now a military wife, Lydia. War is part of a soldier's life."

And that was the Political Officer's way of asking Rowan if he was prepared to undertake a dangerous solo journey on a broken-down mule miles from the help of his countrymen, playing the part of a simple pedlar and knowing discovery of his true identity would mean hideous torture and death.