Chapter 11BLOOD IN DOETRA
Everything was still vague, because it had barely become light. The men crowded in front of the small lattice windows, peering out over the big square. Juin stood trembling, unable to stop his stomach from churning. The men peered over each other’s shoulders, almost squeezing each other through the windows.
The only one who was not there was Teuns Stegmann. He sat in a bundle in the corner where he always sat since the men had cast him out.
And then they saw it. They saw the few Legionnaires walk from somewhere across the square with guards on either side of them. There’s D’Arlan, there’s Petacci, there’s Jack Ritchie and the others.
“There they go to the hill of the eagles,” Fritz Mundt whispered bitterly and then turned around and pushed between the men. He
