Arthur nodded. “It’s been occurring to me for days, Sarge. We haven’t a hope in hell.”
“No. The best we can hope for is that they will starve us to death.”
“They’re beginning to do that already.”
“I have no wish to be a martyr of the revolution.”
“Neither have I. We’ve done our jobs, Sarge, as well as we knew how and a bit over. And we’ve kept faith. That’s more than those bastards at the top can say.”
“ ‘Put not your trust in princes.’ I have remembered that, you see. I think the time has come to seek our independence.”
“When do we go?”
“Tomorrow night would not be too soon.”
“When they find out us two have gone, you won’t see the rest of them for dust. I wonder how many’ll get through.”
“The ones who always get through, the comitadji types. They will hide away in their hills as they have done before. They will be there when we want them.”