"What is that? what is that?" asked Louise.
"The old donkey ... his own fault," translated Mireille.
"And now what?" The captain was bending down and looking at his boots.
Chérie interpreted. "He says he will be glad to get the mud and blood off his feet...."
"Mud and blood?" echoed Louise in a horrified whisper. "Surely not."
Mireille nodded. "Koth und Blut—that is what he said."
A wave of sickness came over Louise; she felt the ground heave under her.
Now Von Wedel was helping the captain to take off his tunic, drawing the left sleeve down with great precaution.
"He says he is wounded," whispered Mireille.
"But he says it is nothing; that his arm is only grazed," supplemented Chérie.