"What do you make it?"
"We have no troops over there. They're shooting each other."
"Shooting their midnight dreams."
"Midnight! It's past three."
"How should I know? I was king of the Pleiades five minutes ago."
"Time for trouble to begin?"
"It won't be light for an hour."
"No. Turn in, gentlemen."
Shadows sat upright in the grass and muttered to each other.