"Are you sure?"
"Quite."
"And Ian?"
"A flesh wound. He'll be well in a week; but you----"
"And that Prussian?"
"Dead."
"She killed him?"
"No. The Russians came up just in time. Cavalry. Caught them with their booty at the top of the cellar steps. Ian killed two. They fought like devils, but were entrapped. Two others got killed, then the officer. When the rest saw him down, they surrendered. We've one wounded prisoner here. He says Szmul offered to bring them here if they would spare him and some money he had buried."
"And Szmul?"
She laughed bitterly.