"Those are the first words you have spoken for two days."
"For two days?" I repeated, greatly astonished. I was unable to believe so much time had passed since the battle of Vannes. I sought to recall my wandering memory. "Is it possible? What, I have been here two days?"
"Yes, and you have been unconscious, in a delirium. The physician who dressed your wounds made you take several potions."
"Now I recall it confusedly. And also—a ride in a chariot?"
"Yes, to come here from the battle-ground. I was with you in the chariot, whither they carried you wounded and dying."
"And here we are—?"
"At Vannes."
"Our army?"
"Destroyed."
"Our fleet?"