"I did not even know——"
And then she saw the blood at his shoulder.
"You're hurt?"
"Only a scratch. It's nothing."
But weak as she was she tore away the sleeve of his shirt, and made him bathe and bind it with linen from her skirt.
"Will the Russians come here, you think?" she asked.
He smiled.
"If they don't come to us," he said soberly, "we will go to them."
She smiled.
"'And your people shall be my people ... '" she murmured softly.