There was a long pause. The silent presence of the royal dead chastened the joy of their reunion.
"Olga," said Fenton finally, "duty calls me. In two hours my regiment leaves for the front. I must say good-bye."
"No, not good-bye," she answered, raising her arm. "I too going to serve my country. See—I go to the front with you!"
At last Fenton understood the change in her appearance that had puzzled him. She was dressed in a plain black uniform, and on her arm was the Red Cross.
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