First Officer: Does she live?
Second Officer: Yes. She is coming to herself.
The Commander: Both live.
First Officer: What did you say?
The Commander: A glimmer of life like the fire in a dying coal. The four limbs are dead; but still the heart stirs beneath the touch of the fingers.
And see!
Second Officer: Yes; his lips are moving.
First Officer: Speak to him. Perhaps he will hear. And if he hears he may contrive to speak.
The Commander: O King! I am the head of the second army.
Have you anything to say to me?