"Certainly not." The Major looked fixedly at the Colonel.
"But think what I have dreamt; it is much more serious."
"Not really."
"Yes, indeed."
The Major related his dream.
"We are becoming superstitious," said the Colonel. "Come what will, we must make up our minds. I will send this Turk to the General as quickly as possible. May God look after him! The General must decide his fate. If we keep him here, we shall end by going mad."
"In that case I have a favour to ask of you."
"What is it?"
"I wish to go myself to the General."
"You?"