. . .
Then Giorgio and the others came clattering to overtake them.
Giorgio was too full to wait for questions. He talked eagerly to
Benham's silence.
It must have happened yesterday, he explained. They were
Bulgarians--traitors. They had been converted to the Patriarchists
by the Greeks--by a Greek band, that is to say. They had betrayed
one of their own people. Now a Bulgarian band had descended upon
them. Bulgarian bands it seemed were always particularly rough on
Bulgarian-speaking Patriarchists. . . .
9
That night they slept in a dirty little room in a peasant's house in
Resnia, and in the middle of the night Amanda woke up with a start
and heard Benham talking. He seemed to be sitting up as he talked.
But he was not talking to her and his voice sounded strange.
"Flies," he said, "in the sunlight!"
He was silent for a time and then he repeated the same words.
Then suddenly he began to declaim. "Oh! Brutes together. Apes.
Apes with knives. Have they no lord, no master, to save them from
such things? This is the life of men when no man rules.
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