a little something.”
“Yes, sir,” Rollant said. “Awfully good to see you again, sir. From what they were saying about your wound . . .” His voice trailed off.
Cephas’ hand went to the right side of his ribcage. “I’ve still got bandages under my tunic,” he said. “But I can walk, and I think I’ll be able to fight before too long.” He sounded as if he was trying to convince himself. “I was lucky. The wound didn’t fester at all. And they threw me off my cot because so many soldiers hurt worse than I am started coming in.”
“How’s Lieutenant Benj?” Smitty asked. Benj had been wounded in the same skirmish as Captain Cephas.
Cephas’ face clouded. “He didn’t seem so bad when we first got hurt, but the fever took him.”