"Quit rubbing your eyes, endure it a bit." Winters was also shedding tears non-stop as he handed the military flag over to Heinrich and sheathed his sword, "Retreat!"
Quickly determining their direction, Winters led everyone to withdraw from Hurd's camp.
But before long, once the strength of the fire had lessened slightly, he led his men back into the camp again.
They couldn't help but return, famished beyond words. In the commotion of fighting the enemy and setting fires, they hadn't seen a bit of the meat, mare's milk, or roasted lamb that the Centurion had promised.
Winters commanded his men to put out the fire, regretting a bit in his heart.
In his exhilaration during battle, he had wished he could set Hurd's camp ablaze three times over, forgetting all else, including the procurement of food and drink.
The Paratu People had no choice but to search through the ashes for food and spoils of war.