The ironclad General Yanosh was gone, the tough man with a voice like a tolling bell and who walked with his head held high was gone, and on the military cot lay only a frail old man, his breath weak as the thinnest of threads.
Seeing the scene before him, Brigadier General Sekler was so shocked that he lost his speech.
Major General Alpad, upon hearing the news, rushed into the tent following in Sekler's footsteps, but the truth could no longer be concealed.
"What's happened?" Sekler's lips trembled.
"It started with typhoid," Alpad walked to the bedside, neatly tucked in the sheets for the old man, and whispered, "Then it was a stroke."
Sekler charged at Alpad, clutching the other's collar fiercely, his rage causing him to lose all reason, "How dare you! Isolating us from the inside out! You... you dared to hide it and not report! You! What exactly are you trying to do?"