 Our forces melting away as Cousin Robert said they would. What in heaven's name shall we do? Shall we go on? Inspect more garrisons? No, no, not tonight, sir. You're worn out. You need rest. Yes, yes. Worn out. Finished. The end of endurance. All right. Let's sleep, then. Here, by this graveyard. It's dark and quiet. Rest here, sir. Underneath this tree. Very well. You sleep first, and I'll stand guard.