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"
We
’
ll
find
a
place
to
lie
up
as
near
to
Udine
as
we
can
get
and
then
go
through
when
it
’
s
dark
.
"
"
Let
’
s
go
then
,
"
Bonello
said
.
We
went
down
the
north
side
of
the
embankment
.
I
looked
back
.
Aymo
lay
in
the
mud
with
the
angle
of
the
embankment
.
He
was
quite
small
and
his
arms
were
by
his
side
,
his
puttee
-
wrapped
legs
and
muddy
boots
together
,
his
cap
over
his
face
.
He
looked
very
dead
.
It
was
raining
.
I
had
liked
him
as
well
as
any
one
I
ever
knew
.
I
had
his
papers
in
my
pocket
and
would
write
to
his
family
.
Ahead
across
the
fields
was
a
farmhouse
.
There
were
trees
around
it
and
the
farm
buildings
were
built
against
the
house
.
There
was
a
balcony
along
the
second
floor
held
up
by
columns
.
"
We
better
keep
a
little
way
apart
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
ll
go
ahead
.
"
I
started
toward
the
farmhouse
.
There
was
a
path
across
the
field
.
Crossing
the
field
,
I
did
not
know
but
that
some
one
would
fire
on
us
from
the
trees
near
the
farmhouse
or
from
the
farmhouse
itself
.
I
walked
toward
it
,
seeing
it
very
clearly
.
The
balcony
of
the
second
floor
merged
into
the
barn
and
there
was
hay
coming
out
between
the
columns
.
The
courtyard
was
of
stone
blocks
and
all
the
trees
were
dripping
with
the
rain
.
There
was
a
big
empty
two
-
wheeled
cart
,
the
shafts
tipped
high
up
in
the
rain
.
I
came
to
the
courtyard
,
crossed
it
,
and
stood
under
the
shelter
of
the
balcony
.
The
door
of
the
house
was
open
and
I
went
in
.
Bonello
and
Piani
came
in
after
me
.
It
was
dark
inside
.
I
went
back
to
the
kitchen
.
There
were
ashes
of
a
fire
on
the
big
open
hearth
.
The
pots
hung
over
the
ashes
,
but
they
were
empty
.
I
looked
around
but
I
could
not
find
anything
to
eat
.
"
We
ought
to
lie
up
in
the
barn
,
"
I
said
.
"
Do
you
think
you
could
find
anything
to
eat
,
Piani
,
and
bring
it
up
there
?
"
"
I
’
ll
look
,
"
Piani
said
.
"
I
’
ll
look
too
,
"
Bonello
said
.
"
All
right
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
ll
go
up
and
look
at
the
barn
.
"
I
found
a
stone
stairway
that
went
up
from
the
stable
underneath
.
The
stable
smelt
dry
and
pleasant
in
the
rain
.
The
cattle
were
all
gone
,
probably
driven
off
when
they
left
.
The
barn
was
half
full
of
hay
.
There
were
two
windows
in
the
roof
,
one
was
blocked
with
boards
,
the
other
was
a
narrow
dormer
window
on
the
north
side
.
There
was
a
chute
so
that
hay
might
be
pitched
down
to
the
cattle
.
Beams
crossed
the
opening
down
into
the
main
floor
where
the
hay
-
carts
drove
in
when
the
hay
was
hauled
in
to
be
pitched
up
.
I
heard
the
rain
on
the
roof
and
smelled
the
hay
and
,
when
I
went
down
,
the
clean
smell
of
dried
dung
in
the
stable
.
We
could
pry
a
board
loose
and
see
out
of
the
south
window
down
into
the
courtyard
.
The
other
window
looked
out
on
the
field
toward
the
north
.
We
could
get
out
of
either
window
onto
the
roof
and
down
,
or
go
down
the
hay
chute
if
the
stairs
were
impractical
.
It
was
a
big
barn
and
we
could
hide
in
the
hay
if
we
heard
any
one
.
It
seemed
like
a
good
place
.
I
was
sure
we
could
have
gotten
through
to
the
south
if
they
had
not
fired
on
us
.
It
was
impossible
that
there
were
Germans
there
.
They
were
coming
from
the
north
and
down
the
road
from
Cividale
.
They
could
not
have
come
through
from
the
south
.
The
Italians
were
even
more
dangerous
.
They
were
frightened
and
firing
on
anything
they
saw
.
Last
night
on
the
retreat
we
had
heard
that
there
had
been
many
Germans
in
Italian
uniforms
mixing
with
the
retreat
in
the
north
.
I
did
not
believe
it
.
That
was
one
of
those
things
you
always
heard
in
the
war
.
It
was
one
of
the
things
the
enemy
always
did
to
you
.
You
did
not
know
any
one
who
went
over
in
German
uniform
to
confuse
them
.
Maybe
they
did
but
it
sounded
difficult
.
I
did
not
believe
the
Germans
did
it
.
