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lowed the path away from the road was to forget about the leg. Their
path joined a track which ran between two stone walls and dropped down into a
valley that had not been visible from the road. At the bottom was a brown stream
which they crossed on stepping-stones set deep in a carpet of what looked like
miniature water parsley.
Their route swung to the west as they rose out of the valleystill between the ancient
walls. Ahead of them the sky was beginning to clear a little and glowed like a
promise. Everywhere else was gray. As they approached the top through a copse of
chestnut treesthe lowering sun dropped below the cloud cover and caught the scene
dazzling the three soldiers as they rose into it. How fine it might have beento end a
day’s ramble in the French countrysidewalking into the setting sun. Always a
hopeful act.
As they came out of the copse they heard bombersso they went back in and
smoked while they waited under the trees. From where they were they could not see
the planesbut the view was fine. These were hardly hills that spread so expansively
before them. They were ripples in the landscapefaint echoes of vast upheavals
elsewhere. Each successive ridge was paler than the one before. He saw a receding
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