text:  There's no one here. What time is it? Almost midnight. They have left, all right. More desertions. 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, get worn out. Finished. The end of endurance. All right. Let's sleep, then. Here, by this graveyard...