Chapter VIII Summary

It was now twilight time and Henry heard the clash of armies up ahead and started running toward it. He was mildly amused that he should now be running toward something that a while ago made him flee. However, he felt compelled to see what lie behind this huge noise and had the feeling that the skirmish he and his comrades had been in had been only a minor incident. He ran, stumbling into trees and tripping over brambles and at last came to a fence and crawled over to see the ground littered with the bodies of the dead and wounded.

He ran away from this killing field and came to a road where he joined a line of wounded soldiers. They had all kinds of injuries and they were telling their stories frantically to whoever would listen. He was...