At the gatehouse

The gatehouse was big and built into a split in the natural wall that guarded Gethsemet's towers, orange lit, looming behind it.

After what looked like an argument with the captain, who with his soldiers was holding back, Ginger limped up to us, the huddled passengers, and pointed at me.

"You come," and pointed at Bêbe, "you too sergeant. And boy, you got your gun full?" (this to Mocz).

Mocz swallowed and nodded.

"Good, you get him," and he pointed at party man (whose name was Erschrocken, who staggered), "and I think, her," with another stab of his hand at a young woman (whose name was Beraubtes, who burst into tears).

"We go to meet someone else's maker."