Late in night, Antonius is seating by himself in a vacant room, with a coffin house in the middle of room made from simple wooden planks Fjodor torn down from a door beside a burnt civilian, and inside the coffin lies the body of the Sanjek of Ottoman Epirus.
Anna, still in that guard uniform sneaked up to Antonius and found the empty bowl by his side, seeing this she stomped the feet and complained. "Has the doctor in Thessaloniki specifically to have this medication only every morning? Why did you have it now?"
Antonius winkled and chuckled. "You don't understand, my love, this is called military tactics."
"Military tactics?" Anna tilted her head slight, for she has no idea what her man is talking about.
