They pulled some of this aside, lay down and covered themselves up
with the stalks they had removed, and in three minutes were fast
asleep, for they had had a long day's work. Hector slept until
he was awakened by Paolo, who said, "The day is breaking, and the
village will be astir in a few minutes." The weather had changed,
and as they stepped out fine flakes of snow were drifting through
the air, and the ground was already whitened. They regained the
road and walked along until they came to a wood.

"We may as well wait here and breakfast, Paolo." The parcel was
opened and found to contain a cold capon and some bread, and on
these and the wine they made a capital breakfast, each taking a
long sip at the bottle to the health of the colonel. "The market
people are beginning to come along, and we may as well buy
something from them going in. If we have not something to sell
it is not unlikely that we shall be asked questions." It was now
broad daylight, and they saw several peasants pass along the road,
some with baskets, others driving a pig or a goat.

"Either of these would do," Hector said; "but we don't know where
the market is, and it would never do to seem ignorant of that."
The snow had stopped suddenly some minutes before, and the sun was
now shining.

"That is lucky," Hector said as they walked down towards the road,
"we may hope that there will be no more snow and that the sun will
soon melt what has fallen. It would be fatal to us if the ground
were white, for the most careless sentry could not help seeing us
upon it."