By mid afternoon the breeze had died away and Tayna’s pale white skin was unused to the late spring sunshine which now caressed it. As they were forced to climb a long shallow hill Varnia’s thin cotton blouse became soaked with sweat and stuck to her body, the outline of her breasts and nipples becoming more and more visible. Tayna could only feel a dull burning sensation from her feet and when she looked down at them she could see dust stuck to the blood from the cuts and grazes that they now bore. At last the young girl with the thin face responded to one more prod from the bayonet by falling forward onto her bony elbows splitting the skin to the bone, the soldier dragged her roughly to her feet but as soon as he released his grip she fell again to the
