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           "I’mgoingtosleeponthemajor’sbed,"Bonellosaid."I’mgoingtosleepwheretheoldmancorksoff."

           "Idon’tcarewhereIsleep,"Pianisaid.

           "Therearetwobedsinhere."Iopenedthedoor.

           "Ineverknewwhatwasinthatroom,"Bonellosaid.

           "Thatwasoldfish-face’sroom,"Pianisaid.

           "Youtwosleepinthere,"Isaid."I’llwakeyou."

           "TheAustrianswillwakeusifyousleeptoolong,Tenente,"Bonellosaid.

           "Iwon’toversleep,"Isaid."Where’sAymo?"

           "Hewentoutinthekitchen."

           "Gettosleep,"Isaid.

           "I’llsleep,"Pianisaid."I’vebeenasleepsittingupallday.Thewholetopofmyheadkeptcomingdownovermyeyes."

           "Takeyourbootsoff,"Bonellosaid."That’soldfish-face’sbed."

           "Fish-faceisnothingtome."Pianilayonthebed,hismuddybootsstraightout,hisheadonhisarm.Iwentouttothekitchen.Aymohadafireinthestoveandakettleofwateron.

           "IthoughtI’dstartsomepastaasciutta,"hesaid."We’llbehungrywhenwewakeup."

           "Aren’tyousleepy,Bartolomeo?"

           "Notsosleepy.WhenthewaterboilsI’llleaveit.Thefirewillgodown."

           "You’dbettergetsomesleep,"Isaid."Wecaneatcheeseandmonkeymeat."

           "Thisisbetter,"hesaid."Somethinghotwillbegoodforthosetwoanarchists.Yougotosleep,Tenente."

           "There’sabedinthemajor’sroom."

           "Yousleepthere."

           "No,I’mgoinguptomyoldroom.Doyouwantadrink,Bartolomeo?"

           "Whenwego,Tenente.