She looked up at the wall. A man dressed in a uniform unlike the
Italian soldiers was looking down at her. Lucia called to him just as
he jumped to the ground. She held her breath expecting to see him
hurt, but he landed on his feet and ran to her.

"For the love of Pete, what have you got there?" he asked in a language
that Lucia did not understand.

She looked up at him bewildered.

"I do not understand what you say, but the soldier is very sick.
Please help me carry him to the convent," she said hurriedly.

"Hum, well you may be right," the big man laughed, "but I guess what
you want is help."

He leaned over the wounded Italian.

"Pretty far gone, but there's hope. Steady now, I've got you." He
lifted the man gently in his arms and carried him on his back.

Lucia watched him with admiration shining in her eyes. She followed
with the goat through the gate.

Once in the town she could hardly believe her eyes. Soldiers seemed to
be everywhere, shouting and calling from one to the other. She saw the
little guns that were making all the sharp, clicking noises, and she
knew that just below, and on the other side of the river, the Austrians
were fighting desperately.