"Get up, you swine!"
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Under the cries of Cléante and the various brigade commanders, the entire Mayo Town was awakened, and the mountain infantry emerged bewilderedly from their huts.
Before they could open their eyes from the sweet dreams, they were whipped awake by the commanders.
Hooves kicked up dust as all seven or eight messengers rode horses and donkeys back and forth on the streets, dragging soldiers out of homes and tents.
One team after another of mountain mercenaries formed columns under the arrangement of their leaders, running towards the flat grounds outside the town.
In the darkness, many townsfolk were startled awake by the commotion, and the braver ones even climbed onto rooftops to watch.
With his head wrapped in bandages, Cléante stood on a mound, gazing into the distance.
Tonight, although there was moonlight, clouds obscured the moon, making everything alternately clear and vague.
