THE ENDING OF WAR
Their five pairs of feet stuck out with a curious stiff unanimity. . . .
"What else was there to do?" he said in answer to some internal protest.
"I wonder, Firmin, if there are any more of them?"
"Bombs, sir?" asked Firmin.
"No, such kings. . . ."
"The pitiful folly of it!" said the ex-king, following his thoughts. "Firmin, as an ex-professor of International Politics, I think it falls to you to bury them. There? . . . No, don't put them near the well. People will have to drink from that well. Bury them over there, some way off, in the field."
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