'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
--Miguel de Cervantes
A soldier returns to his fallen commander's hometown to tell his brother the truth about what happened in the field looking for forgiveness and finds love instead.
This story was part of the HOSTAGE anthology.
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