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Stephen yawned, stretched and scratched the stubble on his chin. He needed a shave, and he'd better see to it before Captain Lawford came around. Lawford was a regular officer home on leave from France, and he'd been put in charge of the college defences. A sharp crack from over the roof told him he had nothing to worry about for the time being. Not content with merely organizing sentries, Lawford had installed himself at a window over the front gate and started sniping at the rebel positions around Dublin Castle. He'd been at it all yesterday afternoon and on into the evening until the light grew too dim. Now it was bright he was off again. Bloodthirsty little sod.
Stephen counted the little row of cartridges that lay on the roof beside him. Twenty, same as yesterday. He hadn't fired a shot.