his men were fighting and dying , and this was not a time for regret or second-guessing . but the most startling thing about these people were their eyes . alcohol is the blood of the devil . and one by one , the people had drifted back to their places in the woods . the laughter spread up and down the benches , until even the cooks joined in . i would be worried about his life being miserable if he did . she gave him a quick kiss and went out into the square . 