The soldier seemed to be struggling. Unclasping her robe, the soldier tossed the tunic down the stairs.
  As Barry ducked off to retrieve it in the tall pampas grass, he thought he saw an old man standing against a wall. Lifting the robe, Barry stared with mouth agape at the grey-plaid lining. Turning to confront the stooped figure at the wall, he found only hieroglyphics, an unblinking eye.

  The soldier rose from the bench. Removing his helmet, the soldier revealed a trim white afro.