He was ushered through the lines into the Mouse Army's encampment, which 
was mostly an open-air hospice for ragged, sick and injured discards from other 
phyles. The ones who weren't flat on their backs, being tended to by Mouse 
Nurses, were sitting on the sand, hugging their knees, staring out across the 
water in the direction of New Chusan. The slope of
the land was quite gentle here, and a person could wade for a good long stone's 
throw into the waves.