Good Mood

At their head Orlandu recognized—in part because he was laughing—the celebrated French adventurer Colonel Le Mas, bravest of the brave and even in this company reckoned a man amongst men. Who else could find something to laugh about in such a dire place?
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Le Mas gesticulated to two large companions, larger even than he, and they laughed too, and one, a bull of a man, threw to his shoulder the longest musket Orlandu had ever seen, its barrel feathered with silver under the flares, and a plume of white smoke flew toward something high on the unbreached parapet. A body fell, and as the bull lowered the gun with a proud cock of his head toward the others, the second man removed his helmet and handed it to him, and Orlandu saw that this was Captain Tannhauser, and that the other must then be Bors, who’d called Orlandu “my friend” and promised to teach him backgammon. Tannhauser too snapped a long gun to his shoulder and fired, with great speed it seemed. A second bundle of colorful robes plunged from the wall. A pair of Turkish snipers picked off like hares. What marksmen. Tannhauser spoke as he retrieved and replaced his morion and the three of them laughed again. Imagine. Laughing!
-TR, pg. 341