Batu had commenced a rhythmic swinging of his arms across his chest and Dragosani had just lit a cigarette when at last the yellow light above the door to Shukshin's courtyard snapped into life—his signal to them that the scene was now set for murder—and two figures came out into the evening. You’re carrying forage nets,” Sharpe gestured through the barn’s gaping rear door at the officers’ horses which, tethered safely out of sight of the Rifles, all had heavy nets of hay slung from their saddle spoons!