His recruits, some too young to shave, stand sentry at the shrine gates, barking at women old enough to be their mothers.

The recruits were ordered by a harried-looking crewman to strap down in their bunks and stand by for lift.

The veterans took the one hundred seats, the other, newer recruits standing silently by the walls.

Buttons shrieked again, the heel was forced slowly, grindingly down, and the recruits stood in horror as the dog slowly died.

The other recruits stood in frozen fear, the wind lifting their hair and stirring the pale grasses about Marriott's still body.

When the recruits stood barefooted before him, he said, in the same low voice, 'Now, my warriors, we're going to dance.'

Sten and the other recruits each stood next to a bunk.

All the recruits stood at ease with their hands behind their backs and gave the impression of listening to a lecture.

His recruits stood there in shining uniforms, swords drawn and held in first position.

The recruits stood in silence, mugs halfway to mouths.