"We must hold this position at all costs until Waffing's troops arrive."

It is only the echo of the waffing for my own lost soul.

Waffing lost himself in thought for a few moments.

As for the state of Waffing's respiration after the climb, the less said the better.

"Waffing, would it be possible for Zind to attack us within the next six weeks?"

My guess is that they hope to overwhelm us before Waffing's forces arrive."

Waffing's introduction was surprisingly brief and to the point.

It was the ebullient Waffing who broke the solemn silence.

Waffing roared, raising his mug high in the air.

"We should be within sight of Bora soon," Waffing said.

Heavily outnumbered, Waffing's troops would have little chance of stopping the horde by themselves.

About half a mile behind and slightly to the south were Waffing's regular army troops, obscured by a huge dust cloud.

Waffing paused to fortify himself with a great swallow of beer and perhaps for dramatic effect as well.

Waffing's hearty voice filled the tank; in the back- ground, Feric could make out the sounds of battle.

"The army hasn't exactly been sitting on its hands while the SS worked wonders," Waffing said.

Waffing's reply was instant, forceful, and characterized by intense, indeed fanatic, sincerity.

To replace Stopa with an outsider like Waffing would surely stir trouble in the ranks.

Waffing broke into a broad grin.

Waffing's troops were dug in along a wide front in the flattened suburbs of western Lumb.

Feric brought his cycle to a screaming halt in front of the beaming Waffing and dismounted.

"Do you think we're ready to annihilate Zind, Waffing?"

Waffing had better arrive soon!

"Waffing's troops have arrived, my Commanderi" Best whooped with joy.

This had been addressed to Lar Waffing, who took a long drink of ale while pondering his response.

Moreover, Waffing's troops were only hours away with vast quantities of ammunition and a limitless supply of petrol.