Josef could hear the rumble of the explosion in the pantry he was inspecting for mice.  He set down the knife he was using to carve up a wheel of cheese, tossing it as he reached over to grab up the sandwich he'd been making, carrying it out with him as he walked out, past the kitchen and down out into the garden behind the house.  Munching his sandwich as he scanned around, then saw the smoke rising from the bomb.  What over there was worth blowing up?  He had to think a bit, sketching the map in his mind- he was still new to the area- before realizing that was in the general direction, at least, of the railroad.<br/><br/>That wasn't going to be good.<br/><br/>He looked around, and started grabbing up soldiers that weren't doing anything useful on his way to the stables.  If there was some sort of attack underway, they would have to reinforce the troops there to repulse it.  If not, well, they could lend a hand, at the very least.  Without much concern for whose it was, Josef climbed aboard the first horse he found bearing a saddle, drew his sabre, and rode out to rally up the troopers that followed him.