Jeb Stuart, as Dalton had predicted, was making the most of his chance.

He was going not only to parade, but to have a mock battle as well.

As the sun rose higher, making the June day brilliant, General Lee and his staff, dressed in their best, rode slowly to a little hillock commanding a splendid view of a wide plain lying east of Culpeper Court House.
General Lee was in a fine uniform, his face shaded by the brim of the gray hat which pictures have made so familiar.

His cavalry cape swung from his shoulders, but not low enough to hide the splendid sword at his belt.

His face was grave and his whole appearance was majestic.
If only Jackson were there, riding by his side! Harry choked again.
Lee sat on his white horse, Traveler, and above him on a lofty pole a brilliant Confederate flag waved in the light wind.