It was the old Greek greeting "REJOICE!" without the audible expression.
Never again, perhaps, in all their lives would moments so full of sweetness and splendor come to them.

They were all the sweeter because blended with the homely duties that fell to Antonia's hands.

As she went about ordering the breakfast, and giving to the table a festal air, Dare thought of the old Homeric heroes, and the daughters of the kings who ministered to their wants.

The bravest of them had done no greater deeds of personal valor than had been done by the little band of American pioneers and hunters with whom he had fought the last four days.

The princes among them had been welcomed by no sweeter and fairer women than had welcomed his companions and himself.
And, though his clothing was black with the smoke of the battle and torn with the fray, never had Dare himself looked so handsome.