Nothing shakes troops more than a sudden attack in the rear.

Please come across with me and repeat the news that you have given me to the prince himself." There was bustle all along the line.

The troops were falling into their ranks, stamping their feet to set the blood in motion, swinging their arms, and growling at the sharp morning air.

At the headquarters bivouac the young nobles were laughing and jesting as they prepared to mount.
"Where is the prince ?" Gassion asked.
"There he lies under his cloak, general.

He is still fast asleep.