It was in very fact and truth detached from the will, because it no longer obeyed the will at all.

His legs wobbled and bent like those of a paralytic, and his head fell forward through very weakness.
Luckily the tent was only a few yards away, and he managed to reach it and enter.

It had a floor of planks and in the dark he saw three youths, a little older than himself, already sound asleep in their blankets.
He promptly rolled himself in a pair, stretched his length against the cloth wall, and balmy sleep quickly came to make a complete reunion of the will and of the tired body which would be fresh again in the morning, because he was young and strong and recovered fast.
Harry slept hard all through the night and nature completed her task of restoring the worn fibers.

He was roused shortly after dawn and the cooks were ready with breakfast for the army.

He ate hungrily and when he would stop, one of his comrades who had slept with him in the tent told him to eat more.
"You need a lot to go on when you march with Jackson," he said.
"Besides, you won't be certain where the next is coming from." "I've learned that already," said Harry, as he took his advice.
A half hour later he was on his horse near Jackson, ready to receive his commands, and in the early hours of the New Year the army marched out of Winchester, the eager wishes of the whole population following it.
It was the brightest of winter mornings, almost like spring it seemed.
The sky was a curving and solid sheet of sunlight, and the youths of the army were for the moment a great and happy family.