His hand fiercely clinched the hilt of his sword.

He, who showed emotion so rarely, was overcome by it now.
But the fire in his eyes died, his head sank, and his hand fell from his sword.
"No, no," he said sadly.

"I must not try it.

Too many of my brave men would fall.

I must withdraw, and await a better time." Saying good-by to his friend he mounted and rode in silence from Winchester again, and silently the people saw him go.