What other thing was in your brave brain when you donned your armour, friend ?' 'Your Majesty's orders, sire,' answered Sir Bronzebeard.
The king smiled and turned to Curdie.
'And what was in yours, Curdie, for your first word was of battle ?' 'See, Your Majesty,' answered Curdie; 'I have polished my mattock.

If Your Majesty had not taken the command, I would have met the enemy at the head of my beasts, and died in comfort, or done better.' 'Brave boy!' said the king.

'He who takes his life in his hand is the only soldier.

You shall head your beasts today.

Sir Bronzebeard, will you die with me if need be ?' 'Seven times, my king,' said the colonel.
'Then shall we win this battle!' said the king.