It was evident that the whole army was engaged.
The old general, the other generals, the princes and perhaps dukes and barons too, were in the thick of it.

John's heart was filled with an intense hatred of the very name of royalty.

Kings and princes could be good men personally, but as he saw its work upon the huge battle fields of Europe he felt that the institution itself was the curse of the earth.
"We shall win again today," said Fleury, rousing him from his absorption.

"Look across the fields, Scott, my friend, and see how those great masses of infantry charging our army have been repulsed." It was a far look, and at the distance the German brigades seemed to be blended together, but the great gray mass was coming back slowly.

He forgot all about himself and his own fate in his desire to see every act of the gigantic drama as it passed before him.