Tell my mother that such a death is better than an inglorious life of exile, and bid her not weep for me.

There is yet another world than this in which we shall meet, where the strife of war is not heard and the malice of foes pursues us not.

Let her look forward to our meeting there.

It were a better prospect, in all truth, than an earthly crown, which methinks sits heavy on the head of him that wears it." Paul said nothing, for he could not trust himself to speak, and indeed the brief respite was at an end.

With loud and threatening cries the foe was closing round the devoted little band, and from the other side of the field he could see that a knot of horsemen were galloping in their direction, as though they had got some news of the presence of the prince.
Wounded as he was, and spent from having borne the brunt of that first gallant charge, Paul yet set his teeth and nerved himself for a last desperate rally.