Some strange foreboding had fallen upon Paul, and he scarce expected to see the light of another day; but this presentiment of coming ill he bravely hid from his companion, and the two rode into the ranks with smiling faces, and looked across at the opposing lines of the enemy with a steadfast and lofty courage.

Then the prince turned to his companion.
"Our first battle, good Paul; for though as a child I saw fighting, I never took part in it before.

I am glad that we ride side by side this day.

Let us show our loyal people, whatever be the fortunes of the field, that Englishmen can strike hard blows, and that they never turn their backs upon the foe.

If we ride not to victory, Paul, let us ride to death with a courage that shall not disgrace the kingly blood that both of us can boast in some measure." Then they looked to their weapons, and sat very silent, waiting what would befall.
Perhaps those that take part in a fierce fight know less about the details than any others.