They had just peeped into a little wayside chapel, where there was a small altar ablaze with lights set amid masses of flowers.

The place was heavy with sweetness.

Here and there knelt worshippers with bent heads.

The General had bowed with a reverent knee, and Nelly had knelt with him before they had gone out into the blaze of the day again.
"There are only two armies, after all, Nell," the General had said, explaining himself.

"The army of the Lord and the army of the Prince of Darkness.