And ever as it came, the tide of fear flowed more rapidly, until at last it rose over his heart, and threatened to stifle him.

The direst foe of courage is the fear itself, not the object of it; and the man who can overcome his own terror is a hero and more.

In this Fergus had not yet deserved to be successful.

That kind of victory comes only of faith.

Still, he did not fly the field; he was no coward.