You couldn't throw a brick in any direction and not cripple a king.

Of course, I couldn't get these people to leave off their armor; they wouldn't do that when they bathed.

They consented to differentiate the armor so that a body could tell one team from the other, but that was the most they would do.

So, one of the teams wore chain-mail ulsters, and the other wore plate-armor made of my new Bessemer steel.

Their practice in the field was the most fantastic thing I ever saw.