Give yourselves no further concern, let your minds be at peace.

Consider this: while all England is marching against us, who is in the van?
Who, by the commonest rules of war, will march in the front?
Answer me." "The mounted host of mailed knights." "True.

They are thirty thousand strong.

Acres deep they will march.
Now, observe: none but _they_ will ever strike the sand-belt! Then there will be an episode! Immediately after, the civilian multitude in the rear will retire, to meet business engagements elsewhere.
None but nobles and gentry are knights, and _none but these_ will remain to dance to our music after that episode.

It is absolutely true that we shall have to fight nobody but these thirty thousand knights.