He was anxious for them to go on, and get it over.

Why were the generals lingering when there was a battle to be finished?
Half the day was gone already and nothing was decided.
Conscious that he was about to lose control of himself he clasped his hands to his temples and pressed them tightly.

At the same time he made a mighty effort of the will.

The millions of black specks that had been dancing before his eyes went away.

The solid earth ceased to quiver and settled back into its place, careless of the armies that trampled over it.