His men were all in health and spirits, and their vacancies had been filled up.

Lady was frolicsome, and Richard was perfectly well.
The day before they were to start he took the mare out for a gallop across the fields.

Never had he known her so full of life.

She rushed at hedge and ditch as if they had been squares of royalist infantry.

Her madness woke the fervour of battle in Richard's own veins, and as they swept along together, it grew until he felt like one of the Arabs of old, flashing to the harvest field of God, where the corn to be reaped was the lives of infidels, and the ears to be gleaned were the heads of the fallen.