On the previous day she had reviewed and addressed the officers of the great army, speaking to them such high, eloquent words, and expressing so complete a confidence in their valour and in their ultimate victory, that she quite carried their hearts away, and as she rode from rank to rank they cheered her till the ground shook.

And now today the same mood seemed to be on her.
'Fare thee well, Macumazahn!' she said.

'Remember, I trust to thy wits, which are as a needle to a spear-handle compared to those of my people, to save us from Sorais.

I know that thou wilt do thy duty.' I bowed and explained to her my horror of fighting, and my fear lest I should lose my head, at which she laughed gently and turned to Curtis.
'Fare thee well, my lord!' she said.

'Come back with victory, and as a king, or on thy soldiers' spears.' {Endnote 19} Sir Henry said nothing, but turned his horse to go; perhaps he had a bit of a lump in his throat.