As I went, my eyes lit upon the brave horse Daylight that lay there, his white head outstretched on the pavement, exactly as he had fallen on entering the yard; and I bade those who supported me take me near him, that I might look on the good beast once more before he was dragged away.

And as I looked, to my astonishment he opened his eyes and, lifting his head a little, whinnied faintly.

I could have shouted for joy to find that he was not dead, only unfortunately I had not a shout left in me; but as it was, grooms were sent for and he was lifted up and wine poured down his throat, and in a fortnight he was as well and strong as ever, and is the pride and joy of all the people of Milosis, who, whenever they see him, point him out to the little children as the 'horse which saved the White Queen's life'.
Then I went on and got off to bed, and was washed and had my mail shirt removed.

They hurt me a great deal in getting it off, and no wonder, for on my left breast and side was a black bruise the size of a saucer.
The next thing that I remember was the tramp of horsemen outside the palace wall, some ten hours later.

I raised myself and asked what was the news, and they told me that a large body of cavalry sent by Curtis to assist the Queen had arrived from the scene of the battle, which they had left two hours after sundown.
When they left, the wreck of Sorais' army was in full retreat upon M'Arstuna, followed by all our effective cavalry.