No troops ever fought more bravely than ours.

The defeat was the fault of the commander, not theirs.

But we'll put behind us the battle lost and think of the battle yet to be won." "So we will," said Robert, as he looked around at the great curving forest, its deep green tinted with the light brown of summer.

It was a friendly forest now.

It no longer had the aspect of the night before, when the wolves, their jaws slavering in anticipation, howled in its thickets.