For ever since he drank his first draught of wine, he had begun to mellow.
"Well, hearty fellows, what reward would you have for your great bravery ?" They turned their heads simultaneously inward without moving any other part of their bodies.

They nodded to one another.
"Well," cried the Prince, "what reward do you desire ?" "Now for the Field-Marshal's wand!" said the Councillor near to me, under his breath.
"Twelve dozen Rhenish!" said Jorian.
The Prince looked at Boris.
"And you ?" he said.
"Twelve dozen Rhenish!" said Boris, without moving a muscle.
"God Bacchus!" cried the Prince, "you will empty my cellars between you, and I shall not have a sober archer for a month.

But you shall have it.

Go!" Jorian and Boris saluted with a wink to each other as they wheeled, which said, as plain as monk's script or plainer, "Good!".