He felt no abatement of his powers.

He declared himself well able for the march, and was soon helped into his torn garments, with wet rags to protect his bleeding back from rough contact.

The monks gave him to drink from a flask that contained some cordial, which was marvellous in subduing his natural fatigue; and there was a mess of broth awaiting him below, of which both he and the monks partook, ere setting forth upon their moonlight march.
As for Montacute and his followers, they remained in the room above, and made no effort to delay the travellers.

They had been worsted at every point, and seemed to be aware of it.
It was a strange experience for Tom, this trudge over the hard, frozen snow, with his two cowled and gowned companions.

It seemed to him afterwards like a vision of the night, full of a strange oppression and pain.