Chapter XIV: Book III: Unravelling the Threads

"... and drank delight of battle with my peers."

TENNYSON.

"Yet would you tread again
All the road over?
Face the old joy and pain--
Hemlock and clover?
Yes. For it still was good,
Good to be living,
Buoyant of heart and blood;
Fighting, forgiving."

AUSTIN DOBSON.

"Oh! the hardest day was never then too hard."

LINDSAY GORDON.