But then he thought of others—­of the oppressed and the superstitious, of injustice done and not endured—­not wrapt in the pearly antidote of patience, but rankling in the soul; of priests who, knowing not God, substituted ceremonies for prayer, and led the seeking heart afar from its goal—­and said that his arm could at least fight for the truth in others, if only his heart could fight for the truth in himself.  No; he would go on as he had begun; for, might it not be the part of him who could take the form of an angel of light when he would deceive, to make use of inward truths, which might well be the strength of his own soul, to withdraw him from the duties he owed to others, and cause the heart of devotion to paralyze the arm of battle?  Besides, was he not now in a low physical condition, and therefore the less likely to judge truly with regard to affairs of active outer life?  His business plainly was to gain strength of body, that the fumes of weakness might no longer cloud his brain, and that, if he had to die for the truth, whether in others or in himself, he might die in power, like the blast of an exploding mine, and not like the flame of an expiring lamp.  And certainly, as his body grew stronger, and the impulses to action, so powerful in all healthy youth, returned, his doubts grew weaker, and he became more and more satisfied that he had been in the right path.

Lady outstripped her master in the race for health, and after a few days had oats and barley in a profusion which, although far from careless, might well have seemed to her unlimited.  Twice every day, sometimes oftener, Richard went to see her, and envied the rapidity of her recovery from the weakness which scanty rations, loss of blood, and the inflammation of her wounds had caused.  Had there been any immediate call for his services, however, that would have brought his strength with it.  Had the struggle been still going on upon the fields of battle instead of in the houses of words, he would have been well in half the time.  But Waller and Essex were almost without an army between them, and were at bitter strife with each other, while the peace-party seemed likely to carry everything before them, women themselves presenting a petition for peace, and some of them using threats to support it.

At length, chiefly through the exertions of the presbyterian preachers and the common council of the city of London, the peace-party was defeated, and a vigorous levying and pressing of troops began anew.  So the hour had come for Richard to mount.  His men were all in health and spirits, and their vacancies had been filled up.  Lady was frolicsome, and Richard was perfectly well.

The day before they were to start he took the mare out for a gallop across the fields.  Never had he known her so full of life.  She rushed at hedge and ditch as if they had been squares of royalist infantry.  Her madness woke the fervour of battle in Richard’s own veins, and as they swept along together, it grew until he felt like one of the Arabs of old, flashing to the harvest field of God, where the corn to be reaped was the lives of infidels, and the ears to be gleaned were the heads of the fallen.  That night he scarcely slept for eagerness to be gone.