His control is visible everywhere. With miraculous power he urges him
on in advance of all others, and even of himself. This becomes most
distinctly perceptible in war."

"That is true," declared the valet, "and your lordship has surely hit the
right clew. For"--he glanced cautiously around him and lowered his
voice--"whenever I put on my master's armour I always feel how he is
trembling--yes, trembling, your lordship. His face is livid, and the
drops of perspiration on his brow are not due solely to the heat."

"And then," cried Quijada, his black eyes sparkling with a fiery light--
"then in his agitation he scarcely knows what he is doing as I hold the
stirrup for him. But when, once in his saddle, his divine companion
descends to him, he dashes upon the foe like a whirlwind and, wherever
he strikes, how the chips fly! The strongest succumb to his blows.
'Victory! victory!' men shout exultingly wherever he goes. Even in the
last accursed Algerian defeat his helper was at his side; for, Adrian"
--here he, too, lowered his voice--"without him and his wonderful power
every living soul of us, down to the last boat and camp follower, would
have been destroyed."