(He looks at a map; then, to the aide:)
Go to General Peyton. Tell him to keep three troops of horse four miles down the Leicester road there. He is not to move them till daybreak. And ask Colonel Reade to let me have his figures as soon as he can.
The Aide:
Yes, sir.
(He goes.)
Cromwell:
Finish that other letter, will you?
(Seth writes again.)
I can say this of Naseby. When I saw the enemy draw up and march in gallant order towards us, and we, a company of poor ignorant men to seek how to order our battle,—the General having commanded me to order all the horse,—I could not, riding along about my business, but smile out to God in my praises, in assurance of victory,
(the Psalm is heard again)