That's a relief. Falstaff certainly thinks himself brave for having faced down that wolf -- but one act of bravery for the day is quite enough for him.



When the sounds of battle finally fade and stop, Kate seizes the opportunity to creep out to the edge of the field. Harry shouldn't stay lying on the cold ground, but she can't possibly pull him all the way back to the camp.

Disgusting as it is, then, it's time to rob some corpses of their cloaks. Befouled as some of them are, they're still warmer than nothing. She finds three suitable bodies -- two of the king's army, one of theirs -- rips the cloaks from their shoulders, and drags them back to her hiding place. It's slow, tense going, and her jaw aches by the time she gets back to Harry.