The prince's interest seemed to grow.  "I see not wherein I can move," he muttered, "and I would not if I could."  He remained sunk in thought.  "Harkye, sir, I am not one of those that love to deck out a city with carrion.  I see naught gained by making war with the dead. Stone dead is the end of the story as far as it concerns a soldier. This healing and blessed Parliament, I hear, holds a gibbet a prettier sight than a stricken field; that is not my mind, and if I can move any of these valiant pantaloons to let General Harrison's body be delivered to his friends, I will do it.  Good day to you."  And, disregarding Dick's clumsy attempts at gratitude, the prince turned his back, and resumed his search for his pen.