not

for there were still thousands of enemies upon the field, and some of them would stand and fight to the death. His allies would lose many more warriors before they swept up all the pieces, and his own men would take casualties, as well. But the outcome was no longer in doubt, and he allowed himself the luxury of a brief, fervent prayer of thanks.
Then he opened his eyes once more, straightened his shoulders, and nodded to young Snellgrave.
"Let's be going," he said, and sent Satan trotting forward to join the slaughter.

VI
“You have done well. My guild will be pleased," the demon-jester's voice piped in Sir George's ear.
The small alien sat in his air car, hovering no more than six feet above the ground so that Sir George could look almost straight across at him through the open vehicle window as the baron sat in Satan's saddle. The light, expressionless voice seemed even more grotesque than usual as Sir George turned his head away to gaze out over the heaped and mounded bodies of the slain. Never in all his days, not even at Dupplin or at Halidon Hill, had he seen r