Name one cause for and one effect of Henry's hatred for the enemy.

"But those other men seemed never to grow weary; they were fighting with their old speed."

"He had a wild hate for the relentless foe. Yester-day, when he had imagined the universe to be against him, he had hated it, little gods and big gods; to-day he hated the army of the foe with the same great hatred. He was not going to be badgered of his life, like a kitten chased by boys, he said. It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws."