Sabred

[…] there are Persons whose Loveliness is more formidable to me, than an Arrangement of sabred Hussars with their fierce looking Mustaches.

To both, war was a mere name yet, a painted glory, a sabred, gold-laced parade before admiring, cheering crowds.

1946, Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan, “Titus is Christened,” in The Gormenghast Novels, Woodstock: The Overlook Press, 1995, p. 95, […] the doctor brandishing his teeth at the word “Titus” as though it were the signal for some romantic advance of sabred cavalry.