Adventure stories, English; France -- History -- Consulate and First Empire, 1799-1815 -- Fiction; Soldiers of fortune -- Fiction
‘No, sir, straight for the Tuileries,’ cried Masséna sternly; and
then correcting himself suddenly, he burst into a forced laugh. I must
confess that the speech puzzled me sorely at the time, but I lived
to learn its meaning; and many a time have I wondered at the shrewd
foresight which even then read the ambitious character of the future
Emperor.
‘Of this fact, then, you are quite certain. Bonaparte is on his march
hither?’
‘I have heard it spoken of every day for the last week,’ replied I; ‘and
it was in consequence of this that the English officers used to remark,
if Masséna but knew it, he’d make a dash at them, and clear his way
through at once.’
‘They said this, did they?’ said he, in a low voice, and as if pondering
over it.
‘Yes; one and all agreed in thinking there could not be a doubt of the
result.’
‘Where have you served, sir?’ asked he, suddenly turning on me, and with
a look that showed he was resolved to test the character of the witness.
‘With Moreau, sir, on the Rhine and the Schwarz-wald; in Ireland with
Humbert.’
‘Your regiment?’
‘The Ninth Hussar.’
‘The “Tapageurs”’ said he, laughing. ‘I know them, and glad I am not to
have their company here at this moment; you were a lieutenant?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Well, supposing that, on the faith of what you have told me, I was
to follow the wise counsel of these gentlemen, would you like the
alternative of gaining your promotion in the event of success, or being
shot by a _peloton_ if we fail.’
‘They seem sharp terms, sir,’ said I, smiling, ‘when it is remembered
that no individual efforts of mine can either promote one result or the
other.’
‘Ay, but they can, sir,’ cried he quickly. ‘If you should turn out to
be an Austro-English spy; if these tidings be of a character to lead
my troops into danger; if, in reliance on you, I should be led to
compromise the honour and safety of a French army--your life, were it
worth ten thousand times over your own value of it, would be a sorry
recompense. Is this intelligible?’
‘Far more intelligible than flattering,’ said I, laughing; for I saw
that the best mode to treat him was by an imitation of his own frank and
careless humour. ‘I have already risked that life you hold so cheaply to
convey this information, but I am still ready to accept the conditions
you offer me, if, in the event of success, my name appear in the
despatch.’
He again stared at me with his dark and piercing eyes; but I stood
the glance with a calm conscience, and he seemed so to read it, for he
said--
‘Be it so. I will, meanwhile, test your prudence. Let nothing of this
interview transpire--not a word of it among the officers and comrades
you shall make acquaintance with. You shall serve on my own staff. Go
now, and recruit your strength for a couple of days, and then report
yourself at headquarters when ready for duty.--Latrobe, look to the
Lieutenant Tiernay; see that he wants for nothing, and let him have a
horse and a uniform as soon as may be.’
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