The Adventures of Harry Rochester: A Tale of the Days of Marlborough and EugeneStrang, Herbert
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The Adventures of Harry Rochester: A Tale of the Days of Marlborough and Eugene
Strang, Herbert
Blenheim, Battle of, Blindheim, Bavaria, Germany, 1704 -- Juvenile fiction
The plunder was packed into Prince Eugene’s coach; the wounded dragoons
were set on horseback and taken into Urach for treatment. Then, after
the destruction of what ammunition remained in the castle, Harry rode
with his comrades and Eugene’s three dragoons from the memorable scene,
and before sundown entered the confederate camp at Gros Heppach. The
news of their coming had been already spread by a man riding in advance,
and their entry was made amid the clamour of thousands of shouting men
and drums and fifes. In a sort of triumph Harry was escorted to
head-quarters, where, in the presence of Marlborough and Eugene and
officers of their staffs, he had to tell over the story of the ruse and
the subsequent siege. He remembered afterwards how differently the two
great generals had heard him. Prince Eugene ever and anon broke into
exclamations, slapped the table, crossed and uncrossed his legs, was up
and down, restless and excited. Marlborough listened throughout with the
same tranquil attentiveness, scarce moving, saying never a word. When
the story was ended, Eugene cried impetuously:
"Ma foi, my lord, this is a lad of mettle. He has done right worthily,
and merits much at our hands. For myself, I beg him to accept at once
this ring; you did me a gallant service, Monsieur, and it will not
displease you to wear as a token of my thanks a ring from the finger of
Eugenio von Savoye."
"I add my thanks to his Excellency’s," said Marlborough quietly. "If I
mistake not, my secretary already has your name on a list for
advancement; it is a long list, but no name has more merit than yours.
You will see to it, Mr. Cardonnel, that Mr. Rochester is not
overlooked."
"Parbleu, my lord!" exclaimed Eugene, "I am for speedier measures. The
lad is an officer of Dutch dragoons, I believe. I ask for his services
as aide-de-camp to myself; and, ma foi, I give him a commission in my
own hussars. Monsieur, you will not object to the transfer?"
"Your Excellency does me too much honour," said Harry, his breath almost
taken away by such good fortune.
"That is settled then, with my Lord Marlborough’s consent?"
"I have no objection, your Excellency. And the young man could not be
in better hands."
"Then I will see your colonel, Monsieur, and the matter shall be
arranged as speedily as possible."
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