The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. I.Spielhagen, Friedrich
General
The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. I.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
Fiction
The General raised his eyebrows, the President replaced his glasses,
the young ladies again exchanged glances--Elsa this time in joyful
surprise, while Meta very nearly laughed outright at the Count's
confused look.
"That is to say," said Reinhold, the blood rising in his cheek at the
attention which his rash speech had roused, and turning to the General,
"to speak precisely, on the morning of that day I was on the march from
Rezonville to St. Marie. Then, when it appeared, as you know, General,
that the enemy was not in retreat upon the northern road, and the
second army corps had completed the great flank movement to the right
upon Verneville and Amanvilliers, we--the eighteenth division--came
under fire near Verneville, about half an hour before midday. As you
will remember, General, our division had the honour of commencing the
battle." Reinhold passed his hand across his forehead. The frightful
visions of that fateful day rose again to his mind. He had forgotten
the contempt which had lain in the Count's question, and which he had
wished to repel by the account of his share in the battle.
"You went through the whole campaign?" asked the General; and there was
a peculiar, almost a tender, tone in his deep voice.
"Yes, sir, if you reckon the fortnight, from the 18th July to the 1st
August, while I was being drilled at Coblenz. As a native of Hamburg
and a sailor, I had not had the good fortune of learning my drill
properly when young."
"How came you to be in the campaign?"
"It is a short story, which I will briefly relate. On the 15th July I
was with my ship in the Southampton Roads, bound for Bombay--captain of
my own ship for the first time. On the evening of the 16th we were to
weigh anchor. But on the morning of the 16th came the news of the
declaration of war; by midday an efficient substitute had been found,
and I had said good-bye to my owners and my ship; in the evening I was
in London; on the night of the 16th-17th on my way, by Ostend, Brussels
and the Rhine, to Coblenz, where I offered myself as a volunteer, was
accepted, went through a small amount of drill, sent forward, and, why,
I know not, attached to the ---- regiment, eighteenth division, ninth
corps, with which I went through the campaign."
"Were you promoted?"
"I was made a non-commissioned officer at Gravelotte, acting
sub-lieutenant on the 1st September, the day after Bazaine's great
sortie, and on the 4th December----"
"That was the day of Orleans?"
"Yes, sir; on the day of Orleans I got my commission."
"I congratulate you on your rapid promotion," said the General,
smiling, but his face darkened again immediately. "Why did you not
introduce yourself to me as a fellow-soldier?"
"The merchant-captain must apologise for the lieutenant of the reserve,
General."
"Were you decorated?"
"Yes, sir; I received the Cross with my commission."
"And you do not wear it?"
"I have dressed so hastily to-day," answered Reinhold.
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