The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
"'Take care, Jules,' said I, 'the citizen may be a fire-eater--some
devil of a fellow who spends half his days in a shooting gallery.'
"'_Parbleu_, he doesn't look much like a fire-eater; but perhaps
monsieur is an editor--an author?' suggested Jules, with another long
puff.
"'Exactly,' said I; 'he is an author.'
"'Of what?'
"'The famous _Voyage à Saint Cloud par mer, et retour par terre_,
taking notes for a new edition.'
"This sally produced a roar of laughter, on which the citizen
suddenly folded his paper and prepared to rise, as we were now close
to St. Cloud.
"'Don't forget to record, M. l'Editeur, that last week I pulled a
charming young girl out of the river close by.'
"'Trust you didn't pull her hair up by the roots, Jules,' said one.
"'Or rumple her dress?' said another.
"'Fie!' I exclaimed; 'but you will give us each a copy, M. l'Editeur?'
"'On receiving your cards, messieurs,' replied the other with a grim
smile.
"'Here is mine--and mine--and mine,' said we, thrusting them upon him.
"'And here is mine' said he, presenting to Jules an embossed card, on
which was engraved 'Napoleon Bonaparte, First Consul.'
"We remained as if paralysed, unable either to speak or move; but the
justly incensed First Consul, after quitting the galiote, which was
now moored alongside the quay, said to a gentleman whose uniform
proclaimed him a general officer, and who seemed to be waiting
there,--
"'Bessières, take the swords of these gentlemen, who are to be placed
under close arrest, and send the colonel of the 24th Chasseurs to me
instantly.'
"His massive features were pale as marble; his keen dark eyes shot
forth a lurid glare; his lips were compressed with concealed fury,
and we all trembled before the terrible glance of this little man in
long boots. Ah, mon Dieu! what a moment it was! How foolish, how
triste, how crestfallen we all looked.
"'Your name, monsieur?' said he suddenly to me.
"'Eugene de Ribeaupierre,' said I, with a profound salute.
"'Any relation to the officer who bears that name, and who was
captain-lieutenant in the Regiment de La Fere?'
"'I am his only son, monseigneur.'
"'That reply has saved you and your companions from degradation and
imprisonment; but still you must be taught, messieurs, that to
protect, and not to insult the citizen, is the first duty of a
soldier. To your quarters, messieurs, and report yourselves under
arrest until further orders!'
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