The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
Many who looked on held their breath, and excitement repressed the
rising cheer as the adverse lines of cavalry met! There was a
mingled yell and hurrah; the long straight swords of the French on
one side, and the crooked sabres of the 10th on the other, all
uplifted, flashed keenly in the morning sun; then there was a
terrible shock; hussars and chasseurs were all mingled in a wild
tumultuous mass, and on both sides horses and men went down among
bloody and trodden snow; but the French fled at full speed, leaving
the ground strewed with killed and wounded men, and encumbered by
scared horses that rushed about with empty saddles.
Eighty-five French Chasseurs and fifty of our smart Hussars were
lying there dead or writhing in all the agony of sword wounds among
the snow; but with loud cheers the survivors came trotting into
Benevente, bringing with them seventy dismounted prisoners, among
whom was the leader of the French, superbly dressed in a green
uniform that had a profusion of gold and fur trimming upon it. He
was led forward between two Hussars, who had each his carbine resting
on his thigh.
"Paget," exclaimed Brigadier-General Sir Charles Stewart, hurrying up
at a canter, "allow me to present you with a valuable prisoner. We
have just had the honour to take Lieutenant-General Lefebre
Desnouettes, commander of the cavalry of the Imperial Guard."
Lord Paget bowed very low to the captive.
Pale, exhausted, and covered with sword-cuts, he was the picture of a
soldier; and his eyes had that keen, bright, almost wolfish
expression, peculiar to those who have recently stared the grim King
of Terrors face to face on the battlefield. He was led away, and was
soon after presented to Sir John Moore, to whom he spoke with intense
bitterness of his own defeat.
"Bonaparte," said he, "is the minion of fortune; he never forgives
the unfortunate, but ever believes them culpable!"
Moore sought to console him, and presented him with a splendid
oriental scimitar, which Lefebre ever after preserved with gratitude,
and wore in England, whither he was despatched at once in charge of
Captain Wyndham, one of the general's aides-de-camp.
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