The sword entered the upper part of the chest and disappeared completely in the general's body where Benedict left it, as he sprang back--as a bull fighter leaves his dagger in the breast of the bull. Then, folding his arms, he waited. The general remained standing for a second, staggered, tried to speak; his mouth became full of blood, he made a movement with his sword and the sword fell from his hand; then he, himself, like an uprooted tree, fell full length upon the turf. The surgeon rushed to the body of Sturm; but he was already dead. The point of the sword had gone in below the right shoulder blade, and come out on the left hip, after passing through the heart. "_Sapristi!_" muttered the surgeon, "that's a man well killed." Such was Sturm's funeral oration. THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Prussian Terror, by Alexandre Dumas