France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Napoleon I, Emperor of the French, 1769-1821 -- Fiction
It was agreed that the two boys should set out the next morning at
daybreak. This resolution drove Madame Teutch to despair, for, as she
said, she felt as if she had a little family, and she loved them as if
they were her own children. But she was too reasonable to attempt to
delay, much less to prevent, a departure which she knew to be inevitable
and, above all, urgent. She entered therefore into all their plans; the
only condition that she made was that she herself might be allowed to
give them the last meal that they were to take in her house.
Not only was the offer accepted, but the young comrades, who regarded
Madame Teutch, if not as a mother, at least as a friend, insisted that
she should do the honors of the repast; an invitation which pleased her
so greatly that she immediately gave orders to the cook for the best
supper he could provide, and then hastened up to her room to don the
handsomest gown she possessed.
And as the supper preparations and Madame Teutch's toilet would consume
at least half an hour, the two boys decided to employ that time in
making ready for their departure.
The Paris diligence, in which Eugene had engaged a place, was to start
at daybreak. Charles intended to accompany his friend to the diligence
and then to start for Auenheim, where Pichegru had his headquarters.
Auenheim is some twenty-four miles distant from Strasbourg. It was one
of the eight or ten fortresses which, like advance sentinels, watched
over the safety of the frontiers around Strasbourg.
Charles had need of a good night's rest to prepare for such a fatiguing
journey. And it was to secure an uninterrupted sleep that Madame Teutch
advised the boys to look over their papers and to pack their trunks
before supper.
In the meantime Augereau went to the barracks to leave word that, as he
was to sup in the city, he did not know when he would return that
evening, if he returned at all. As fencing-master he enjoyed many
advantages over the other volunteers of Paris, who in their turn
possessed immunities which the soldiers of the country were not allowed.
The two boys left the communicating door between their rooms open, so
that they could still talk with each other, although each was in his own
room.
Now that they were to part, each planned out his future as he intended
it to be.
"I," said Eugene, as he classified his military documents, "shall never
be anything but a soldier. I know but little Latin, for which I have a
strong dislike, and still less Greek, of which I don't understand a
word. On the other hand, give me a horse, I don't care what it is, and I
can ride it; I can hit the bull's-eye at twenty paces every time, and
Augereau had told you himself that I need fear no one with sword or
sabre. As soon as I hear a drum or a trumpet, my heart beats and the
blood rushes to my head. I shall certainly be a soldier like my father.
Who knows? Perhaps I shall become a general like him. It's fine to be a
general."
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