On a great dung-heap in the middle of the court, our men were bayoneting the Germans who were yelling and swearing savagely. I was running hap-hazard through this butchery, when I heard some one call, "Joseph, Joseph!" I looked round, thinking, "That is Buche calling me." In a moment I saw him at the door of a woodshed, crossing bayonets with five or six of our men. I caught sight of Zebede at that same instant, as our company was in that corner, and rushing to Buche's assistance, I shouted, "Zebede!" Parting the combatants, I asked Buche what was the matter. "They want to murder my prisoners!" said he. I joined him, and the others began to load their muskets to shoot us. They were voltigeurs from another battalion. At that moment Zebede came up with several men from our company, and without knowing how the matter stood, he seized the most brutal one by the throat and exclaimed, "My name is Zebede, sergeant of the Sixth light infantry. When this affair is settled, we will have a mutual explanation." Then they went away, and Zebede asked: "What is all this, Joseph?" I told him we had some prisoners. He turned pale with anger against us, but when he went into the wood-shed he saw an old major, who presented him the guard of his sabre in silence, and another soldier, who said in German, "Spare my life, Frenchman; don't take my life." The cries of the dying still filled the court, and his heart relenting, Zebede said, "Very well, I take you prisoners." He went out and shut the door. We did not quit the place again until the assembly began to beat. Then, when the men were in their ranks, Zebede notified Captain Florentin that we had taken a major and a soldier prisoners. They were brought out and marched across the court without arms, and put in a room with three or four others. These were all that remained of the two battalions of Nassau troops which were intrusted with the defence of Haie-Sainte. While this had been going on, two other battalions from Nassau, who were coming to the assistance of their comrades, had been massacred outside by our cuirassiers, so that for the moment we were victorious: we were masters of the principal outpost of the English and could begin our attack on their centre, cut their communication by the highway with Brussels, and throw them into the miserable roads of the forest of Soignes. We had had a hard struggle, but the principal part of the battle had been fought. We were two hundred paces from the English lines, well sheltered from their fire; and I believe, without boasting, that with the bayonet and well supported by the cavalry, we could have fallen upon them, and pierced their line. An hour of good work would have finished the affair.