the adventures of gerard(吉拉德历险记)-第31部分
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a struggle between two great armies。' Your lesson of nobility is not
wasted。 Behind those fagots is an unguarded door。 Here is the key to it。
Go forth； Colonel Gerard； and I trust that we may never look upon each
other's faces again。〃
I stood for an instant with the key in my hand and my head in a whirl。
Then I handed it back to her。
〃I cannot do it；〃 I said。
〃Why not？〃
〃I have given my parole。〃
〃To whom？〃 she asked。
〃Why； to you。〃
〃And I release you from it。〃
My heart bounded with joy。 Of course； it was true what she said。 I
had refused to give my parole to Sergine。 I owed him no duty。 If she
relieved me from my promise my honour was clear。 I took the key from
her hand。
〃You will find Captain Barakoff at the end of the village street；〃 said
she。 〃We of the North never forget either an injury or a kindness。 He
has your mare and your sword waiting for you。 Do not delay an instant；
for in two hours it will be dawn。〃
So I passed out into the star…lit Russian night； and had that last glimpse
of Sophie as she peered after me through the open door。 She looked
wistfully at me as if she expected something more than the cold thanks
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which I gave her； but even the humblest man has his pride； and I will not
deny that mine was hurt by the deception which she had played upon me。
I could not have brought myself to kiss her hand； far less her lips。 The
door led into a narrow alley； and at the end of it stood a muffled figure；
who held Violette by the bridle。
〃You told me to be kind to the next French officer whom I found in
distress；〃 said he。 〃Good luck！ Bon voyage！〃 he whispered； as I
bounded into the saddle。
〃Remember； 'Poltava' is the watchword。〃
It was well that he had given it to me； for twice I had to pass Cossack
pickets before I was clear of the lines。
I had just ridden past the last vedettes and hoped that I was a free man
again； when there was a soft thudding in the snow behind me； and a heavy
man upon a great black horse came swiftly after me。 My first impulse
was to put spurs to Violette。 My second； as I saw a long black beard
against a steel cuirass； was to halt and await him。
〃I thought that it was you； you dog of a Frenchman；〃 he cried； shaking
his drawn sword at me。 〃So you have broken your parole； you rascal！〃
〃I gave no parole。〃
〃You lie； you hound！〃
I looked around and no one was coming。 The vedettes were
motionless and distant。 We were all alone； with the moon above and the
snow beneath。 Fortune has ever been my friend。
〃I gave you no parole。〃
〃You gave it to the lady。〃
〃Then I will answer for it to the lady。〃
〃That would suit you better； no doubt。 But； unfortunately； you will
have to answer for it to me。〃
〃I am ready。〃
〃Your sword； too！ There is treason in this！ Ah； I see it all！ The
woman has helped you。 She shall see Siberia for this night's work。〃
The words were his death…warrant。 For Sophie's sake I could not let
him go back alive。 Our blades crossed； and an instant later mine was
through his black beard and deep in his throat。 I was on the ground
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almost as soon as he； but the one thrust was enough。 He died； snapping
his teeth at my ankles like a savage wolf。
Two days later I had rejoined the army at Smolensk； and was a part
once more of that dreary procession which tramped onward through the
snow； leaving a long weal of blood to show the path which it had taken。
Enough； my friends； I would not re…awaken the memory of those days
of misery and death。 They still come to haunt me in my dreams。 When
we halted at last in Warsaw we had left behind us our guns； our transport；
and three…fourths of our comrades。 But we did not leave behind us the
honour of Etienne Gerard。 They have said that I broke my parole。 Let
them beware how they say it to my face； for the story is as I tell it； and old
as I am my forefinger is not too weak to press a trigger when my honour is
in question。
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VII 。 How the Brigadier Bore
Himself at Waterloo
I。 THE STORY OF THE FOREST INN
Of all the great battles in which I had the honour of drawing my sword
for the Emperor and for France there was not one which was lost。 At
Waterloo； although； in a sense； I was present； I was unable to fight； and the
enemy was victorious。 It is not for me to say that there is a connection
between these two things。 You know me too well； my friends； to imagine
that I would make such a claim。 But it gives matter for thought； and
some have drawn flattering conclusions from it。
After all； it was only a matter of breaking a few English squares and
the day would have been our own。 If the Hussars of Conflans； with
Etienne Gerard to lead them； could not do this； then the best judges are
mistaken。
But let that pass。 The Fates had ordained that I should hold my hand
and that the Empire should fall。 But they had also ordained that this day
of gloom and sorrow should bring such honour to me as had never come
when I swept on the wings of victory from Boulogne to Vienna。
Never had I burned so brilliantly as at that supreme moment when the
darkness fell upon all around me。 You are aware that I was faithful to the
Emperor in his adversity； and that I refused to sell my sword and my
honour to the Bourbons。 Never again was I to feel my war horse
between my knees； never again to hear the kettledrums and silver trumpets
behind me as I rode in front of my little rascals。 But it comforts my heart；
my friends； and it brings the tears to my eyes； to think how great I was
upon that last day of my soldier life； and to remember that of all the
remarkable exploits which have won me the love of so many beautiful
women； and the respect of so many noble men； there was none which； in
splendour； in audacity； and in the great end which was attained； could
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compare with my famous ride upon the night of June 18th； 1815。 I am
aware that the story is often told at mess…tables and in barrack…rooms； so
that there are few in the army who have not heard it； but modesty has
sealed my lips； until now； my friends； in the privacy of these intimate
gatherings； I am inclined to lay the true facts before you。
In the first place； there is one thing which I can assure you。 In all his
career Napoleon never had so splendid an army as that with which he took
the field for that campaign。 In 1813 France was exhausted。 For every
veteran there were five childrenMarie Louises； as we called them； for the
Empress had busied herself in raising levies while the Emperor took the
field。 But it was very different in 1815。 The prisoners had all come
back the men from the snows of Russia； the men from the dungeons of
Spain； the men from the hulks in England。
These were the dangerous men； veterans of twenty battles； longing for
their old trade； and with hearts filled with hatred and revenge。 The ranks
were full of soldiers who wore two and three chevrons； every chevron
meaning five years' service。 And the spirit of these men was terrible。
They were raging； furious； fanatical； adoring the Emperor as a Mameluke
does his prophet； ready to fall upon their own bayonets if their blood could
serve him。 If you had seen these fierce old veterans going into battle；
with their flushed faces； their savage eyes； their furious yells； you would
wonder that anything could stand against them。 So high was the spirit of
France at that time that every other spirit would have quailed before it； but
these people； these English； had neither spirit nor soul； but only solid；
immovable beef； against which we broke ourselves in vain。 That was it；
my friends！ On the one side； poetry； gallantry； self… sacrificeall that is
beautiful and heroic。 On the other side； beef。 Our hopes； our ideals； our
dreamsall were shattered on that terrible beef of Old England。
You have read how the Emperor gathered his forces； and then how he
and I； with a hundred and thirty thousand veterans； hurried to the northern
frontier and fell upon the Prussians and the English。 On the 16th of June；
Ney held the English in play at Quatre…Bras while we beat the Prussians at
Ligny。 It is not for me
