"If death
is before us, it is also behind us. To attack and conquer--that is our
only hope of salvation. Forward, then, at once. That is the only way of
disconcerting our enemies. He who hesitates is a coward! Forward!"
A shout of approval from two thousand throats replied:
"Forward!"
They unfurled the tri-color, that much regretted flag that reminded
them of so much glory, and so many great misfortunes; the drums began to
beat, and with shouts of: "Vive Napoleon II.!" the whole column took up
its line of march.
Pale, with clothing in disorder, and voices husky with fatigue and
emotion, M. d'Escorval and the abbe followed the rebels, imploring them
to listen to reason.
They saw the precipice toward which these misguided creatures were
rushing, and they prayed God for an inspiration to check them.
In fifty minutes the distance separating the Croix d'Arcy from
Montaignac is traversed.
Soon they see the gate of the citadel, which was to have been opened for
them by their friends within the walls.
It is eleven o'clock, and yet this gate stands open.
Pages:
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269