"I tell you we must push on and ever on!" cried the old fellow, with a furious German oath."I promised Wellington that I would be there with the whole army even if I had to be strapped to my horse.Bulow's corps is in action, and Ziethen's shall support it with every man and gun.Forward, Gneisenau, forward!"The other shook his head.
"You must remember, your Excellency, that if the English are beaten they will make for the coast.What will your position be then, with Grouchy between you and the Rhine?""We shall beat them, Gneisenau; the Duke and I will grind them to powder between us.Push on, I say! The whole war will be ended in one blow.Bring Pirsch up, and we can throw sixty thousand men into the scale while Thielmann holds Grouchy beyond Wavre."Gneisenau shrugged his shoulders, but at that instant an orderly appeared at the door.
"An aide-de-camp from the Duke of Wellington," said he."Ha, ha!" cried the old man; "let us hear what he has to say!"An English officer, with mud and blood all over his scarlet jacket, staggered into the room.A crimson- stained handkerchief was knotted round his arm, and he held the table to keep himself from falling.
"My message is to Marshal Blucher," said he;"I am Marshal Blucher.Go on! go on!" cried the impatient old man."The Duke bade me to tell you, sir, that the British Army can hold itsown and that he has no fears for the result.The French cavalry has been destroyed, two of their divisions of infantry have ceased to exist, and only the Guard is in reserve.If you give us a vigorous support the defeat will be changed to absolute rout and--" His knees gave way under him and he fell in a heap upon the floor.
"Enough! enough!" cried Blucher."Gneisenau, send an aide-de- camp to Wellington and tell him to rely upon me to the full.Come on, gentlemen, we have our work to do!" He bustled eagerly out of the room with all his staff clanking behind him, while two orderlies carried the English messenger to the care of the surgeon.
Gneisenau, the Chief of the Staff, had lingered behind for an instant, and he laid his hand upon one of the aides- de-camp.The fellow had attracted my attention, for I have always a quick eye for a fine man.He was tall and slender, the very model of a horseman; indeed, there was something in his appearance which made it not unlike my own.His face was dark and as keen as that of a hawk, with fierce black eyes under thick, shaggy brows, and a moustache which would have put him in the crack squadron of my Hussars.He wore a green coat with white facings, and a horse-hair helmet--a Dragoon, as I conjectured, and as dashing a cavalier as one would wish to have at the end of one's sword-point.
"A word with you, Count Stein," said Gneisenau."If the enemy are routed, but if the Emperor escapes, he will rally another army, and all will have to be done again.
But if we can get the Emperor, then the war is indeed ended.It is worth a great effort and a great risk for such an object as that."The young Dragoon said nothing, but he listened attentively.
"Suppose the Duke of Wellington's words should prove to be correct, and the French army should be driven in utter rout from the field, the Emperor will certainly take the road back through Genappe and Charleroi as being the shortest to the frontier.We can imagine that his horses will be fleet, and that the fugitives will make way for him.Our cavalry will follow the rear of the beaten army, but the Emperor will be far away at the front of the throng."The young Dragoon inclined his head.
"To you, Count Stein, I commit the Emperor.If you take him your name will live in history.You have the reputation of being the hardest rider in our army.
Do you choose such comrades as you may select--ten or a dozen should be enough.You are not to engage in the battle, nor are you to follow the general pursuit, but you are to ride clear of the crowd, reserving your energies for a nobler end.Do you understand me?"Again the Dragoon inclined his head.This silence impressed me.I felt that he was indeed a dangerous man.
"Then I leave the details in your own hands.Strike at no one exceptthe highest.You cannot mistake the Imperial carriage, nor can you fail to recognise the figure of the Emperor.Now I must follow the Marshal.
Adieu! If ever I see you again I trust that it will be to congratulate you upon a deed which will ring through Europe."The Dragoon saluted and Gneisenau hurried from the room.The young officer stood in deep thought for a few moments.Then he followed the Chief of the Staff.
I looked with curiosity from my loophole to see what his next proceeding would be.His horse, a fine, strong chestnut with two white stockings, was fastened to the rail of the inn.He sprang into the saddle, and, riding to intercept a column of cavalry which was passing, he spoke to an officer at the head of the leading regiment.
Presently after some talk I saw two Hussars--it was a Hussar regiment--drop out of the ranks and take up their position beside Count Stein.The next regiment was also stopped, and two Lancers were added to his escort.The next furnished him with two Dragoons and the next with two Cuirassiers.Then he drew his little group of horsemen aside and he gathered them round him, explaining to them what they had to do.Finally the nine soldiers rode off together and disappeared into the Wood of Paris.
I need not tell you, my friends, what all this portended.
Indeed, he had acted exactly as I should have done in his place.From each colonel he had demanded the two best horsemen in the regiment, and so he had assembled a band who might expect to catch whatever they should follow.Heaven help the Emperor if, without an escort, he should find them on his track!
