uit of the Swedish
right to decide the day, but Pappenheim was not to come. Though driven
back by the first impetuous charge of the Imperial cavalry, the Swedes
under Stalhaus, reinforced by the Scottish regiments under Henderson,
stubbornly opposed their further attacks.

While leading his men forward Pappenheim fell with two musketballs
through his body. While lying there the rumour for the first time
reached him that Gustavus had been killed. When upon inquiry the truth
of the rumour was confirmed, the eyes of the dying man lighted up.

"Tell Wallenstein," he said to the officer nearest to him, "that I am
lying here without hope of life, but I die gladly, knowing, as I now
know, that the irreconcilable enemy of my faith has fallen on the same
day."

The Imperialists, discouraged by the fall of their general, could
not withstand the ardour with which the Swedes and Scottish infantry
attacked them, and the cavalry rode from the field. Elsewhere the
battle was still raging. Wallenstein's right and centre had driven Count
Bernhard, the Duke of Brahe, and Kniphausen across that desperately
contested road, but beyond this they could not force them, so stubbornly
and desperately did they fight. But Stalhaus and his men, refreshed and
invigorated by their victory over Pappenheim's force, again came up
and took their part in the fight. Wallenstein had no longer a hope of
victory, he fought now only to avoid defeat. The sun had already set,
and if he could but maintain his position for another half hour darkness
would save his army.

He fell back across the road again, fighting stubbornly and in good
order, and extending his line to the left to prevent Stalhaus from
turning his flank; and in this order the terrible struggle continued
till nightfall. Both sides fought with splendid bravery. The Swedes,
eager for the victory once again apparently within their grasp, pressed
on with fury, while the Imperialists opposed them with the most stubborn
obstinacy.

Seven times did Piccolomini charge with his cavalry upon the advancing
Swedes. Seven times was his horse shot under him, but remounting each
time, he drew off his men in good order, and in readiness to dash
forward again at the first opportunity. The other Imperialist generals
fought with equal courage and coolness, while Wallenstein, present
wherever the danger was thickest, animated all by his courage and
coolness. Though forced step by step to retire, the Imperialist