King of Sweden was murdered by Franz Albert; but the absolute
facts must ever remain in doubt.

On the morning after the battle Wallenstein, having been joined by
Pappenheim's infantry, sent a division of Croats back to the battlefield
to take possession of it should they find that the Swedes had retired;
but on their report that they still held the ground he retired at once
from Leipzig, and, evacuating Saxony, marched into Bohemia, leaving the
Swedes free to accomplish their junction with the army of the Elector,
thus gaining the object for which they had fought at Lutzen.

After the death of the king, Malcolm Graheme, full of grief and rage at
the loss of the monarch who was loved by all his troops, and had treated
him with special kindness, joined the soldiers of Duke Bernhard, and
took part in the charge which swept back the Imperialists and captured
the cannon on the hill. At the very commencement of the struggle his
horse fell dead under him, and he fought on foot among the Swedish
infantry; but when the arrival of Pappenheim on the field enabled the
Imperialists again to assume the offensive, Malcolm, having picked up
a pike from the hands of a dead soldier, fought shoulder to shoulder in
the ranks as the Swedes, contesting stubbornly every foot of the ground,
were gradually driven back towards the road.

Suddenly a shot struck him; he reeled backwards a few feet, strove to
steady himself and to level his pike, and then all consciousness left
him, and he fell prostrate. Again and again, as the fortune of the
desperate fray wavered one way or the other, did friend and foe pass
over the place where he lay.

So thickly strewn was the field with dead that the combatants in their
desperate struggle had long ceased to pick their way over the fallen,
but trampled ruthlessly upon and over them as, hoarsely shouting their
battle cry, they either pressed forward after the slowly retreating foe
or with obstinate bravery strove to resist the charges of the enemy.
When Malcolm recovered his consciousness all was still, save that
here and there a faint moan was heard from others who like himself lay
wounded on the battlefield. The night was intensely dark, and Malcolm's
first sensation was that of bitter cold.

It was indeed freezing severely, and great numbers of the wounded who
might otherwise have survived were frozen to death before morning; but
a few, and among these were Malcolm, were saved by the frost. Although