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" "I know," said the Emperor. "It comes in the nick of time." "And I have to report, Sire, that the corps of Wittgenstein, Wrede and of the Field-Marshal Bluecher, himself, are strung out at long intervals to the eastward of Champaubert. They have no idea of your proximity." "Are the divisions in supporting distance of one another?" "No, Sire. Olsuvieff's division lies isolated at Champaubert. As to the divisions of Sacken and Yorck I think----" "I have already received information concerning them," said the Emperor, "from your friend, Bullet-Stopper. He should be here." "I am here, your Majesty," roared the grenadier, stepping forward, "and saving your Imperial Presence I am glad to see the lad. It was I," continued the grenadier, addressing Marteau and presuming on the familiarity with which Napoleon sometimes treated his men, "that fired the shot that brought the man down from the window." "And that shot saved us," said young Marteau. "This young peasant here----" he bent over Pierre--"he is not dead, Sire, but sorely wounded--he kept them out up there while we held the room here." "But these?" asked Napoleon, looking at the prisoners. "Renegades who had taken advantage of the absence of the Russians pursuing the escort to the wagon-train to seize the castle." "Why did you not impress them for the defense thereof?" asked the Emperor. "They were French undoubtedly----" "I found them fighting against us." Rapidly and in few words Marteau told the story of the night, touching lightly upon his own part, but the Emperor was soldier enough to read between the words of the narration and reconstruct the scene instantly. He turned to one of his officers. "Take those scoundrels out. Put them up against the wall and shoot them out of hand. They disgrace the name of France. Bid the surgeons of the command come here to look to the wounded." "They are past hope, except the French boy, your Majesty," said Yeovil, who having recovered his own consciousness speedily had been examining them meanwhile. "I have some skill in wounds. One Cossack is already dead. It would be a mercy to put that other out of his misery with that horrible scythe slash." "The Russian officer?" "Gone, too." "And who are you?" "I am a barrister," answered the Englishman in bad but comprehensible French. "A man of the law. You look it not," said the Emperor, smiling faintly. "Necessity makes us all res
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