dy is cared for in accordance with
his rank and his courage. But who are these?" he asked, remounting his
horse and facing the two Englishmen, who had dismounted and received
the body of the Marquis, stone dead instantly. "As I live, it is the
man of law," he said, his marvelous memory serving him well again, "who
was at the Chateau d'Aumenier. It only needs Marteau----"

"He is alive, your Majesty," interposed Lestoype eagerly. "He brought
back our Eagle and is----"

"Where is it, and why is he not with you?"

"The Eagle is in hiding somewhere in Grenoble, Marteau in prison. He
hid it, and because he would not tell where, the Marquis yonder
condemned him to death."

"He has not yet been shot?"

"Not yet, Sire. He waits the return of the regiment."

"Good," said the Emperor. "We will surprise him. Face the men about.
We shall go on to Grenoble and see what welcome awaits us there."

He was in high spirits. In this first clash with the troops of King
Louis he found that he exercised the old influence over them and from
the army, at least, he now realized that he had nothing to fear.

One of the men who had stood nearest the Emperor back of Cambronne was
an old grenadier. He had recognized the Marquis d'Aumenier, he had
heard the Emperor's conversation and the name of Marteau, and a thrill
went through the heart of old Bal-Arret when he learned that his
beloved officer and friend was yet alive.

The body of the old Marquis--covered with his cloak, and over his heart
the now discarded royal standard, for which nobody cared since he was
dead--was placed on a farm wagon and escorted back to Grenoble by some
of the officers of the regiment and two companies, with reversed arms.
He was watched over by the two Englishmen, whom Napoleon freely
permitted to follow their own pleasure in their movements, being
desirous of not adding fuel to any possible fire of animosity and of
showing every respect to every Frenchman, whatever his predilection.

With the Fifth-of-the-Line in the lead, the army moved forward after a
halt for noonday meal. The greatly relieved, happy and confident
Emperor, riding now with the old regiment of Italy in the van, and now
with the grenadiers in the rear, approached Grenoble late in the
afternoon. The short March day was drawing to a close when they came
in sight of the heavily garrisoned walls of the town.

Labedoyere had obeyed orders in some particulars. The ramparts had
been