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war and peace 52

war and peace 52


Prince Andrew jumped up as if someone had burned him, and again began

pacing up and down in front of the shed.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER XXVI

 

On August 25, the eve of the battle of Borodino, M. de Beausset, prefect

of the French Emperor's palace, arrived at Napoleon's quarters at

Valuevo with Colonel Fabvier, the former from Paris and the latter from

Madrid.

 

Donning his court uniform, M. de Beausset ordered a box he had brought

for the Emperor to be carried before him and entered the first

compartment of Napoleon's tent, where he began opening the box while

conversing with Napoleon's aides-de-camp who surrounded him.

 

Fabvier, not entering the tent, remained at the entrance talking to some

generals of his acquaintance.

 

The Emperor Napoleon had not yet left his bedroom and was finishing his

toilet. Slightly snorting and grunting, he presented now his back and

now his plump hairy chest to the brush with which his valet was rubbing

him down. Another valet, with his finger over the mouth of a bottle, was

sprinkling Eau de Cologne on the Emperor's pampered body with an

expression which seemed to say that he alone knew where and how much Eau

de Cologne should be sprinkled. Napoleon's short hair was wet and matted

on the forehead, but his face, though puffy and yellow, expressed

physical satisfaction. "Go on, harder, go on!" he muttered to the valet

who was rubbing him, slightly twitching and grunting. An aide-de-camp,

who had entered the bedroom to report to the Emperor the number of

prisoners taken in yesterday's action, was standing by the door after

delivering his message, awaiting permission to withdraw. Napoleon,

frowning, looked at him from under his brows.

 

"No prisoners!" said he, repeating the aide-de-camp's words. "They are

forcing us to exterminate them. So much the worse for the Russian

army.... Go on... harder, harder!" he muttered, hunching his back and

presenting his fat shoulders.

 

"All right. Let Monsieur de Beausset enter, and Fabvier too," he said,

nodding to the aide-de-camp.

 

"Yes, sire," and the aide-de-camp disappeared through the door of the

tent.

 

Two valets rapidly dressed His Majesty, and wearing the blue uniform of

the Guards he went with firm quick steps to the reception room.

 

De Beausset's hands meanwhile were busily engaged arranging the present

he had brought from the Empress, on two chairs directly in front of the

entrance. But Napoleon had dressed and come out with such unexpected

rapidity that he had not time to finish arranging the surprise.

 

Napoleon noticed at once what they were about and guessed that they were

not ready. He did not wish to deprive them of the pleasure of giving him

a surprise, so he pretended not to see de Beausset and called Fabvier to

him, listening silently and with a stern frown to what Fabvier told him

of the heroism and devotion of his troops fighting at Salamanca, at the

other end of Europe, with but one thought--to be worthy of their

Emperor--and but one fear--to fail to please him. The result of that

battle had been deplorable. Napoleon made ironic remarks during

Fabvier's account, as if he had not expected that matters could go

otherwise in his absence.

 

"I must make up for that in Moscow," said Napoleon. "I'll see you

later," he added, and summoned de Beausset, who by that time had

prepared the surprise, having placed something on the chairs and covered

it with a cloth.

 

De Beausset bowed low, with that courtly French bow which only the old

retainers of the Bourbons knew how to make, and approached him,

presenting an envelope.

 

Napoleon turned to him gaily and pulled his ear.

 

"You have hurried here. I am very glad. Well, what is Paris saying?" he

asked, suddenly changing his former stern expression for a most cordial

tone.

 

"Sire, all Paris regrets your absence," replied de Beausset as was

proper.

 

But though Napoleon knew that de Beausset had to say something of this

kind, and though in his lucid moments he knew it was untrue, he was

pleased to hear it from him. Again he honored him by touching his ear.

 

"I am very sorry to have made you travel so far," said he.

 

"Sire, I expected nothing less than to find you at the gates of Moscow,"

replied de Beausset.

 

Napoleon smiled and, lifting his head absent-mindedly, glanced to the

right. An aide-de-camp approached with gliding steps and offered him a

gold snuffbox, which he took.

 

"Yes, it has happened luckily for you," he said, raising the open

snuffbox to his nose. "You are fond of travel, and in three days you

will see Moscow. You surely did not expect to see that Asiatic capital.

You will have a pleasant journey."

 

De Beausset bowed gratefully at this regard for his taste for travel (of

which he had not till then been aware).

 

"Ha, what's this?" asked Napoleon, noticing that all the courtiers were

looking at something concealed under a cloth.

 

With courtly adroitness de Beausset half turned and without turning his

back to the Emperor retired two steps, twitching off the cloth at the

same time, and said:

 

"A present to Your Majesty from the Empress."

 

It was a portrait, painted in bright colors by Gerard, of the son borne

to Napoleon by the daughter of the Emperor of Austria, the boy whom for

some reason everyone called "The King of Rome."

 

A very pretty curly-headed boy with a look of the Christ in the Sistine

Madonna was depicted playing at stick and ball. The ball represented the

terrestrial globe and the stick in his other hand a scepter.

 

Though it was not clear what the artist meant to express by depicting

the so-called King of Rome spiking the earth with a stick, the allegory

apparently seemed to Napoleon, as it had done to all who had seen it in

Paris, quite clear and very pleasing.

 

"The King of Rome!" he said, pointing to the portrait with a graceful

gesture. "Admirable!"

 

With the natural capacity of an Italian for changing the expression of

his face at will, he drew nearer to the portrait and assumed a look of

pensive tenderness. He felt that what he now said and did would be

historical, and it seemed to him that it would now be best for him--

whose grandeur enabled his son to play stick and ball with the

terrestrial globe--to show, in contrast to that grandeur, the simplest

paternal tenderness. His eyes grew dim, he moved forward, glanced round

at a chair (which seemed to place itself under him), and sat down on it

before the portrait. At a single gesture from him everyone went out on

tiptoe, leaving the great man to himself and his emotion.

 

Having sat still for a while he touched--himself not knowing why--the

thick spot of paint representing the highest light in the portrait,

rose, and recalled de Beausset and the officer on duty. He ordered the

portrait to be carried outside his tent, that the Old Guard, stationed

round it, might not be deprived of the pleasure of seeing the King of

Rome, the son and heir of their adored monarch.

 

And while he was doing M. de Beausset the honor of breakfasting with

him, they heard, as Napoleon had anticipated, the rapturous cries of the

officers and men of the Old Guard who had run up to see the portrait.

 

"Vive l'Empereur! Vive le roi de Rome! Vive l'Empereur!" came those

ecstatic cries.

 

After breakfast Napoleon in de Beausset's presence dictated his order of

the day to the army.

 

"Short and energetic!" he remarked when he had read over the

proclamation which he had dictated straight off without corrections. It

ran:

 

Soldiers! This is the battle you have so longed for. Victory depends on

you. It is essential for us; it will give us all we need: comfortable

quarters and a speedy return to our country. Behave as you did at

Austerlitz, Friedland, Vitebsk, and Smolensk. Let our remotest posterity

recall your achievements this day with pride. Let it be said of each of

you: "He was in the great battle before Moscow!"

 

"Before Moscow!" repeated Napoleon, and inviting M. de Beausset, who was

so fond of travel, to accompany him on his ride, he went out of the tent

to where the horses stood saddled.

 

"Your Majesty is too kind!" replied de Beausset to the invitation to

accompany the Emperor; he wanted to sleep, did not know how to ride and

was afraid of doing so.

 

But Napoleon nodded to the traveler, and de Beausset had to mount. When

Napoleon came out of the tent the shouting of the Guards before his

son's portrait grew still louder. Napoleon frowned.

 

"Take him away!" he said, pointing with a gracefully majestic gesture to

the portrait. "It is too soon for him to see a field of battle."

 

De Beausset closed his eyes, bowed his head, and sighed deeply, to

indicate how profoundly he valued and comprehended the Emperor's words.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER XXVII

 

On the twenty-fifth of August, so his historians tell us, Napoleon spent

the whole day on horseback inspecting the locality, considering plans

submitted to him by his marshals, and personally giving commands to his

generals.

 

The original line of the Russian forces along the river Kolocha had been

dislocated by the capture of the Shevardino Redoubt on the twenty-

fourth, and part of the line--the left flank--had been drawn back. That

part of the line was not entrenched and in front of it the ground was

more open and level than elsewhere. It was evident to anyone, military

or not, that it was here the French should attack. It would seem that

not much consideration was needed to reach this conclusion, nor any

particular care or trouble on the part of the Emperor and his marshals,

nor was there any need of that special and supreme quality called genius

that people are so apt to ascribe to Napoleon; yet the historians who

described the event later and the men who then surrounded Napoleon, and

he himself, thought otherwise.

 

Napoleon rode over the plain and surveyed the locality with a profound

air and in silence, nodded with approval or shook his head dubiously,

and without communicating to the generals around him the profound course

of ideas which guided his decisions merely gave them his final

conclusions in the form of commands. Having listened to a suggestion

from Davout, who was now called Prince d'Eckmuhl, to turn the Russian

left wing, Napoleon said it should not be done, without explaining why

not. To a proposal made by General Campan (who was to attack the

fleches) to lead his division through the woods, Napoleon agreed, though

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