No finger pressed a trigger. The silence was ghastly.
Ah! a thrill of hope in the breast of the greater Captain, of despair in the heart of the lesser2.
"By God!" muttered Yeovil, "he has lost them!"
The Marquis spurred his horse forward.
"Your oath! For France! The King! Fire!" he shouted.
And now a greater voice broke the silence.
"Comrades! Do you not know me?" said the Emperor. Was there a tremble in his clear, magnificent voice? He paused, his speech stopped. "Behold your General," he resumed. He waited a few seconds again and then finally, desperately3, "Let any one among you who wishes to kill his Emperor fire—now."
He raised his voice tremendously with that last word. It almost came with the force and clearness of a battle-cry. The Marquis sat stupefied, his face ghastly pale.
"There is yet time," he cried hoarsely4 at last. "Is there none here faithful to his King? Fire!"
But the gun-barrels were coming down. "Comrade! General! Emperor!" who could be indifferent to that appeal? Disregarding the old Marquis absolutely, as if he were not on the earth, the Emperor came nearer smiling. He was irresistible5 to these soldiers when he smiled.
"Well," he said, his hands outstretched and open, "soldiers of the Fifth, who were with me in Italy, how are you all? I am come back to see you again, mes enfants," he went on genially6. "Is there any one of you who wishes to kill me?"
"No, no, Sire. Certainly not," came the cry.
"Escape," whispered the Marquis to the Englishman, "while there is yet time to take my niece away. To you I commit her.… St. Laurent, to the town with the tidings!"
"By God, no," growled7 Yeovil, as St. Laurent saluted8 and galloped9 rapidly down the road. "I am going to see the end of this. The damned cravens!" he muttered, looking at the soldiers.
"And yet," continued Napoleon to the troops, "you presented your guns at me."
"Sire," cried one of the veterans, dropping his musket10 and running his ramrod down the barrel, "it is not loaded. We only went through the motions."
The Emperor laughed. He was nearer.
"Lestoype," he said, "is it thou, old comrade, and Grenier and Drehon!"
It was astonishing that he should remember them, but so he did. He went down the line, speaking to the men, inspecting them just as of old. The officers could not keep them in line. They crowded about their old leader. Shouts of "Vive l'Empereur!" rent the air. Men took off their caps, tore out the hated white cockades, trampled11 them under foot, and from pockets where they had concealed12 them for this very moment, they replaced them with the tricolor.
In his movements the Emperor at last confronted the Marquis.
"And who is this?" asked Napoleon, staring up at him curiously13.
The Marquis' heart was broken. It was not in the human power of any servant of the King to dominate that scene. A greater personality than his was there. The Emperor had shown himself as of yore, and exhibited his mastery. But no greater ideal possessed14 any man than that in the heart of the old noble. He hated, he loathed15, he abominated16 the man who looked up at him. He saw in the action of the soldiery a picture of the action of France, the downfall of the King. Well, it flashed into his mind that he at least, and perhaps he alone, might put a stop to it. From his holster he whipped out a pistol and leveled it at the Emperor. Lestoype, riding near, struck up his hand, the bullet sped harmlessly, the Emperor stood unharmed. A roar of rage burst from the soldiers who came running. Dropping the weapon and reining17 his startled horse violently back, so as to give himself a certain present and temporary freedom of action, the Marquis drew his other pistol. Lestoype spurred his horse in front of the Emperor, but Napoleon was not menaced.
"Have no fear," said the Marquis almost gently. "I have failed my King. The bullet goes into a truer heart—my own," he added proudly.
Before any one could stop him there was a flash, a muffled18 report, the spare figure reeled and fell forward on the saddle. He, at least, after the manner of his house, would not survive a failure which, although he could not prevent it, must inevitably19 be charged against him.
"A brave man," said the Emperor coolly, staring at him with his hard, bright, gray eyes. "See that his body 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 Château 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 condemned20 him to death."
"He has not yet been shot?"
"Not yet, Sire. He waits the return of the regiment21."
"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-Arrêt 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 wagon22 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 predilection23.
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 garrisoned24 walls of the town.
Labédoyère had obeyed orders in some particulars. The ramparts had been manned, the cannon25 were loaded, torches were blazing on the walls, and the town was awake and seething26 with excitement. He had declared for the Emperor, and after a sharp little conflict had disarmed27 the royalist cavalry28 and himself held the gates. Every regiment that had come in had cast its lot in with Napoleon. As the soldiers in the town heard, in the twilight29, the beating of the drums—"La Grenadière" the old march again!—the Colonel of the Seventh, having seized the few royalists, opened the gates, marched out at the head of the troops to receive the Emperor with arms, yes, but with open arms. Amid the shouts of the citizens and the delirious30 joy of the soldiery, the Emperor entered the city; in his train, first fruits of the war, was the body of the old servant of the unfortunate King.
It was Pierre who burst into the apartment of the little Countess with the news.
"The Emperor is here, mademoiselle," he cried enthusiastically. "The soldiers are bringing him to the palace."
"And Marteau?"
"He will be free."
"Thank God!" cried the girl, and then she remembered her uncle. "And the Marquis?" she asked.
"My dearest Laure," said the kindly31, sympathetic voice of Captain Frank Yeovil, stepping out of the twilight of the hall into the bright light of the little drawing-room where last night she had bade farewell to Marteau, "prepare yourself for some dreadful——"
"Yes, yes, I know," she interrupted. "The Emperor is here."
"The troops went over to him."
"And my uncle?"
"He——"
"Speak, monsieur. What has happened? Did the Emperor——"
"No one harmed him. He could not survive the disgrace, mademoiselle. Prepare yourself."
"Oh, for God's sake, delay not your tidings."
"He died like a soldier of France on the field, by his own hand rather than survive what he wrongfully thought his shame."
It was the policy of the Emperor to be merciful; it was his wish to be clement32. If possible, he wanted peace. If mercy and gentleness could get it he could have it. He gave free permission to Sir Gervaise Yeovil and his son to return to England. He made no objection to their taking with them the Countess Laure, now the last of the line. He, himself, was present at the funeral of the Marquis, who was buried with all the military honors of his rank and station. There were generous hearts among those Frenchmen. As the representative of the King they had hated him, but when he had died so gallantly33 rather than survive what his nice sensibility believed to be his dishonor, his failure at any rate, they honored him. If he had been a Marshal of France they could have done no more.
Marteau, restored to his rank and position as aide to the Emperor, had but a few moments with the grief-stricken woman.
"No," she said sadly, "it makes no difference. You know my heart. No words that I can utter could add anything more to the testimony34 I have given you. But I had promised my uncle, and now that he is dead, the promise is doubly sacred. I must go. Thank your Emperor for me for all he has done for me, his enemy, and for my friends, and for what he has done for you. Tell him the story of the Eagle, and the little part in it that I played and—you will not forget me as I will not forget you."
"God grant," said the young soldier, "that I may die for France on some battlefield, my last thought of you."
"Ah, if that should befall you, I should envy you your rest. Would to God I might look forward to such a quick and happy ending," said the grief-stricken woman, turning away.
The next morning, with great ceremony and much rejoicing, the Eagle was brought out, and the Emperor once more presented it to the regiment. He did more than that. He signalized the action of the Fifth-of-the-Line, the news of which had been sent broadcast by couriers and which struck a keynote for the army to follow, by incorporating it as a supplementary35 Fifth regiment of Grenadiers of the Guard. He promised them a new flag and new bearskins. He promoted Lestoype to be a lieutenant-colonel, Labédoyère to be a general, and promised every veteran officer his old rank or higher in the new army to be formed. The men were promised bounties36 and rewards, and, with high hopes and glorious anticipations37, the march for Paris was begun.
So by the wayside and in the fields around this little army in that springtime, the violets bloomed again.
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