"In other words," said the general, drawing his from its scabbard, "it is not fit for use. Take mine." And Pichegru, unbuckling his own sword, gave it to him.
"But, general, what shall I do with your sword?"
"You will defend yourself, and return blow for blow."
"I should never dare to use it."
"Then you will let it be taken from you."
"I! I will defend it with my life." Then, putting the hilt of the sword to his lips, he kissed it.
"That will do. When the sword of honor that I have sent for comes, you can return me this one."
"Oh!" said Falou, "if it is all the same to you, general, I would rather keep this one."
"Well, then, keep it, animal; and do not put on so many airs."
"Oh! comrades!" cried Falou, darting out of the room, "the general called me animal, and gave me his sword! Long live the Republic!"