(The fife plays. The wounded rise to their feet. The Cadets form a group around Cyrano and the little flag; others climb into and upon the coach, making it look like a small fortress.)
A CADET (coming up from the outside of the embankment, backward, still fighting).
They come! they come!
(Falls down dead.)
CYRANO.
We'll give them a salute!
(The embankment is at once occupied by a troop of the enemy, with large flags waving.)
Fire!
(General discharge.)