We sat there talking till ten o'clock, and then all went to bed.
XII
THE ENEMY REPULSED
About one o'clock in the morning of the sixth of January, the day of the feast of the Kings, the enemy arrived on the hill of Saverne.
It was terribly cold, our windows under the persiennes were white with frost. I woke as the clock struck one; they were beating the call at the infantry barracks.
You can have no idea how it sounded in the silence of the night.
"Dost thou hear, Moses?" whispered Sorlé.
"Yes, I hear," said I, almost without breathing.
After a minute some windows were opened in our street, and we knew that others too were listening; then we heard running, and suddenly the cry, "To arms! to arms!"