As the wounded Magyar had said, flesh and blood could not stand it much longer, and Klapka's keen eye saw that the critical moment had arrived.
Another officer darted off like lightning; and we, looking on, saw our cavalry draw up in one immense body.
We could not hear, but we knew they were cheering, and then we watched them move forward.
Walk, trot, gallop! It was a superb spectacle as the sun shone down on the beautiful horses, the forest of glittering swords, the lithe and muscular horsemen.
We held our breath as they flew over the ground, and in our intense excitement almost felt the shock as they crashed into the enemy.
So certain was the result that I asked Klapka's permission to follow, knowing how eager Görgei would be to learn every detail.
As I expected, that last charge broke the Austrian centre through and through; and the men who had stood up so bravely against the pick of our army were thoroughly beaten.
Back they went, helter-skelter, anyhow--men and guns and horses all mixed together!
Here half a company; there part of a squadron; yonder a field-gun, the horses clattering and tearing along like mad.
Back they went pell-mell into their lines, into the village, and through it; at which I turned my horse's head, and rode, cheering like a maniac, to Görgei.