“You are the Marquis de Chargeboeuf?” said Napoleon, addressing the marquis.
“Yes, Sire.”
“You have children?”
“Many children.”
“Why not give me one of your grandsons? he shall be my page.”
“Ah!” thought Laurence, “there’s the sub-lieutenant after all; he wants to be paid for his mercy.”
The marquis bowed without replying. Happily at this moment General Rapp rushed into the hut.
“Sire, the cavalry of the Guard, and that of the Grand-duc de Berg cannot be set up before midday to-morrow.”
“Never mind,” said Napoleon, turning to Berthier, “we, too, get our reprieves; let us profit by them.”
At a sign of his hand the marquis and Laurence retired and again entered their carriage; the corporal showed them their road and accompanied them to a village where they passed the night. The next day they left the field of battle behind them, followed by the thunder of the cannon,—eight hundred pieces,—which pursued them for ten hours. While still on their way they learned of the amazing victory of Jena.