“We will soon enough,” exclaimed the prince; and when he then walked along the ranks, he asked a tall, broad-shouldered grenadier. “Well, how many French soldiers will you take?”
“Five,” said the grenadier.
“And you?” said the prince, to another grenadier.
“Three,” he replied.
“I shall not take less than seven!” shouted another.
“I shall not take less than ten!” said still another.
The prince laughed and passed on.
When the night had further advanced, he rode with his staff to a hill near Kapellendorf, where he had established his headquarters.
From this hill he closely scanned the position of the enemy, whose camp was marked only by a few lights and bivouac-fires.
“We shall have nothing to do to-morrow,” said the prince, turning to his officers. “It seems the principal army of the French is moving toward Leipsic and Naumburg. At the best, we shall have a few skirmishes of no consequence to-morrow. We may, therefore, calmly go to bed, and so may our soldiers. Good-night, gentlemen.”