"That was why you would not fire?"
"Yes. A son could not kill his father, even though he be his enemy."
"But you allowed a father to kill his son?"
"I could not help it. It was fate."
"No, no, my son! You shall not die! You must live!"
"God wills otherwise, father. Farewell! I have only seen you for a minute, but I am satisfied."
Gauthier made a great effort to get up, smiled at the Prince, and then fell back dead.
"My boy, my boy!" exclaimed the Prince, in desperation, stooping over the dead body of his son. "Dead, dead, and killed by me, his father! And this is the work of our Czar! Oh, cruel fate!"
"THE GENERAL REMAINED KNEELING BY THE SIDE OF HIS SON."