| BOOK TWELVE: 1812
3. CHAPTER III
 (continued)The Emperor began to breathe heavily and rapidly, his lower lip
 trembled, and tears instantly appeared in his fine blue eyes. But this lasted only a moment. He suddenly frowned, as if blaming
 himself for his weakness, and raising his head addressed Michaud in
 a firm voice: "I see, Colonel, from all that is happening, that Providence
 requires great sacrifices of us... I am ready to submit myself in
 all things to His will; but tell me, Michaud, how did you leave the
 army when it saw my ancient capital abandoned without a battle? Did
 you not notice discouragement?..." Seeing that his most gracious ruler was calm once more, Michaud also
 grew calm, but was not immediately ready to reply to the Emperor's
 direct and relevant question which required a direct answer. "Sire, will you allow me to speak frankly as befits a loyal
 soldier?" he asked to gain time. "Colonel, I always require it," replied the Emperor. "Conceal
 nothing from me, I wish to know absolutely how things are." "Sire!" said Michaud with a subtle, scarcely perceptible smile on
 his lips, having now prepared a well-phrased reply, "sire, I left
 the whole army, from its chiefs to the lowest soldier, without
 exception in desperate and agonized terror..." "How is that?" the Emperor interrupted him, frowning sternly. "Would
 misfortune make my Russians lose heart?... Never!" Michaud had only waited for this to bring out the phrase he had
 prepared. "Sire," he said, with respectful playfulness, "they are only
 afraid lest Your Majesty, in the goodness of your heart, should
 allow yourself to be persuaded to make peace. They are burning for the
 combat," declared this representative of the Russian nation, "and to
 prove to Your Majesty by the sacrifice of their lives how devoted they
 are...." "Ah!" said the Emperor reassured, and with a kindly gleam in his
 eyes, he patted Michaud on the shoulder. "You set me at ease,
 Colonel." |