White Lies [142]
shame then," cried Camille, eagerly.
"Ah! that I will: but how?"
"Take your pencil and write--'I authorize Colonel Dujardin to save the honor of the colonels of the second division.'"
The general hesitated. He had never seen an order so worded. But at last he took out his pencil and wrote the required order, after his own fashion; i.e., in milk and water:--
On account of the singular ability and courage with which Colonel Dujardin has conducted the operations against the Bastion St. Andre, a discretionary power is given him at the moment of assault to carry into effect such measures, as, without interfering with the commander-in-chief's order, may sustain his own credit, and that of the other colonels of the second division.
RAIMBAUT, General of Division.
Camille put the paper into his bosom.
"Now, general, you may leave all to me. I swear to you, Raynal shall not die--shall not lead this assault."
"Your hand, colonel. You are an honor to the French armies. How will you do it?"
"Leave it to me, general, it shall be done."
"I feel it will, my noble fellow: but, alas! I fear not without risking some valuable life or other, most likely your own. Tell me!"
"General, I decline."
"You refuse me, sir?"
"Yes; this order gives me a discretionary power. I will hand back the order at your command; but modify it I will not. Come, sir, you veteran generals have been unjust to me, and listened to me too little all through this siege, but at last you have honored me. This order is the greatest honor that was ever done me since I wore a sword.".
"My poor colonel!"
"Let me wear it intact, and carry it to my grave."
"Say no more! One word--Is there anything on earth I can do for you, my brave soldier?"
"Yes, general. Be so kind as to retire to your quarters; there are reasons why you ought not to be near this post in half an hour."
"I go. Is there NOTHING else?"
"Well, general, ask the good priest Ambrose, to pray for all those who shall die doing their duty to their country this afternoon."
They parted. General Raimbaut looked back more than once at the firm, intrepid figure that stood there unflinching, on the edge of the grave. But HE never took his eye off Raynal. The next minute the sad letter was finished, and Raynal walked out of the tent, and confronted the man he had challenged to single combat.
I have mentioned elsewhere that Colonel Dujardin had eyes strangely compounded of battle and love, of the dove and the hawk. And these, softened by a noble act he meditated, now rested on Raynal with a strange expression of warmth and goodness. This strange gaze struck Raynal, so far at least as this; he saw it was no hostile eye. He was glad of that, for his own heart was calmed and softened by the solemn prospect before him.
"We, too, have a little account to settle before I order out the men," said he, calmly, "and I can't give you a long credit. I am pressed for time."
"Our quarrel is at an end. When duty sounds the recall, a soldier's heart leaves private feuds. See! I come to you without anger and ill-will. Just now my voice was loud, my manner, I dare say, offensive, and menacing even, and that always tempts a brave fellow like you to resist. But now, you see, I am harmless as a woman. We are alone. Humbug to the winds! I know that you are the only man in this army fit to command a division. I know that when you say the assault of that bastion is death, death it is. To the point then; now that my manner is no longer irritating, now that I am going to die, Camille Dujardin, my old comrade, have you the heart to refuse me? am I to die unhappy?"
"No; no: I will do whatever you like."
"You will marry that poor girl, then?"
"Yes."
"Aha! did not I always say he was a good fellow? Clench the nail; give me your honor."
"I give you my honor to marry her, if I live."
"You take a load off me; may Heaven reward you. In one hour those poor women, whose support I had promised to be, will lose their protector; but I give them another
"Ah! that I will: but how?"
"Take your pencil and write--'I authorize Colonel Dujardin to save the honor of the colonels of the second division.'"
The general hesitated. He had never seen an order so worded. But at last he took out his pencil and wrote the required order, after his own fashion; i.e., in milk and water:--
On account of the singular ability and courage with which Colonel Dujardin has conducted the operations against the Bastion St. Andre, a discretionary power is given him at the moment of assault to carry into effect such measures, as, without interfering with the commander-in-chief's order, may sustain his own credit, and that of the other colonels of the second division.
RAIMBAUT, General of Division.
Camille put the paper into his bosom.
"Now, general, you may leave all to me. I swear to you, Raynal shall not die--shall not lead this assault."
"Your hand, colonel. You are an honor to the French armies. How will you do it?"
"Leave it to me, general, it shall be done."
"I feel it will, my noble fellow: but, alas! I fear not without risking some valuable life or other, most likely your own. Tell me!"
"General, I decline."
"You refuse me, sir?"
"Yes; this order gives me a discretionary power. I will hand back the order at your command; but modify it I will not. Come, sir, you veteran generals have been unjust to me, and listened to me too little all through this siege, but at last you have honored me. This order is the greatest honor that was ever done me since I wore a sword.".
"My poor colonel!"
"Let me wear it intact, and carry it to my grave."
"Say no more! One word--Is there anything on earth I can do for you, my brave soldier?"
"Yes, general. Be so kind as to retire to your quarters; there are reasons why you ought not to be near this post in half an hour."
"I go. Is there NOTHING else?"
"Well, general, ask the good priest Ambrose, to pray for all those who shall die doing their duty to their country this afternoon."
They parted. General Raimbaut looked back more than once at the firm, intrepid figure that stood there unflinching, on the edge of the grave. But HE never took his eye off Raynal. The next minute the sad letter was finished, and Raynal walked out of the tent, and confronted the man he had challenged to single combat.
I have mentioned elsewhere that Colonel Dujardin had eyes strangely compounded of battle and love, of the dove and the hawk. And these, softened by a noble act he meditated, now rested on Raynal with a strange expression of warmth and goodness. This strange gaze struck Raynal, so far at least as this; he saw it was no hostile eye. He was glad of that, for his own heart was calmed and softened by the solemn prospect before him.
"We, too, have a little account to settle before I order out the men," said he, calmly, "and I can't give you a long credit. I am pressed for time."
"Our quarrel is at an end. When duty sounds the recall, a soldier's heart leaves private feuds. See! I come to you without anger and ill-will. Just now my voice was loud, my manner, I dare say, offensive, and menacing even, and that always tempts a brave fellow like you to resist. But now, you see, I am harmless as a woman. We are alone. Humbug to the winds! I know that you are the only man in this army fit to command a division. I know that when you say the assault of that bastion is death, death it is. To the point then; now that my manner is no longer irritating, now that I am going to die, Camille Dujardin, my old comrade, have you the heart to refuse me? am I to die unhappy?"
"No; no: I will do whatever you like."
"You will marry that poor girl, then?"
"Yes."
"Aha! did not I always say he was a good fellow? Clench the nail; give me your honor."
"I give you my honor to marry her, if I live."
"You take a load off me; may Heaven reward you. In one hour those poor women, whose support I had promised to be, will lose their protector; but I give them another