I have said that it was a fight that day between the soul of
France and the beef of England, but it must be confessed that we
found the beef was very tough. It was clear that if the Emperor
could not defeat the English when alone, then it might, indeed,
go hard with him now that sixty thousand of these cursed
Prussians were swarming on his flank. In any case, with this
secret in my possession, my place was by his side.
I had made my way out of the inn in the dashing manner which I
have described to you when last we met, and I left the English
aide-de-camp shaking his foolish fist out of the window. I could
not but laugh as I looked back at him, for his angry red face was
framed and frilled with hay. Once out on the road I stood erect
in my stirrups, and I put on the handsome black riding- coat,
lined with red, which had belonged to him. It fell to the top of
my high boots, and covered my tell-tale uniform completely. As
to my busby, there are many such in the German service, and there
was no reason why it should attract attention.
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