"This," said Massena, "is Voltigeur, the swiftest horse in our army.What I desire is that you should start tonight, ride round the lines upon the flank, make your way across the enemy's rear, and return upon the other flank, bringing me news of his disposition.You will wear a uniform, and will, therefore, if captured, be safe from the death of a spy.It is probable that you will get through the lines unchallenged, for the posts are very scattered.Once through, in daylight you can outride anything which you meet, and if you keep off the roads you may escape entirely unnoticed.If you have not reported yourself by to-morrow night, I will understand that you are taken, and I will offer them Colonel Petrie in exchange."Ah, how my heart swelled with pride and joy as I sprang into the saddle and galloped this grand horse up and down to show the Marshal the mastery which I had of him! He was magnificent--we were both magnificent, for Massena clapped his hands and cried out in his delight.
It was not I, but he, who said that a gallant beast deserves a gallant rider.Then, when for the third time, with my panache flying and my dolman streaming behind me, I thundered past him, I saw upon his hard old face that he had no longer any doubt that he had chosen the man for his purpose.I drew my sabre, raised the hilt to my lips in salute, and galloped on to my own quarters.
Already the news had spread that I had been chosen for a mission, and my little rascals came swarming out of their tents to cheer me.Ah! it brings the tears to my old eyes when I think how proud they were of their Colonel.
And I was proud of them also.They deserved a dashing leader.
The night promised to be a stormy one, which was very much to my liking.It was my desire to keep my departure most secret, for it was evident that if the English heard that I had been detached from the army they would naturally conclude that something important was about to happen.My horse was taken, therefore, beyond the picket line, as if for watering, and I followed and mounted him there.I had a map, a compass, and a paper of instructions from the Marshal, and with these in the bosom of my tunic and my sabre at my side I set out upon my adventure.
A thin rain was falling and there was no moon, so you may imagine that it was not very cheerful.But my heart was light at the thought of the honour which had been done me and the glory which awaited me.This exploit should be one more in that brilliant series which was to change my sabre into a baton.Ah, how we dreamed, we foolish fellows, young, and drunk with success! Could I have foreseen that night as I rode, the chosen man of sixty thousand, that I should spend my life planting cabbages on a hundred francs a month! Oh, my youth, my hopes, my comrades! But the wheel turns and never stops.Forgive me, my friends, for an old man has his weakness.
My route, then, lay across the face of the high ground of Torres Vedras,then over a streamlet, past a farmhouse which had been burned down and was now only a landmark, then through a forest of young cork oaks, and so to the monastery of San Antonio, which marked the left of the English position.Here I turned south and rode quietly over the downs, for it was at this point that Massena thought that it would be most easy for me to find my way unobserved through the position.I went very slowly, for it was so dark that I could not see my hand in front of me.In such cases I leave my bridle loose and let my horse pick its own way.Voltigeur went confidently forward, and I was very content to sit upon his back and to peer about me, avoiding every light.
For three hours we advanced in this cautious way, until it seemed to me that I must have left all danger behind me.I then pushed on more briskly, for I wished to be in the rear of the whole army by daybreak.There are many vineyards in these parts which in winter become open plains, and a horseman finds few difficulties in his way.
But Massena had underrated the cunning of these English, for it appears that there was not one line of defence but three, and it was the third, which was the most formidable, through which I was at that instant passing.As I rode, elated at my own success, a lantern flashed suddenly before me, and I saw the glint of polished gun-barrels and the gleam of a red coat.
"Who goes there?" cried a voice--such a voice! I swerved to the right and rode like a madman, but a dozen squirts of fire came out of the darkness, and the bullets whizzed all round my ears.That was no new sound to me, my friends, though I will not talk like a foolish conscript and say that I have ever liked it.But at least it had never kept me from thinking clearly, and so I knew that there was nothing for it but to gallop hard and try my luck elsewhere.I rode round the English picket, and then, as I heard nothing more of them, I concluded rightly that I had at last come through their defences.
For five miles I rode south, striking a tinder from time to time to look at my pocket compass.And then in an instant-- I feel the pang once more as my memory brings back the moment--my horse, without a sob or staggers fell stone-dead beneath me!
I had never known it, but one of the bullets from that infernal picket had passed through his body.The gallant creature had never winced nor weakened, but had gone while life was in him.One instant I was secure on the swiftest, most graceful horse in Massena's army.The next he lay upon his side, worth only the price of his hide, and I stood there that most helpless, most ungainly of creatures, a dismounted Hussar.What could I do with my boots, my spurs, my trailing sabre? I was far inside the enemy's lines.How could I hope to get back again?
I am not ashamed to say that I, Etienne Gerard, sat upon my dead horse and sank my face in my hands in my despair.
Already the first streaks were whitening the east.
In half an hour it would be light.That I should have won my way past every obstacle and then at this last instant be left at the mercy of my enemies, my mission ruined, and myself a prisoner--was it not enough to break a soldier's heart?
