‘Dead, sire.’

‘You killed him?’

‘He wounded my horse, sire, and would have escaped had I not shot him.’

‘Did you recognize him?’

‘De Montluc is his name, sire—­a Colonel of Chasseurs.’

‘Tut,’ said the Emperor.  ’We have got the poor pawn, but the hand which plays the game is still out of our reach.’  He sat in silent thought for a little, with his chin sunk upon his chest.  ’Ah, Talleyrand, Talleyrand,’ I heard him mutter, ’if I had been in your place and you in mine, you would have crushed a viper when you held it under your heel.  For five years I have known you for what you are, and yet I have let you live to sting me.  Never mind, my brave,’ he continued, turning to me, ’there will come a day of reckoning for everybody, and when it arrives, I promise you that my friends will be remembered as well as my enemies.’

‘Sire,’ said I, for I had had time for thought as well as he, ’if your plans about these papers have been carried to the ears of your enemies, I trust you do not think that it was owing to any indiscretion upon the part of myself or of my comrades.’

‘It would be hardly reasonable for me to do so,’ he answered, ’seeing that this plot was hatched in Paris, and that you only had your orders a few hours ago.’

‘Then how——?’

‘Enough,’ he cried, sternly.  ’You take an undue advantage of your position.’

That was always the way with the Emperor.  He would chat with you as with a friend and a brother, and then when he had wiled you into forgetting the gulf which lay between you, he would suddenly, with a word or with a look, remind you that it was as impassable as ever.  When I have fondled my old hound until he has been encouraged to paw my knees, and I have then thrust him down again, it has made me think of the Emperor and his ways.

He reined his horse round, and I followed him in silence and with a heavy heart.  But when he spoke again his words were enough to drive all thought of myself out of my mind.

‘I could not sleep until I knew how you had fared,’ said he.  ’I have paid a price for my papers.  There are not so many of my old soldiers left that I can afford to lose two in one night.’

When he said ‘two’ it turned me cold.

‘Colonel Despienne was shot, sire,’ I stammered.

’And Captain Tremeau cut down.  Had I been a few minutes earlier, I might have saved him.  The other escaped across the fields.’

I remembered that I had seen a horseman a moment before I had met the Emperor.  He had taken to the fields to avoid me, but if I had known, and Violette been unwounded, the old soldier would not have gone unavenged.  I was thinking sadly of his sword-play, and wondering whether it was his stiffening wrist which had been fatal to him, when Napoleon spoke again.

‘Yes, Brigadier,’ said he, ’you are now the only man who will know where these papers are concealed.’