FLAMBEAU.

But the light cavalry? Haven't they charged?

THE DUKE.

Yonder the blue, striped with white shoulder-belts: Those are the Infantry.

FLAMBEAU.

With General Reille!

THE DUKE.

The Emperor should send Oudinot to help!

He lets his left be crushed!

FLAMBEAU.

Ah! that's his cunning!

THE DUKE.

They fight! They fight! Macdonald hastens up, And wounded Ma.s.sena drives slowly by.

FLAMBEAU.

If the Archduke deploys his right he's lost.

THE DUKE.

All's well!

FLAMBEAU.

They fight?

THE DUKE.

The Prince of Auersburg Is taken by the Polish Lancers of the Guard.

FLAMBEAU.

The Emperor? What's the Emperor doing?

THE DUKE.

Watching.

FLAMBEAU.

Is the Archduke caught in the little 'un's trap?

THE DUKE.

The distant dust-cloud yonder is Nansouty.

FLAMBEAU.

Has the Archduke not yet deployed his right?

THE DUKE.

The smoke is Lauriston--

FLAMBEAU.

But the Archduke?

THE DUKE.

Now he deploys his right.

FLAMBEAU.

His goose is cooked.

THE DUKE.

Here come the guns!

FLAMBEAU.

I thirst!--I stifle--Drink!

What--is--the--Emperor doing?

THE DUKE.

With a smile He shuts his little spy-gla.s.s.

FLAMBEAU.

[_Closing his eyes._]

Victory!

THE DUKE.

Flambeau!