CHAPTER XXXIV. THE DIPLOMACY OF GEORGES CADOUDAL
The feeling that Roland experienced as he followed Georges Cadoudalresembled that of a man half-awakened, who is still under the influenceof a dream, and returns gradually from the confines which separate nightfrom day. He strives to discover whether the ground he walks on is thatof fiction or reality, and the more he burrows in the dimness of hisbrain the further he buries himself in doubt.
A man existed for whom Roland felt a worship almost divine. Accustomedto live in the atmosphere of glory which surrounded that man, to seeothers obey his orders, and to obey them himself with a promptnessand abnegation that were almost Oriental, it seemed amazing to him toencounter, at the opposite ends of France, two organized powers, enemiesof the power of that man, and prepared to struggle against it. Supposea Jew of Judas Maccabeus, a worshipper of Jehovah, having, from hisinfancy, heard him called the King of kings, the God of strength, ofvengeance, of armies, the Eternal, coming suddenly face to face withthe mysterious Osiris of the Egyptians, or the thundering Jupiter of theGreeks.
His adventures at Avignon and Bourg with Morgan and the Company of Jehu,his adventures in the villages of Muzillac and the Trinite with Cadoudaland his Chouans, seemed to him some strange initiation in an unknownreligion; but like those courageous neophytes who risk death to learnthe secrets of initiation, he resolved to follow to the end.
Besides he was not without a certain admiration for these exceptionalcharacters; nor did he measure without a certain amazement theserevolted Titans, challenging his god; he felt they were in no sensecommon men--neither those who had stabbed Sir John in the Chartreuse ofSeillon, nor those who had shot the bishop of Vannes at the village ofthe Trinite.
And now, what was he to see? He was soon to know, for they had riddenfive hours and a half and the day was breaking.
Beyond the village of Tridon they turned across country; leavingVannes to the left, they reached Trefleon. At Trefleon, Cadoudal, stillfollowed by his major-general, Branche-d'Or, had found Monte-a-l'assautand Chante-en-hiver. He gave them further orders, and continued on hisway, bearing to the left and skirting the edges of a little wood whichlies between Grandchamp and Larre. There Cadoudal halted, imitated,three separate times in succession, the cry of an owl, and was presentlysurrounded by his three hundred men.
A grayish light was spreading through the sky beyond Trefleon andSaint-Nolf; it was not the rising of the sun, but the first rays ofdawn. A heavy mist rose from the earth and prevented the eye from seeingmore than fifty feet beyond it.
Cadoudal seemed to be expecting news before risking himself further.
Suddenly, about five hundred paces distant, the crowing of a cock washeard. Cadoudal pricked up his ears; his men looked at each other andlaughed.
The cock crowed again, but nearer.
"It is he," said Cadoudal; "answer him."
The howling of a dog came from within three feet of Roland, but soperfectly imitated that the young man, although aware of what it was,looked about him for the animal that was uttering such lugubriousplaints. Almost at the same moment he saw a man coming rapidly throughthe mist, his form growing more and more distinct as he approached. Thenew-comer saw the two horsemen, and went toward them.
Cadoudal rode forward a few paces, putting his finger to his lips, asif to request the man to speak low. The latter, therefore, did not pauseuntil he was close beside his general.
"Well, Fleur-d'epine," asked Georges, "have we got them?"
"Like a mouse in a trap; not one can re-enter Vannes, if you say theword."
"I desire nothing better. How many are there?"
"One hundred men, commanded by the general himself."
"How many wagons?"
"Seventeen."
"When did they start?"
"They must be about a mile and three-quarters from here."
"What road have they taken?"
"Grandchamp to Vannes."
"So that, if I deploy from Meucon to Plescop--"
"You'll bar the way."
"That's all."
Cadoudal called his four lieutenants, Chante-en-hiver, Monte-a-l'assaut,Fend-l'air, and La Giberne, to him, gave each of them fifty men, andeach with his men disappeared like shadows in the heavy mist, giving thewell-known hoot, as they vanished. Cadoudal was left with a hundred men,Branche-d'Or and Fleur-d'epine. He returned to Roland.
"Well, general," said the latter, "is everything satisfactory?"
"Yes, colonel, fairly so," replied the Chouan; "but you can judge foryourself in half an hour."
"It will be difficult to judge of anything in that mist."
Cadoudal looked about him.
"It will lift in half an hour," said he. "Will you utilize the time byeating a mouthful and drinking a glass?"
"Faith!" said the young man, "I must admit that the ride has hollowedme."
"I make a point," said Georges, "of eating the best breakfast I canbefore fighting."
"Then you are going to fight?"
"I think so."
"Against whom?"
"Why, the Republicans, and as we have to do with General Hatry, I doubtif he surrenders without resistance."
"Do the Republicans know they are going to fight you?"
"They haven't the least idea."
"So it is to be a surprise?"
"Not exactly, inasmuch as when the fog lifts they will see us as soon aswe see them." Then, turning to the man who seemed to be in charge ofthe provisions, Cadoudal added, "Brise-Bleu, is there anything forbreakfast?"
Brise-Bleu nodded affirmatively, went into the wood, and came outdragging after him a donkey loaded with two baskets. He spread a cloakon a rise of the ground, and placed on it a roast chicken, a bit ofcold salt pork, some bread and buckwheat cakes. This time Brise-Bleu hadprovided luxury in the shape of a bottle of wine and a glass.
Cadoudal motioned Roland to the table and the improvised repast. Theyoung man sprang from his horse, throwing the bridle to a Chouan.Cadoudal did likewise.
"Now," said the latter, turning to his men, "you have half an hour todo as we do. Those who have not breakfasted in half an hour are notifiedthat they must fight on empty stomachs."
The invitation seemed equivalent to an order, so promptly and preciselywas it executed. Every man pulled from his bag or his pocket a bit ofbread or a buckwheat cake, and followed the example of his general, whohad already divided the chicken between Roland and himself. As there wasbut one glass, both officers shared it.
While they were thus breakfasting, side by side, like two friends on ahunt, the sun rose, and, as Cadoudal had predicted, the mist became lessand less dense. Soon the nearest trees could be distinguished; then theline of the woods, stretching to the right from Meucon to Grand-champ,while to the left the plain of Plescop, threaded by a rivulet, slopedgradually toward Vannes. This natural declivity of the ground becamemore and more perceptible as it neared the ocean.
On the road from Grandchamp to Plescop, a line of wagons were nowvisible, the tail of which was still hidden in the woods. This line wasmotionless; evidently some unforeseen obstacle had stopped it.
In fact, about a quarter of a mile before the leading wagonthey perceived the two hundred Chouans, under Monte-a-l'assaut,Chante-en-hiver, Fend-l'air, and Giberne, barring the way.
The Republicans, inferior in number--we said that there were but ahundred--had halted and were awaiting the complete dispersion of thefog to determine the number and character of the men they were about tomeet. Men and wagons were now in a triangle, of which Cadoudal and hishundred men formed one of the angles.
At sight of this small number of men thus surrounded by triple forces,and of the well-known uniform, of which the color had given its nameto the Republican forces, Roland sprang hastily to his feet. As forCadoudal, he remained where he was, nonchalantly finishing his meal. Ofthe hundred men surrounding the general, not one seemed to perceive thespectacle that was now before their eyes; it seemed almost as if theywere waiting fo
r Cadoudal's order to look at it.
Roland had only to cast his eyes on the Republicans to see that theywere lost. Cadoudal watched the various emotions that succeeded eachother on the young man's face.
"Well," asked the Chouan, after a moment's silence, "do you think mydispositions well taken?"
"You might better say your precautions, general," replied Roland, with asarcastic smile.
"Isn't it the First Consul's way to make the most of his advantages whenhe gets them?" asked Cadoudal.
Roland bit his lips; then, instead of replying to the royalist leader'squestion, he said: "General, I have a favor to ask which I hope you willnot refuse."
"What is it?"
"Permission to let me go and be killed with my comrades."
Cadoudal rose. "I expected that request," he said.
"Then you will grant it?" cried Roland, his eyes sparkling with joy.
"Yes; but, first, I have a favor to ask of you," said the royalistleader, with supreme dignity.
"Ask it, sir."
"To bear my flag of truce to General Hatry."
"For what purpose?"
"I have several proposals to make to him before the fight begins."
"I presume that among those proposals which you deign to intrust to meyou do not include that of laying down his arms?"
"On the contrary, colonel, you understand that that is the first of myproposals."
"General Hatry will refuse it."
"That is probable."
"And then?"
"Then I shall give him his choice between two others, either of which hecan, I think, accept without forfeiting his honor."
"What are they?"
"I will tell you in due time. Begin with the first."
"State it."
"General Hatry and his hundred men are surrounded by a triple force. Ioffer them their lives; but they must lay down their arms, and make oathnot to serve again in the Vendee for five years."
Roland shook his head.
"Better that than to see his men annihilated."
"Maybe so; but he would prefer to have his men annihilated, and beannihilated with them."
"Don't you think," asked Cadoudal, laughing, "that it might be as well,in any case, to ask him?"
"True," said Roland.
"Well, colonel, be so good as to mount your horse, make yourself knownto him, and deliver my proposal."
"Very well," replied Roland.
"The colonel's horse," said Cadoudal, motioning to the Chouan whowas watching it. The man led it up. The young man sprang upon it, andrapidly covered the distance which separated him from the convoy.
A group of men were gathered on its flank, evidently composed of GeneralHatry and his officers. Roland rode toward them, scarcely three gunshotsdistant from the Chouans. General Hatry's astonishment was great whenhe saw an officer in the Republican uniform approaching him. He left thegroup and advanced three paces to meet the messenger.
Roland made himself known, related how he came to be among the Whites,and transmitted Cadoudal's proposal to General Hatry.
As he has foreseen, the latter refused it. Roland returned to Cadoudalwith a proud and joyful heart. "He refuses!" he cried, as soon as hisvoice could be heard.
Cadoudal gave a nod that showed he was not surprised by the refusal.
"Then, in that case," he answered, "go back with my second proposition.I don't wish to have anything to reproach myself with in answering tosuch a judge of honor as you."
Roland bowed. "What is the second proposition?"
"General Hatry shall meet me in the space that separates the two troops,he shall carry the same arms as I--that is, his sabre and pistols--andthe matter shall be decided between us. If I kill him, his men are tosubmit to the conditions already named, for we cannot take prisoners;if he kills me his men shall pass free and be allowed to reach Vannessafely. Come, I hope that's a proposition you would accept, colonel?"
"I would accept it myself," replied Roland.
"Yes," exclaimed Cadoudal, "but you are not General Hatry. Contentyourself with being a negotiator this time, and if this proposition,which, if I were he, I wouldn't let escape me, does not please him, cometo me. I'm a good fellow, and I'll make him a third."
Roland rode off a second time; his coming was awaited by the Republicanswith visible impatience. He transmitted the message to General Hatry.
"Citizen," replied the general, "I must render account of my conductto the First Consul. You are his aide-de-camp, and I charge you on yourreturn to Paris to bear testimony on my behalf to him. What would you doin my place? Whatever you would do, that I shall do."
Roland started; his face assumed the grave expression of a man who isarguing a point of honor in his own mind. Then, at the end of a fewseconds, he said: "General, I should refuse."
"Your reasons, citizen?" demanded the general.
"The chances of a duel are problematic; you cannot subject the fate ofa hundred brave men to a doubtful chance. In an affair like this, whereall are concerned, every man had better defend his own skin as best hecan."
"Is that your opinion, colonel?"
"On my honor."
"It is also mine; carry my reply to the royalist general."
Roland galloped back to Cadoudal, and delivered General Hatry's reply.
Cadoudal smiled. "I expected it," he said.
"You couldn't have expected it, because it was I who advised him to makeit."
"You thought differently a few moments ago."
"Yes; but you yourself reminded me that I was not General Hatry. Come,what is your third proposition?" said Roland impatiently; for he beganto perceive, or rather he had perceived from the beginning, that thenoble part in the affair belonged to the royalist general.
"My third proposition," said Cadoudal, "is not a proposition but anorder; an order for two hundred of my men to withdraw. General Hatryhas one hundred men; I will keep one hundred. My Breton forefatherswere accustomed to fight foot to foot, breast to breast, man to man, andoftener one to three than three to one. If General Hatry is victorious,he can walk over our bodies and tranquilly enter Vannes; if he isdefeated, he cannot say it is by numbers. Go, Monsieur de Montrevel, andremain with your friends. I give them thus the advantage of numbers, foryou alone are worth ten men."
Roland raised his hat.
"What are you doing, sir?" demanded Cadoudal.
"I always bow to that which is grand, general; I bow to you."
"Come, colonel," said Cadoudal, "a last glass of wine; let each of usdrink to what we love best, to that which we grieve to leave behind, tothat we hope to meet in heaven."
Taking the bottle and the one glass, he filled it half full, and offeredit to Roland. "We have but one glass, Monsieur de Montrevel; drinkfirst."
"Why first?"
"Because, in the first place, you are my guest, and also because thereis a proverb that whoever drinks after another knows his thought."Then, he added, laughing: "I want to know your thought, Monsieur deMontrevel."
Roland emptied the glass and returned it to Cadoudal. The latter filledhis glass half full, as he had done for Roland, and emptied it in turn.
"Well," asked Roland, "now do you know my thought, general?"
"My thought," said Roland, with his usual frankness, "is that you are abrave man, general. I shall feel honored if, at this moment when we aregoing to fight against each other, you will give me your hand."
The two young men clasped hands, more like friends parting for a longabsence than two enemies about to meet on the battlefield. There was asimple grandeur, full of majesty, in this action. Each raised his hat.
"Good luck!" said Roland to Cadoudal; "but allow me to doubt it. I musteven confess that it is from my lips, not my heart."
"God keep you, sir," said Cadoudal, "and I hope that my wish will berealized. It is the honest expression of my thoughts."
"What is to be the signal that you are ready?" inquired Roland.
"A musket shot fired in th
e air, to which you will reply in the sameway."
"Very good, general," replied Roland. And putting his horse to a gallop,he crossed the space between the royalist general and the Republicangeneral for the third time.
"Friends," said Cadoudal, pointing to Roland, "do you see that youngman?"
All eyes were bent upon Roland. "Yes," came from every mouth.
"He came with a safe-guard from our brothers in the Midi; his life issacred to you; he may be captured, but it must be living--not a hair ofhis head must be touched."
"Very good, general," replied the Chouans.
"And now, my friends, remember that you are the sons of those thirtyBretons who fought the thirty British between Ploermel and Josselin, tenleagues from here, and conquered them." Then, in a low voice, he addedwith a sigh, "Unhappily we have not to do with the British this time."
The fog had now lifted completely, and, as usually happens, a few raysof the wintry sun tinged the plain of Plescop with a yellow light.
It was easy therefore to distinguish the movements of the two troops.While Roland was returning to the Republicans, Branche-d'Or gallopedtoward the two hundred men who were blocking the way. He had hardlyspoken to Cadoudal's four lieutenants before a hundred men were seen towheel to the right and a hundred more to wheel to the left and march inopposite directions, one toward Plumergat, the other toward Saint-Ave,leaving the road open. Each body halted three-quarters of a mile downthe road, grounded arms and remained motionless. Branche-d'Or returnedto Cadoudal.
"Have you any special orders to give me, general?" he asked.
"Yes, one," answered Cadoudal, "take eight men and follow me. When yousee the young Republican, with whom I breakfasted, fall under his horse,fling yourself upon him, you and your eight men, before he has time tofree himself, and take him prisoner."
"Yes, general."
"You know that I must have him safe and sound."
"That's understood, general"
"Choose your eight men. Monsieur de Montrevel once captured, and hisparole given, you can do as you like."
"Suppose he won't give his parole?"
"Then you must surround him so that he can't escape, and watch him tillthe fight is over."
"Very well," said Branche-d'Or, heaving a sigh; "but it'll be a littlehard to stand by with folded arms while the others are having theirfun."
"Pooh! who knows?" said Cadoudal; "there'll probably be enough for everybody."
Then, casting a glance over the plain and seeing his own men stationedapart, and the Republicans massed for battle, he cried: "A musket!"
They brought one. Cadoudal raised it above his head and fired in theair. Almost at the same moment, a shot fired in the same manner from themidst of the Republicans answered like an echo to that of Cadoudal.
Two drums beating the advance and a bugle were heard. Cadoudal rose inhis stirrups.
"Children," he cried, "have you all said your morning prayers?"
"Yes, yes!" answered almost every voice. "If any of you forgot them, ordid not have time, let them pray now."
Five or six peasants knelt down and prayed.
The drums and bugle drew nearer.
"General, general," cried several voices impatiently, "they are coming."
The general motioned to the kneeling peasants.
"True," replied the impatient ones.
Those who prayed rose one by one, according as their prayers had beenlong or short. By the time they were all afoot, the Republicans hadcrossed nearly one-third of the distance. They marched, bayonets fixed,in three ranks, each rank three abreast.
Roland rode at the head of the first rank, General Hatry between thefirst and second. Both were easily recognized, being the only men onhorseback. Among the Chouans, Cadoudal was the only rider, Branche-d'Orhaving dismounted to take command of the eight men who were to followGeorges.
"General," said a voice, "the prayer is ended, and every one isstanding."
Cadoudal looked around him to make sure it was true; then he cried in aloud voice: "Forward! Enjoy yourselves, my lads!"
This permission, which to Vendeans and Chouans, was equivalent tosounding a charge, was scarcely given before the Chouans spread over thefields to cries of "Vive le roi!" waving their hats with one hand andtheir guns with the other.
Instead of keeping in rank like the Republicans, they scattered likesharpshooters, forming an immense crescent, of which Georges and hishorse were the centre.
A moment later the Republicans were flanked and the firing began.Cadoudal's men were nearly all poachers, that is to say, excellentmarksmen, armed with English carbines, able to carry twice the length ofthe army musket. Though the first shots fired might have seemed wide ofrange, these messengers of death nevertheless brought down several menin the Republican ranks.
"Forward!" cried the general.
The soldiers marched on, bayonets fixed; but in a few moments there wasno enemy before them. Cadoudal's hundred men had turned skirmishers;they had separated, and fifty men were harassing both of the enemy'sflanks. General Hatry ordered his men to wheel to the right and left.Then came the order: "Fire!"
Two volleys followed with the precision and unanimity of welldisciplined troops; but they were almost without result, for theRepublicans were firing upon scattered men. Not so with the Chouans, whofired on a mass; with them every shot told.
Roland saw the disadvantage of the position. He looked around and, amidthe smoke, distinguished Cadoudal, erect and motionless as an equestrianstatue. He understood that the royalist leader was waiting for him.
With a cry he spurred his horse toward him. As if to save him part ofthe way, Cadoudal put his horse to a gallop. But a hundred feet fromCadoudal he drew rein. "Attention!" he said to Branche-d'Or and hiscompanions.
"Don't be alarmed, general; here we are," said Branche-d'Or.
Cadoudal drew a pistol from his holster and cocked it. Roland, sabre inhand, was charging, crouched on his horse's neck. When they were twentypaces apart, Cadoudal slowly raised his hand in Roland's direction. Atten paces he fired.
The horse Roland was riding had a white star on its forehead. The ballstruck the centre of that star, and the horse, mortally wounded, rolledover with its rider at Cadoudal's feet.
Cadoudal put spurs to his own horse and jumped both horse and rider.
Branche-d'Or and his men were ready. They sprang, like a pack ofjaguars, upon Roland, entangled under the body of his horse. The youngman dropped his sword and tried to seize his pistols, but before hecould lay hand upon the holsters two men had him by the arms, while thefour others dragged his horse from between his legs. The thing wasdone with such unanimity that it was easy to see the manoeuvre had beenplanned.
Roland roared with rage. Branche-d'Or came up to him and put his hat inhis hand.
"I do not surrender!" shouted Roland.
"Useless to do so, Monsieur de Montrevel," replied Branche-d'Or with theutmost politeness.
"What do you mean?" demanded Roland, exhausting his strength in astruggle as desperate as it was useless.
"Because you are captured, sir."
It was so true that there could be no answer.
"Then kill me!" cried Roland.
"We don't want to kill you, sir," replied Branche-d'Or.
"Then what do you want?"
"Give us your parole not to fight any more, and you are free."
"Never!" exclaimed Roland.
"Excuse me, Monsieur de Montrevel," said Branche-d'Or, "but that is notloyal!"
"What!" shrieked Roland, in a fury, "not loyal! You insult me, villain,because you know I can't defend myself or punish you."
"I am not a villain, and I didn't insult you, Monsieur de Montrevel; butI do say that by not giving your word, you deprive the general of ninemen, who might be useful to him and who are obliged to stay here toguard you. That's not the way the Big Round Head acted toward you. Hehad two hundred men more than you, and he sent them away. Now we areonly eighty-nine against one hundr
ed."
A flame crossed Roland's face; then almost as suddenly he turned pale asdeath.
"You are right, Branche-d'Or," he replied. "Succor or no succor, Isurrender. You and your men can go and fight with your comrades."
The Chouans gave a cry of joy, let go their hold of Roland, andrushed toward the Republicans, brandishing their hats and muskets, andshouting: "Vive le roi!"
Roland, freed from their grip, but disarmed physically by his fall,morally by his parole, went to the little eminence, still covered bythe cloak which had served as a tablecloth for their breakfast, and satdown. From there he could see the whole combat; not a detail was lostupon him.
Cadoudal sat erect upon his horse amid fire and smoke, like the Demon ofWar, invulnerable and implacable.
Here and there the bodies of a dozen or more Chouans lay stretched uponthe sod. But it was evident that the Republicans, still massed together,had lost double that number. Wounded men dragged themselves across theopen space, meeting, rearing their bodies like mangled snakes, to fight,the Republicans with their bayonets, and the Chouans with their knives.Those of the wounded Chouans who were too far off to fight their woundedenemies hand to hand, reloaded their guns, and, struggling to theirknees, fired and fell again.
On either side the struggle was pitiless, incessant, furious; civilwar--that is war without mercy or compassion--waved its torch above thebattlefield.
Cadoudal rode his horse around these living breastworks, firing attwenty paces, sometimes his pistols, sometimes a musket, which hedischarged, cast aside, and picked up again reloaded. At each dischargea man fell. The third time he made this round General Hatry honored himwith a fusillade. He disappeared in the flame and smoke, and Rolandsaw him go down, he and his horse, as if annihilated. Ten or a dozenRepublicans sprang from the ranks and met as many Chouans; the strugglewas terrible, hand to hand, body to body, but the Chouans, with theirknives, were sure of the advantage.
Suddenly Cadoudal appeared, erect, a pistol in each hand; it was thedeath of two men; two men fell. Then through the gap left by these tenor twelve he flung himself forward with thirty men. He had picked up anarmy musket, and, using it like a club, he brought down a man with eachblow. He broke his way through the battalion, and reappeared at theother side. Then, like a boar which returns upon the huntsman he hasripped up and trampled, he rushed back through the gaping wound andwidened it. From that moment all was over.
General Hatry rallied a score of men, and, with bayonets down, theyfell upon the circle that enveloped them. He marched at the head of hissoldiers on foot; his horse had been killed. Ten men had fallen beforethe circle was broken, but at last he was beyond it. The Chouans wantedto pursue them, but Cadoudal, in a voice of thunder, called them back.
"You should not have allowed him to pass," he cried, "but having passedhe is free to retreat."
The Chouans obeyed with the religious faith they placed in the words oftheir chief.
"And now," said Cadoudal, "cease firing; no more dead; make prisoners."
The Chouans drew together and surrounded the heaps of dead, and the fewliving men, more or less wounded, who lay among the dead.
Surrendering was still fighting in this fatal war, where on both sidesthe prisoners were shot--on the one side, because Chouans and Vendeanswere considered brigands; on the other, because they knew not where toput the captives.
The Republicans threw their guns away, that they might not be forced tosurrender them. When their captors approached them every cartridge-boxwas open; every man had fired his last shot.
Cadoudal walked back to Roland.
During the whole of this desperate struggle the young man had remainedon the mound. With his eyes fixed on the battle, his hair damp withsweat, his breast heaving, he waited for the result. Then, when he sawthe day was lost, his head fell upon his hands, and he still sat on, hisforehead bowed to the earth.
Cadoudal reached him before he seemed to hear the sound of footsteps. Hetouched the young man's shoulder. Roland raised his head slowly withoutattempting to hide the two great tears that were rolling down hischeeks.
"General," said Roland, "do with me what you will. I am your prisoner."
"I can't make the First Consul's ambassador a prisoner," repliedCadoudal, laughing, "but I can ask him to do me a service."
"Command me, general."
"I need a hospital for the wounded, and a prison for prisoners; will youtake the Republican soldiers, wounded and prisoners, back to Vannes."
"What do you mean, general?" exclaimed Roland.
"I give them, or rather I confide them to you. I regret that your horsewas killed; so is mine. But there is still that of Brise-Bleu; acceptit."
The young man made a motion of rejection.
"Until you can obtain another, of course," added Cadoudal, bowing.
Roland felt that he must put himself, at least in simplicity, on a levelwith the man with whom he was dealing.
"Shall I see you again, general?" he asked, rising.
"I doubt it, sir. My operations call me to the coast near Port-Louis;your duty recalls you to the Luxembourg."
"What shall I tell the First Consul, general?"
"What you have seen, sir. He must judge between the Abbe Bernier'sdiplomacy and that of Georges Cadoudal."
"After what I have seen, sir, I doubt if you ever have need of me," saidRoland; "but in any case remember that you have a friend near the FirstConsul."
And he held out his hand to Cadoudal. The royalist took it with the samefrankness and freedom he had shown before the battle.
"Farewell, Monsieur de Montrevel," said he, "I need not ask you tojustify General Hatry. A defeat like that is fully as glorious as avictory."
During this time Brise-Bleu's horse had been led up for the Republicancolonel.
He sprang into the saddle.
"By the bye," said Cadoudal, "as you go through La Roche-Bernard, justinquire what has happened to citizen Thomas Milliere."
"He is dead," said a voice.
Coeur-de-Roi and his four men, covered with mud and sweat, had justarrived, but too late for the battle.
Roland cast a last glance at the battlefield, sighed, and, waving a lastfarewell to Cadoudal, started at a gallop across the fields to await, onthe road to Vannes, the wagon-load of wounded and the prisoners he wasasked to deliver to General Hatry.
Cadoudal had given a crown of six sous to each man.
Roland could not help reflecting that the gift was made with the moneyof the Directory sent to the West by Morgan and the Companions of Jehu.