Chapter 17

           

           MountinghishorseagainPrinceAndrewlingeredwiththebattery,lookingatthepufffromthegunthathadsenttheball.Hiseyesranrapidlyoverthewidespace,butheonlysawthatthehithertomotionlessmassesoftheFrenchnowswayedandthattherereallywasabatterytotheirleft.Thesmokeaboveithadnotyetdispersed.TwomountedFrenchmen,probablyadjutants,weregallopingupthehill.Asmallbutdistinctlyvisibleenemycolumnwasmovingdownthehill,probablytostrengthenthefrontline.Thesmokeofthefirstshothadnotyetdispersedbeforeanotherpuffappeared,followedbyareport.Thebattlehadbegun!PrinceAndrewturnedhishorseandgallopedbacktoGrunthtofindPrinceBagratión.Heheardthecannonadebehindhimgrowinglouderandmorefrequent.Evidentlyourgunshadbeguntoreply.Fromthebottomoftheslope,wheretheparleyshadtakenplace,camethereportofmusketry.

           LemarroishadjustarrivedatagallopwithBonaparte’ssternletter,andMurat,humiliatedandanxioustoexpiatehisfault,hadatoncemovedhisforcestoattackthecenterandoutflankboththeRussianwings,hopingbeforeeveningandbeforethearrivaloftheEmperortocrushthecontemptibledetachmentthatstoodbeforehim.

           “Ithasbegun.Hereitis!”thoughtPrinceAndrew,feelingthebloodrushtohisheart.

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