Chapter 21

           

           Thewindhadfallenandblackclouds,mergingwiththepowdersmoke,hunglowoverthefieldofbattleonthehorizon.Itwasgrowingdarkandtheglowoftwoconflagrationswasthemoreconspicuous.Thecannonadewasdyingdown,buttherattleofmusketrybehindandontherightsoundedoftenerandnearer.AssoonasTúshinwithhisguns,continuallydrivingroundorcominguponwoundedmen,wasoutofrangeoffireandhaddescendedintothedip,hewasmetbysomeofthestaff,amongthemthestaffofficerandZherkóv,whohadbeentwicesenttoTúshin’sbatterybuthadneverreachedit.Interruptingoneanother,theyallgave,andtransmitted,ordersastohowtoproceed,reprimandingandreproachinghim.Túshingavenoorders,and,silently—fearingtospeakbecauseateverywordhefeltreadytoweepwithoutknowingwhy—rodebehindonhisartillerynag.Thoughtheordersweretoabandonthewounded,manyofthemdraggedthemselvesaftertroopsandbeggedforseatsontheguncarriages.ThejauntyinfantryofficerwhojustbeforethebattlehadrushedoutofTúshin’swattleshedwaslaid,withabulletinhisstomach,on“Matvévna’s”carriage.Atthefootofthehill,apalehussarcadet,supportingonehandwiththeother,cameuptoTúshinandaskedforaseat.

           “Captain,forGod’ssake!I’vehurtmyarm,”hesaidtimidly.“ForGod’ssake...Ican’twalk.ForGod’ssake!”

           Itwasplainthatthiscadethadalreadyrepeatedlyaskedforaliftandbeenrefused.Heaskedinahesitating,piteousvoice.

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