Chapter 19

           

           OnthePratzenHeights,wherehehadfallenwiththeflagstaffinhishand,layPrinceAndrewBolkónskibleedingprofuselyandunconsciouslyutteringagentle,piteous,andchildlikemoan.

           Towardeveningheceasedmoaningandbecamequitestill.Hedidnotknowhowlonghisunconsciousnesslasted.Suddenlyheagainfeltthathewasaliveandsufferingfromaburning,laceratingpaininhishead.

           “Whereisit,thatloftyskythatIdidnotknowtillnow,butsawtoday?”washisfirstthought.“AndIdidnotknowthissufferingeither,”hethought.“Yes,Ididnotknowanything,anythingatalltillnow.ButwhereamI?”

           Helistenedandheardthesoundofapproachinghorses,andvoicesspeakingFrench.Heopenedhiseyes.Abovehimagainwasthesameloftyskywithcloudsthathadrisenandwerefloatingstillhigher,andbetweenthemgleamedblueinfinity.Hedidnotturnhisheadanddidnotseethosewho,judgingbythesoundofhoofsandvoices,hadriddenupandstoppednearhim.

           ItwasNapoleonaccompaniedbytwoaides-de-camp.BonaparteridingoverthebattlefieldhadgivenfinalorderstostrengthenthebatteriesfiringattheAugesdDamandwaslookingatthekilledandwoundedleftonthefield.

           “Finemen!”remarkedNapoleon,lookingatadeadRussiangrenadier,who,withhisfaceburiedinthegroundandablackenednape,layonhisstomachwithanalreadystiffenedarmflungwide.

           “Theammunitionforthegunsinpositionisexhausted,YourMajesty,”saidanadjutantwhohadcomefromthebatteriesthatwerefiringatAugesd.

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