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Chapter 12

           

           BeforereturningtoBilíbin’sPrinceAndrewhadgonetoabookshoptoprovidehimselfwithsomebooksforthecampaign,andhadspentsometimeintheshop.

           “Whatisit?”heasked.

           “Oh,yourexcellency!”saidFranz,withdifficultyrollingtheportmanteauintothevehicle,“wearetomoveonstillfarther.Thescoundrelisagainatourheels!”

           “Eh?What?”askedPrinceAndrew.

           Bilíbincameouttomeethim.Hisusuallycalmfaceshowedexcitement.

           “Therenow!Confessthatthisisdelightful,”saidhe.“ThisaffairoftheThaborBridge,atVienna....Theyhavecrossedwithoutstrikingablow!”

           PrinceAndrewcouldnotunderstand.

           “Butwheredoyoucomefromnottoknowwhateverycoachmaninthetownknows?”

           “Icomefromthearchduchess’.Iheardnothingthere.”

           “Andyoudidn’tseethateverybodyispackingup?”

           “Ididnot...Whatisitallabout?”inquiredPrinceAndrewimpatiently.

           “What’sitallabout?Why,theFrenchhavecrossedthebridgethatAuerspergwasdefending,andthebridgewasnotblownup:soMuratisnowrushingalongtheroadtoBrünnandwillbehereinadayortwo.”

           “What?Here?Butwhydidtheynotblowupthebridge,ifitwasmined?”

           “ThatiswhatIaskyou.Noone,notevenBonaparte,knowswhy.”

           Bolkónskishruggedhisshoulders.

           “Butifthebridgeiscrosseditmeansthatthearmytooislost?Itwillbecutoff,”saidhe.

           “That’sjustit,”answeredBilíbin.“Listen!TheFrenchenteredViennaasItoldyou.Verywell.

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