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Chapter 18

           Hecarriedclosetohisleganarrowunsheathedsword(small,curved,andnotlikearealweapon)andlookednowatthesuperiorofficersandnowbackatthemenwithoutlosingstep,hiswholepowerfulbodyturningflexibly.Itwasasifallthepowersofhissoulwereconcentratedonpassingthecommanderinthebestpossiblemanner,andfeelingthathewasdoingitwellhewashappy.“Left...left...left...”heseemedtorepeattohimselfateachalternatestep;andintimetothis,withsternbutvariedfaces,thewallofsoldiersburdenedwithknapsacksandmusketsmarchedinstep,andeachoneofthesehundredsofsoldiersseemedtoberepeatingtohimselfateachalternatestep,“Left...left...left...”Afatmajorskirtedabush,puffingandfallingoutofstep;asoldierwhohadfallenbehind,hisfaceshowingalarmathisdefection,ranatatrot,pantingtocatchupwithhiscompany.Acannonball,cleavingtheair,flewovertheheadsofBagratiónandhissuite,andfellintothecolumntothemeasureof“Left...left!”“Closeup!”camethecompanycommander’svoiceinjauntytones.Thesoldierspassedinasemicircleroundsomethingwheretheballhadfallen,andanoldtrooperontheflank,anoncommissionedofficerwhohadstoppedbesidethedeadmen,rantocatchuphislineand,fallingintostepwithahop,lookedbackangrily,andthroughtheominoussilenceandtheregulartrampoffeetbeatingthegroundinunison,oneseemedtohearleft...left...left.

           “Welldone,lads!”saidPrinceBagratión.

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