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Chapter 13

           Bagratióncalledtohimfromthehillnottogobeyondthestream,butRostóvpretendednottohearhimanddidnotstopbutrodeonandon,continuallymistakingbushesfortreesandgulliesformenandcontinuallydiscoveringhismistakes.Havingdescendedthehillatatrot,henolongersaweitherourownortheenemy’sfires,butheardtheshoutingoftheFrenchmoreloudlyanddistinctly.Inthevalleyhesawbeforehimsomethinglikeariver,butwhenhereachedithefounditwasaroad.Havingcomeoutontotheroadhereinedinhishorse,hesitatingwhethertoridealongitorcrossitandrideovertheblackfieldupthehillside.Tokeeptotheroadwhichgleamedwhiteinthemistwouldhavebeensaferbecauseitwouldbeeasiertoseepeoplecomingalongit.“Followme!”saidhe,crossedtheroad,andbeganridingupthehillatagalloptowardthepointwheretheFrenchpicketshadbeenstandingthatevening.

           “Yourhonor,thereheis!”criedoneofthehussarsbehindhim.AndbeforeRostóvhadtimetomakeoutwhattheblackthingwasthathadsuddenlyappearedinthefog,therewasaflash,followedbyareport,andabulletwhizzinghighupinthemistwithaplaintivesoundpassedoutofhearing.Anothermusketmissedfirebutflashedinthepan.Rostóvturnedhishorseandgallopedback.Fourmorereportsfollowedatintervals,andthebulletspassedsomewhereinthefogsingingindifferenttones.Rostóvreinedinhishorse,whosespiritshadrisen,likehisown,atthefiring,andwentbackatafootpace.“Well,somemore!Somemore!”amerryvoicewassayinginhissoul.

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