"You belong to the foot, but you can ride?" 

 "Anything." 

 "Marshal Berthier will give you horses. I shall be at Sézanne the day after to-morrow night. You will have news for me then?" 

 "Or be dead, Sire." 

 "I have no use for dead men. Don't get yourself taken. Any fool can die, or be made prisoner. It is a wise man who can live for me and France." 

 "I shall live," said the young man simply.  "Have you any further command, Sire?" 

 "None." 

 The hand of Marteau was raised in salute. 

 "Stop," said the Emperor, as the soldier turned to the door. 

 "Sire?" 

 "Come back with news, and let us but escape from this tightening coil, and you shall be a lieutenant colonel in my guard." 

 "I will do it for love of your majesty alone," cried the soldier, turning away. 

 It was not nearly dawn before Berthier and Maret, who had been pondering over the dispatch to Caulaincourt, who was fighting the envoys of the allies at the Congress at Chatillon, ventured to intrude upon the Emperor. Having come to his decision, as announced to the young soldier, who had got his horses and his comrade and gone, the Emperor, with that supreme command of himself which few men possessed, had at last got a few hours of rest. He had dressed himself with the assistance of his faithful valet, Constant, who had given him a bath and shaved him, and he now confronted the two astonished marshals with an air serene—even cheerful. 

 "Dispatches!" he said, as they approached him.  "It is a question of a very different matter. Tell Caulaincourt to prolong the negotiations, but to concede nothing, to commit me to nothing. I am going to beat Blücher. If I succeed, the state of affairs will entirely change, and we shall see what we shall see. Tell Marmont to give orders for his corps to march immediately after they get some 

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