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How The Brigadier Took The Field Against The Marshal Millefleurs
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She was at his horse’s side in an instant. ‘My own Alexis,’ she cried, ‘nothing can ever part us.’
He looked at me with a sneer upon his handsome face.
‘By the way, you made a small slip of the tongue, my dear Colonel,’ said he. ‘Except by courtesy, no such person exists as the Dowager Countess of La Ronda. The lady whom I have the honour to present to you is my very dear wife, Mrs Alexis Morgan–or shall I say Madame la Marechale Millefleurs?’
It was at this moment that I came to the conclusion that I was dealing with the cleverest, and also the most unscrupulous, man whom I had ever met. As I looked upon this unfortunate old woman my soul was filled with wonder and disgust. As for her, her eyes were raised to his face with such a look as a young recruit might give to the Emperor.
‘So be it,’ said I at last; ‘give me the dragoons and let me go.’
They were brought out with their horses and weapons, and the rope was taken from the Marshal’s neck.
‘Good-bye, my dear Colonel,’ said he. ‘I am afraid that you will have rather a lame account to give of your mission, when you find your way back to Massena, though, from all I hear, he will probably be too busy to think of you. I am free to confess that you have extricated yourself from your difficulties with greater ability than I had given you credit for. I presume that there is nothing which I can do for you before you go?’
‘There is one thing.’
‘And that is?’
‘To give fitting burial to this young officer and his men.’
‘I pledge my word to it.’
‘And there is one other.’
‘Name it.’
‘To give me five minutes in the open with a sword in your hand and a horse between your legs.’
‘Tut, tut!’ said he. ‘I should either have to cut short your promising career, or else to bid adieu to my own bonny bride. It is unreasonable to ask such a request of a man in the first joys of matrimony.’
I gathered my horsemen together and wheeled them into column.
‘Au revoir,’ I cried, shaking my sword at him. ‘The next time you may not escape so easily.’
‘Au revoir,’ he answered. ‘When you are weary of the Emperor, you will always find a commission waiting for you in the service of the Marshal Millefleurs.’