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Adieu-Part4_Honore de Balzac(1799-1850)_Translated Works(翻译文学)-第2页

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"You must walk, Stephanie, or we shall all die here."

For all answer the countess tried to drop again upon the snow and



sleep. The aide-de-camp seized a brand from the fire and waved it in

her face.



"We will save her in spite of herself!" cried Philippe, lifting the

countess and placing her in the carriage.



He returned to implore the help of his friend. Together they lifted

the old general, without knowing whether he were dead or alive, and



put him beside his wife. The major then rolled over the men who were

sleeping on his blankets, which he tossed into the carriage, together



with some roasted fragments of his mare.

"What do you mean to do?" asked the aide-de-camp.



"Drag them."

"You are crazy."



"True," said Philippe, crossing his arms in despair.

Suddenly, he was seized by a last despairing thought.



"To you," he said, grasping the sound arm of his orderly, "I confide

her for one hour. Remember that you must die sooner than let any one



approach her."

The major then snatched up the countess's diamonds, held them in one



hand, drew his sabre with the other, and began to strike with the flat

of its blade such of the sleepers as he thought the most intrepid. He



succeeded in awaking the colossalgrenadier, and two other men whose

rank it was impossible to tell.



"We are done for!" he said.

"I know it," said the grenadier, "but I don't care."



"Well, death for death, wouldn't you rather sell your life for a

pretty woman, and take your chances of seeing France?"



"I'd rather sleep," said a man, rolling over on the snow, "and if you

trouble me again, I'll stick my bayonet into your stomach."



"What is the business, my colonel?" said the grenadier. "That man is

drunk; he's a Parisian; he likes his ease."



"That is yours, my brave grenadier," cried the major, offering him a

string of diamonds, "if you will follow me and fight like a madman.



The Russians are ten minutes' march from here; they have horses; we

are going up to their first battery for a pair."



"But the sentinels?"

"One of us three--" he interrupted himself, and turned to the aide-de-



camp. "You will come, Hippolyte, won't you?"

Hippolyte nodded.



"One of us," continued the major, "will take care of the sentinel.

Besides, perhaps they are asleep too, those cursed Russians."



"Forward! major, you're a brave one! But you'll give me a lift on your

carriage?" said the grenadier.



"Yes, if you don't leave your skin up there-- If I fall, Hippolyte,

and you, grenadier, promise me to do your utmost to save the



countess."

"Agreed!" cried the grenadier.



They started for the Russian lines, toward one of the batteries which

had so decimated the haplesswretches lying on the banks of the river.



A few moments later, the gallop of two horses echoed over the snow,

and the wakened artillery men poured out a volley which ranged above



the heads of the sleeping men. The pace of the horses was so fleet

that their steps resounded like the blows of a blacksmith on his



anvil. The generous aide-de-camp was killed. The athleticgrenadier

was safe and sound. Philippe in defending Hippolyte had received a



bayonet in his shoulder; but he clung to his horse's mane, and clasped

him so tightly with his knees that the animal was held as in a vice.



"God be praised!" cried the major, finding his orderlyuntouched, and

the carriage in its place.



"If you are just, my officer, you will get me the cross for this,"

said the man. "We've played a fine game of guns and sabres here, I can



tell you."

"We have done nothing yet-- Harness the horses. Take these ropes."



"They are not long enough."

"Grenadier, turn over those sleepers, and take their shawls and linen,



to eke out."

"Tiens! that's one dead," said the grenadier, stripping the first man



he came to. "Bless me! what a joke, they are all dead!"

"All?"



"Yes, all; seems as if horse-meat must be indigestible if eaten with

snow."



The words made Philippe tremble. The cold was increasing.




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