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He took Pierre, a stripling from his home, and returns him a great man, fit to ride at the King's right hand and to be over his host like Benaiah, the son of Jehoiada, over the host of Solomon." "Grand merci for the comparison, dame!" said the Bourgeois, smiling, as he leaned back in his chair.
The troops slept inside the town. At daybreak the next morning their march was arrested by an officer riding out from the town, saying that news had arrived on the previous evening that the French were marching upon Heilbronn, that General Merci was concentrating his army there to oppose the passage of the river, and that the troops were to push on with all speed, leaving their baggage train at Hall.
We never did succeed in making anybody understand just exactly what we wanted, and neither did we ever succeed in comprehending just exactly what they said in reply, but then they always pointed they always did that and we bowed politely and said, "Merci, monsieur," and so it was a blighting triumph over the disaffected member anyway.
Then to the man: "There's a bad piece of ground in the yard; you'd better have this," and, without warning, he flashed his electric lantern full in the chauffeur's face. "Merci, m'sieur," said the latter stolidly after a slight start, and again he moved away, while Tignol clutched M. Paul's arm in excitement. "You saw him?" whispered the detective. "Did I see him!" exulted the other.
The main body of the army, under Merci himself, lay behind a village a couple of hundred yards beyond the hills, and at the head of the passage between them. He had his cavalry on his two wings, his infantry in the centre, and had thrown forward some regiments to hold the village.
"Bien sur, it was enough to set you thinking, monsieur," was the dry comment of M. Fille, who was now recovering his composure. At that moment there came a knock at the door, and another followed quickly; then there entered without waiting for a reply Carmen Barbille. The Clerk of the Court came to his feet with a startled "Merci!" and the master-carpenter fell back with a smothered exclamation.
The battle had lasted three hours, and had cost the Bavarians three thousand men, while the French suffered at least equally. Turenne's force had been as hotly engaged. Merci, the best general in the Austrian army, had foreseen that an attempt might be made through the defile, and had posted strong bodies of infantry among the trees on either side.
"Merci, Madame!" replied he, for his wife had taught him a little French. "One may sleep mal a propos," muttered the woman in his ear. "My man is at the fair, and there are people here who are not worth any great things." Dodd rubbed his eyes and saw those two foul faces at the end of the kitchen: for such it was, though called salle a manger. "Humph!" said he; and instinctively buttoned his coat
He had had an interview with General Merci, who had treated him with much courtesy; for there were Scotch and Irish officers serving in the Imperial army as well as in that of France, and they were held in high esteem for their courage and daring. The battle of Marienthal was fought on the 2nd of May, and it was late in July before any fresh movements took place.
"But I speak English, mademoiselle," he protested for the second time. "Ah yes, you do after a fashion," admitted Chris. "But I don't suppose Cinders would understand it. It's not very English English." He raised his shoulders in a gesture that was purely French. "La belle dame sans merci!" he murmured ruefully. "Bien! I will do my possible." "Splendid!" laughed Chris. "No one could do more."
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