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The Diplomatic Feint of Great Britain Clarke and the Directory Catherine the Great and Paul I Austria's Strategic Plan Renewal of Hostilities The Austrians at Rivoli and Nogara Bonaparte's Night March to Rivoli Monte Baldo and the Berner Klause The Battle of Rivoli The Battle of La Favorita Feats of the French Army Bonaparte's Achievement The Fall of Mantua.
"By Jove, so he is," exclaimed Baldo. And, to Adrian's surprise, when the introductions were accomplished, and the invitation was repeated to him, Anthony at once accepted. "I 've given orders for my four-in-hand to come round here and pick us up," said Franco. "Shall we all go for a spin, and get an appetite for luncheon?" "In the afternoon, if there 's a breeze, I propose a sail," said Baldo.
Over this plateau towers on the north Monte Baldo, which, near the river gorge, sends out southward a sloping ridge, known as San Marco, connecting it with the plateau.
Twilight had fallen on the gardens, and through it a young moon floated above the cypresses. On just such an evening three years earlier he had ridden down the slope of the Monte Baldo with Fulvia Vivaldi at his side. How often, since, he had relived the incidents of that night! With singular precision they succeeded each other in his thoughts.
An Austrian column, advancing from the side of Monte Baldo by the narrow ravine, stole round the flank of a French regiment in front of Masséna's division, and by a vigorous charge sent it flying in a panic which promised to spread to another regiment thus uncovered.
Odo proceeded to question him about the mule-tracks over Monte Baldo, and having bidden him saddle the horses in half an hour, crossed the courtyard and re-entered the inn. A grey light was already falling through the windows, and he mounted the stairs and knocked on the door which he thought must be Fulvia's. Her voice bade him enter and he found her seated fully dressed beside the window.
Here Cercamorte kept his treasures his scraps of looted finery, the weapons taken from fallen knights, the garrison's surplus of arms. When he had locked the door and with Foresto's slow help braced some pike-shafts against it, he tried to make Baldo lie down. The old man vowed profanely that he would die on his feet. Shambling to the casement niche, he gaped forth at the dawn.
They had toiled up slowly, but they came spinning back at a tremendous pace, down the steep gradients, round the perilous curves, while Franco, his jaws shut tight, his brows drawn together, gave all his attention to his horses, Baldo merrily wound his horn, Anthony smoked cigarettes, and Adrian, for dear life, with his heart in his mouth, held hard to the seat-rail at his side.
While Murat was straining up the slopes of Monte Baldo, Bonaparte, giving no rest to the weary feet of Masséna's division, the same men who two days before had marched by night from Verona, was retracing his steps on that well-worn road past the city of Catullus and the Capulets onward toward Mantua. Provera had crossed the Adige at Anghiari with ten thousand men.
At his back stood Baldo, his helmet caved in, his mail shirt in ribbons, his abdomen slashed open. Both at once they saw that all their men were down. Hewing to right and left they broke through, gained the tower staircase, and locked the door behind them. On the dark stairway they leaned against the wall, their helmets off, gasping for breath, while the enemy hammered the door.
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