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"It is a piece of my sleeve!" exclaimed Blucher, joyously, holding up the piece of cloth. "Yes, Hennemann, it was really you who took me prisoner, and I am indebted to you for being a Prussian general to-day! And I promise you that I will now pay you a good ransom. Give me your hand, old fellow; we ought to remain near each other.
John, the footman, opened the door of the anteroom, and shouted in a loud and solemn voice, "Your excellency, here is Hennemann, the hussar, and his son Christian!" "Well, come in!" said Blucher, good-naturedly, puffing a cloud of smoke from his pipe.
No one was with him but Christian Hennemann, who sang in a loud voice, "Spinn doch, spinn doch, mihn lutt lewes Dochting!" Napoleon passed seven days of indescribable mental anguish at Fontainebleau. Adversity had befallen him, but he bore it with the semblance of calmness, uttering no complaint.
Ride to the rear!" "God forbid!" said Hennemann, composedly; "here is my place; did not the general order me always to remain near him and hold a short pipe in readiness? Well, I am near, and the pipe is ready." "I do not want it now, Christian; we are about to charge the enemy. To the rear, pipe-master!"
At length he made up his mind, and no sooner had he arrived at Chalons than he sent for Hennemann, and locked himself in his room with him. "Christian," said Blucher, in a subdued voice, "I am going to see whether you are really a faithful fellow, and whether I may confide something to you." "Very well, field-marshal, put me to the test." "Not so loud!" cried Biucher, anxiously.
"Field-Marshal Blucher, where are you?" "Here I am!" shouted Blucher. "And here I am!" cried Hennemann, galloping up. "Pipe-master, is it you?" asked Blucher, in amazement. "Well, what do you want, and where have you been so long?" "I have just brought an eye-shade for you, and here it is," said Christian, handing with profound gravity a lady's bonnet of green silk, with a broad green brim.
Well, I know now what is to be made of Christian; he is to become my pipe-master." "Pipe-master?" asked old Hennemann and Christian at the same time. "Pipe-master, what is that?"
"General, here I am!" "Give me a short pipe, for now we charge the enemy!" Hennemann took the pipe from his mouth, handed it to the general, and said, with the utmost equanimity: "Here it is! It has been burning some time already, and I began to think the general had entirely forgotten the pipe and myself." Blucher put the pipe into his mouth.
"I cannot think of it, general; no one is at liberty to desert his post, as you told me yourself," cried Hennemann. "I am at my post, and will not allow myself to be driven from it. You will soon enough need me." "Forward!" cried the general.
"Well, good-by, then; make haste and leave!" cried Blucher, pushing Gneisenau and Voelzke toward the door. They left, and the field-marshal was again alone with Christian Hennemann. "Well," he said, "give me a pipe: while the others are making their entrance into Paris, I want you to afford me a little pleasure, too.
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