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Count Saxe, however, without getting a single scratch, found himself at the head of his men in the great open market-place, where the French made their rendezvous, and there we soon found ten thousand of our fifteen thousand brave fellows. Prague was ours, and almost without the loss of a man, so masterly had been Count Saxe's dispositions.
Now, she was a great actress, and I was a Tatar prince in command of Count Saxe's body-guard. She had graciously remembered our early acquaintance when Count Saxe took me to her house for he took me everywhere he went and she treated me with the greatest kindness always; for which I love and thank her forever.
After apologising for his friend's want of a cocked hat, he proceeded to exhibit his learning, declaring that he had studied "Plutarch", "Caesar's Commentaries", "Epictetus", "Marshal Saxe's Military Reveries " Here he was stopped by the grasp of Toussaint's hand upon his arm.
But he felt a singular indisposition to do it. Gaston, ever quick of wit, relieved Count Saxe of his awkward predicament. He wrote, saying that Marshal Maillebois had made him an admirable offer, and while he recognized Count Saxe's right to his services, he scarcely thought anything so promising could be given him in the army of Marshal Belle-Isle.
Pointing to me, he said with the most debonair manner in the world: "There, your Grace, sits Captain Babache, who commands Count Saxe's body-guard. It would not become me, nor any one else, to speak of Count Saxe's affairs in the presence of Captain Babache."
At that moment La Mothe felt the bridle of Grey Roland pushed into his hand with a "Hold that a moment, monsieur," and Jean Saxe's stop-gap crossed to the Dauphin's side. "Your pardon, Monseigneur," he said, stooping, "there is a buckle loose, if your Highness would lift your leg a moment while I fasten it." "A buckle? Where?"
Gaston Cheverny and I made bold to correct Count Saxe's theology, but he called us a couple of cheek turners, and declared he knew that the Psalmist, as well as Bourdaloue, had the Courlanders in mind when he denounced liars and hypocrites. Next to sermons my master liked the verses and songs of that rogue of rogues, François Villon.
That door shut out our truce, and Monsieur Voltaire, in the presence of a number of persons, undertook to make me his butt on Count Saxe's account. "So, Captain Babache," he said, "we hear that Count Saxe is on his way from Courland, and he is probably in Paris now."
On reaching the Austrian lines, I was politely escorted to headquarters, where Prince Eugene, that little great man, that mighty hunchback, received me courteously. I handed him Count Saxe's letter and he took off his hat while reading it. He then said to me: "Nothing has been heard of the expedition since it left last night. We feared the whole party had been captured."
On reaching Strasburg, my first inquiry was for Gaston Cheverny; and to my great joy, I found he had returned. It had been determined by the Duke of Berwick to send Count Saxe's regiment, with certain others, to Hüningen, a good day and a half's march from Strasburg, and Gaston Cheverny, with other officers, was at Hüningen already. When we rode into town, the night had fallen.
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