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Tomassov muttered a few words about a mere butchery. I had nothing to say. As I told you I had very soon let my sword hang idle at my wrist. That starving mob had not even tried to defend itself. Just a few shots. We had two men wounded. Two!... and we had charged the main column of Napoleon's Grand Army.
"Tomassov ceased and stared queerly at me above the head of the prisoner. "I said, 'What did he mean? "'That's what I asked him, answered Tomassov in a dazed tone, 'and he said that he wanted me to do him the favour to blow his brains out. As a fellow soldier he said. 'As a man of feeling as as a humane man.
This avenging winter of fate held both the fugitives and the pursuers in its iron grip. Compassion was but a vain word before that unrelenting destiny. I tried to say something about a convoy being no doubt collected in the village but I faltered at the mute glance Tomassov gave me.
No, seriously, we were a wild-looking lot in those unforgotten days which so many, so very many of us did not survive. You know our losses were awful, too. Yes, we looked wild. Des Russes sauvages what! "So he had a beard this Tomassov I mean; but he did not look sauvage. He was the youngest of us all. And that meant real youth.
'I believe he was making for it, for he walked blindly into my horse. He got hold of my leg and of course none of our chaps dared touch him then. "'He had a narrow escape, I said. "'He didn't appreciate it, said Tomassov, looking even more troubled than before. 'He came along holding to my stirrup leather. That's what made me so late.
The dark mass behind him which moved across my sight were the horses which his orderly was leading away. Tomassov was a very familiar appearance, in long boots, a tall figure ending in a pointed hood. But by his side advanced another figure. I mistrusted my eyes at first. It was amazing! It had a shining crested helmet on its head and was muffled up in a white cloak.
I can't think it was a noise; the snow deadened all the sounds. Something it must have been, some sort of signal reaching my consciousness. Anyway, I turned my head, and there was the event approaching me, not that I knew it or had the slightest premonition. All I saw in the distance were two figures approaching in the moonlight. One of them was our Tomassov.
You may look on it in that way. I don't know. And perhaps poor Tomassov did not know himself. But I was the first to approach that appalling dark group on the snow: the Frenchman extended rigidly on his back, Tomassov kneeling on one knee rather nearer to the feet than to the Frenchman's head.
"'What's this? More of your infernal humanity, Tomassov, he yelled at us. 'Why don't you have him thrown out of this to the devil on the snow? "As we paid no attention to his shouts, he got up, cursing shockingly, and went away to another fire. Presently the French officer became easier.
"'And kept in France, he repeated into Tomassov's very ear, and then letting him go stepped back a space and remained silent. "'And it's you, you, who are telling me this! cried Tomassov in an extremity of gratitude that was hardly greater than his admiration for the generosity of his future foe. Could a brother have done for him more!
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