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Ziethen, then, was coming at last, and the old general determined to help him. His own riding horses had all been killed, and he had been sorely bruised by the falls.
"MEINE HERREN," said Friedrich that night at parole, "after such a spell of work, you deserve rest. This day will bring the renown of your name, and of the Nation's, to the latest posterity." High and low had shone this day; especially these four: Ziethen, Driesen, Retzow, and above all Moritz of Dessau.
And would have done it, they say, had not he been too cunctatory. September 2d, Ziethen, who is posted in the little town of Sorau, had very nearly been cut off.
"It was not till January 9th that Old Leopold, 25,000 strong, equipped to his mind, which was a difficult matter, crossed the Neisse River; and marched direct upon Traun, with Ziethen charging ahead. Actually marched; after which the main wrestle was done in a week.
They had to mount a steep ascent, with four hundred cannon playing upon them; and an army, more than three times their number, waiting at the top to receive them." He then proceeded to tell them the whole story of the battle. "Ziethen seems to have blundered terribly," the count said.
These were bold, heroic generals the Prince of Prussia, Von Bevern, Von Wurtemberg, Von Dessau, Winterfeldt, Goltz, Ziethen, Krokow, and Schmettau. Bravely, triumphantly had they fought in all previous battles, but now, amidst defeat and disaster, they must meet the eye of the king. This was more dangerous to them than the most deadly battle, and they shrank appalled before this fearful encounter.
"Through, no: and were we through, is not there the Rohrgraben?" thinks Ziethen, not seeing his way. "There still," reports Mollendorf, "the solid road is; unbeset hitherto, except by me Mollendorf!"
"You think them not at home in the saddle, my lord?" "Frenchmen have nerves; horses are nerves. They pile excitement too high. When cool, they're among the best. None of them had head for command of all the arms." "One might say the same of Seidlitz and Ziethen?" "Of Ziethen. Seidlitz had a wider grasp, I suppose." He pursed his month, pondering.
Ziethen has hardly above six miles; and ought to be deliberate in his woodlands, till the King's party have time to get round. The morning, I find, is wet; fourteen miles of march: fancy such a Promenade through the dripping Woods; heavy, toilsome, and with such errand ahead! The delays were considerable; some of them accidental.
The king raised himself from his chair, and his eagle eye was dazzling. "The decisive word is spoken," said he, solemnly. "Let it be as you say! We will have war! Prepare yourselves, then, generals, to return the visit of Austria. Ziethen tells us that this is a courtly duty. Our councillor will write the answer to Maria Theresa's manifesto.
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