第 46 节
作者:插翅难飞      更新:2021-04-30 17:18      字数:9322
  Alas!   that   all   my   efforts   could   only   give   the   Emperor   a   few   weeks
  more   liberty;   since   he   surrendered   upon   the   15th   of   July  to   the   English。
  But   it   was   not   my   fault   that   he   was   not   able   to   collect   the   forces   still
  waiting   for  him  in   France;  and   to   fight   another Waterloo   with   a   happier
  ending。      Had others been as loyal as I was the history of the world might
  have   been   changed;   the   Emperor   would   have   preserved   his   throne;   and
  such a soldier as I would not have been left to spend his life in planting
  cabbages or to while away his old age telling stories in a cafe。                    You ask
  me about the fate of Stein and the Prussian horsemen!                   Of the three who
  dropped   upon   the   way   I   know   nothing。       One   you   will   remember   that   I
  killed。    There     remained      five;  three   of  whom      were    cut  down     by   my
  Hussars; who; for the instant; were under the impression that it was indeed
  the    Emperor     whom      they   were    defending。      Stein    was    taken;   slightly
  wounded; and so was one of the Uhlans。                The truth was not told to them;
  for we thought it best that no news; or false news; should get about as to
  where   the   Emperor   was;   so   that   Count   Stein   still   believed   that   he   was
  within a few yards of making that tremendous capture。                     〃You may well
  love and honour your Emperor;〃 said he; 〃for such a horseman and such a
  swordsman I have never seen。〃              He could not understand why the young
  colonel   of   Hussars   laughed   so   heartily   at   his   wordsbut   he   has   learned
  since。
  154
  … Page 155…
  THE ADVENTURES OF GERARD
  VIII。 The Last Adventure of the
  Brigadier
  I will tell you no more stories; my dear friends。          It is said that man is
  like   the  hare;   which   runs   in   a   circle   and   comes   back   to  die   at   the   point
  from which it started。
  Gascony   has   been     calling  to  me   of  late。  I   see   the   blue  Garonne
  winding among the vineyards and the bluer ocean toward which its waters
  sweep。     I see the old town also; and the bristle of masts from the side of
  the long stone quay。      My heart hungers for the breath of my native air and
  the warm glow of my native sun。
  Here in Paris are my friends; my occupations; my pleasures。                  There
  all who have known me are in their grave。             And yet the southwest wind
  as   it   rattles   on   my   windows   seems   always   to   be   the   strong   voice   of   the
  motherland calling her child back to that bosom into which I am ready to
  sink。    I have played my part in my time。           The time has passed。       I must
  pass also。
  Nay; dear friends; do not look sad; for what can be happier than a life
  completed in honour and made beautiful with friendship and love?                   And
  yet it is solemn also when a man approaches the end of the long road and
  sees the turning which leads him into the unknown。             But the Emperor and
  all his Marshals have ridden round that dark turning and passed into the
  beyond。     My   Hussars;   toothere   are  not   fifty   men   who   are   not   waiting
  yonder。     I must go。    But on this the last night I will tell you that which is
  more than a taleit is a great historical secret。       My lips have been sealed;
  but I see no reason why I should not leave behind me some account of this
  remarkable adventure; which must otherwise be entirely lost; since I and
  only I; of all living men; have a knowledge of the facts。
  I will ask you to go back with me to the year 1821。
  In that year our great Emperor had been absent from us for six years;
  and only now and then from over the seas we heard some whisper which
  showed   that he   was still   alive。   You   cannot   think   what   a   weight   it   was
  155
  … Page 156…
  THE ADVENTURES OF GERARD
  upon our hearts for us who loved him to think of him in captivity eating
  his   giant   soul   out   upon   that   lonely   island。 From   the   moment   we   rose
  until we closed our eyes in sleep the thought was always with us; and we
  felt   dishonoured   that   he;   our   chief   and   master;   should   be   so   humiliated
  without our being able to move a hand to help him。                   There were many
  who would most willingly have laid down the remainder of their lives to
  bring him a little ease; and yet all that we could do was to sit and grumble
  in our cafes and stare at the map; counting up the leagues of water which
  lay between us。
  It seemed that he might have been in the moon for all that we could do
  to help him。      But that was only because we were all soldiers and knew
  nothing of the sea。
  Of course; we had our own little troubles to make us bitter; as well as
  the wrongs of our Emperor。            There were many of us who had held high
  rank and would hold it again if he came back to his own。                     We had not
  found it possible to take service under the white flag of the Bourbons; or
  to   take   an   oath   which   might   turn   our   sabres   against   the   man   whom   we
  loved。     So    we   found   ourselves    with   neither   work    nor   money。    What
  could   we   do   save   gather   together   and   gossip   and   grumble;   while   those
  who had a little paid the score and those who had nothing shared the bottle?
  Now and then; if we were lucky; we managed to pick a quarrel with one of
  the Garde du Corps; and if we left him on his hack in the Bois we felt that
  we had struck a blow for Napoleon once again。                 They came to know our
  haunts in time; and they avoided them as if they had been hornets' nests。
  There    was    one   of  thesethe   Sign   of  the   Great   Man    in  the  Rue
  Varennes; which was frequented by several of the more distinguished and
  younger Napoleonic officers。          Nearly all of us had been colonels or aides…
  de…camp;      and   when    any   man    of  less   distinction   came    among     us   we
  generally made him feel that he had taken a liberty。               There were Captain
  Lepine;   who   had   won   the   medal   of   honour   at   Leipzig;   Colonel   Bonnet;
  aide…de…camp   to   Macdonald;   Colonel   Jourdan;   whose   fame   in   the   army
  was hardly second to my own; Sabbatier of my own Hussars; Meunier of
  the Red Lancers; Le Breton of the Guards; and a dozen others。
  Every night we met and talked; played dominoes; drank a glass or two;
  156
  … Page 157…
  THE ADVENTURES OF GERARD
  and wondered how long it would   be before the   Emperor would be back
  and   we   at   the   head   of   our   regiments   once   more。     The   Bourbons   had
  already lost any hold they ever had upon the country; as was shown a few
  years afterward;   when Paris rose   against   them  and they  were   hunted   for
  the third time out of France。           Napoleon had but to show himself on the
  coast; and he would have marched without firing a musket to the capital;
  exactly as he had done when he came back from Elba。
  Well;    when     affairs   were    in  this  state   there   arrived    one   night   in
  February;      in  our  cafe;   a  most    singular   little  man。    He    was    short   but
  exceedingly       broad;    with    huge    shoulders;     and   a   head    which     was    a
  deformity; so large was it。         His heavy brown face was scarred with white
  streaks in a most extraordinary manner; and he had grizzled whiskers such
  as   seamen   wear。      Two   gold   earrings   in   his   ears;   and   plentiful   tattooing
  upon   his   hands   and   arms;   told   us   also   that   he   was   of   the   sea   before   he
  introduced himself to us as Captain Fourneau; of the Emperor's navy。                      He
  had   letters   of   introduction   to   two   of   our   number;   and   there   could   be   no
  doubt that he was devoted to the cause。               He won our respect; too; for he
  had seen as much fighting as any of us; and the burns upon his face were
  caused by his standing to his post upon the Orient; at the Battle of the Nile;
  until the vessel blew up underneath him。                Yet he would say little about
  himself;     but  he   sat  in  the   corner   of   the  cafe   watching     us  all  with   a
  wonderfully sharp pair of eyes and listening intently to our talk。
  One night I was leaving the cafe when C