第24章 How the Brigadier Saved the Army(2)

He said nothing of the mission upon which he had sent our comrade, and it was not for us to ask him any questions.

That night, about twelve o'clock, I was standing outside the Marshal's headquarters when he came out and stood motionless for half an hour, his arms folded upon his breast, staring through the darkness toward the east.

So rigid and intent was he that you might have believed the muffled figure and the cocked hat to have been the statue of the man.What hewas looking for I could not imagine; but at last he gave a bitter curse, and, turning on his heel, he went back into the house, banging the door behind him.

Next day the second aide-de-camp, Duplessis, had an interview with Massena in the morning, after which neither he nor his horse was seen again.That night, as I sat in the ante-room, the Marshal passed me, and I observed him through the window standing and staring to the east exactly as he had done before.For fully half an hour he remained there, a black shadow in the gloom.

Then he strode in, the door banged, and I heard his spurs and his scabbard jingling and clanking through the passage.At the best he was a savage old man, but when he was crossed I had almost as soon face the Emperor himself.I heard him that night cursing and stamping above my head, but he did not send for me, and I knew him too well to go unsought.

Next morning it was my turn, for I was the only aide- de-camp left.I was his favourite aide-de-camp.His heart went out always to a smart soldier.I declare that I think there were tears in his black eyes when he sent for me that morning.

"Gerard," said he."Come here!"

With a friendly gesture he took me by the sleeve and he led me to the open window which faced the east.Beneath us was the infantry camp, and beyond that the lines of the cavalry with the long rows of picketed horses.

We could see the French outposts, and then a stretch of open country, intersected by vineyards.A range of hills lay beyond, with one well- marked peak towering above them.Round the base of these hills was a broad belt of forest.A single road ran white and clear, dipping and rising until it passed through a gap in the hills.

"This," said Massena, pointing to the mountain, "is the Sierra de Merodal.Do you perceive anything upon the top?"I answered that I did not.

"Now?" he asked, and he handed me his field-glass.

With its aid I perceived a small mound or cairn upon the crest.

"What you see," said the Marshal, "is a pile of logs which was placedthere as a beacon.We laid it when the country was in our hands, and now, although we no longer hold it, the beacon remains undisturbed.Gerard, that beacon must be lit to-night.France needs it, the Emperor needs it, the army needs it.Two of your comrades have gone to light it, but neither has made his way to the summit.To-day it is your turn, and I pray that you may have better luck."It is not for a soldier to ask the reason for his orders, and so I was about to hurry from the room, but the Marshal laid his hand upon my shoulder and held me.

"You shall know all, and so learn how high is the cause for which you risk your life," said he."Fifty miles to the south of us, on the other side of the Tagus, is the army of General Clausel.His camp is situated near a peak named the Sierra d'Ossa.On the summit of this peak is a beacon, and by this beacon he has a picket.It is agreed between us that when at midnight he shall see our signal-fire he shall light his own as an answer, and shall then at once fall back upon the main army.If he does not start at once I must go without him.For two days I have endeavoured to send him his message.It must reach him to-day, or his army will be left behind and destroyed."Ah, my friends, how my heart swelled when I heard how high was the task which Fortune had assigned to me!

If my life were spared, here was one more splendid new leaf for my laurel crown.If, on the other hand, I died, then it would be a death worthy of such a career.I said nothing, but I cannot doubt that all the noble thoughts that were in me shone in my face, for Massena took my hand and wrung it.

"There is the hill and there the beacon," said he.

"There is only this guerilla and his men between you and it.I cannot detach a large party for the enterprise and a small one would be seen and destroyed.Therefore to you alone I commit it.Carry it out in your own way, but at twelve o'clock this night let me see the fire upon the hill.""If it is not there," said I, "then I pray you, Marshal Massena, to see that my effects are sold and the money sent to my mother." So I raised my hand to my busby and turned upon my heel, my heart glowing at thethought of the great exploit which lay before me.

I sat in my own chamber for some little time considering how I had best take the matter in hand.The fact that neither Cortex nor Duplessis, who were very zealous and active officers, had succeeded in reaching the summit of the Sierra de Merodal, showed that the country was very closely watched by the guerillas.I reckoned out the distance upon a map.There were ten miles of open country to be crossed before reaching the hills.Then came a belt of forest on the lower slopes of the mountain, which may have been three or four miles wide.And then there was the actual peak itself, of no very great height, but without any cover to conceal me.Those were the three stages of my journey.

It seemed to me that once I had reached the shelter of the wood all would be easy, for I could lie concealed within its shadows and climb upward under the cover of night.

From eight till twelve would give me four hours of darkness in which to make the ascent.It was only the first stage, then, which I had seriously to consider.