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Napoleon at once noticed what they were about； and guessed they were not ready。 He did not want to deprive them of the pleasure of preparing an agreeable surprise for him。 He pretended not to see M。 de Beausset； and beckoned Fabvier to him。 Napoleon； frowning sternly； listened in silence to what Fabvier was saying of the gallantry and devotion of his army； fighting before Salamanca； at the other end of Europe； they had； he said； but one dream—to be worthy of their Emperor； and one fear—to displease him。 The result of the battle had been disastrous。 Napoleon made ironical remarks during Fabvier’s account of it； as though he had not expected it to be otherwise in his absence。
“I must make up for it at Moscow；” said Napoleon。 “A tant？t；” he added； and summoned Beausset； who had by this time succeeded in preparing his effect； had stood something on the chairs and thrown a cover over it。
Beausset made a courtier’s low bow； such as only the old retainers of the Bourbons knew how to make； and approached him； handing him a letter。
Napoleon addressed him gaily and pinched him by the ear。
“You have been quick； delighted to see you。 Well； what is Paris saying？” he said； his look of sternness suddenly changing to the most cordial expression。
“Sire； all Paris is regretting your absence；” answered Beausset； as in duty bound。 But though Napoleon knew Beausset was bound to say this or something like it； though at his lucid moments he knew it was all false； he was glad to hear this from him。 He condescended to pinch his ear again。
“I am very sorry to have made you to travel so far；” he said。
“Sire； I expected to find you at least at the gates of Moscow；” said Beausset。
Napoleon smiled； and lifting his head absently looked round to the right。 An adjutant approached obsequiously with a gold snuffbox and offered it。 Napoleon took it。
“Yes； it’s a happy chance for you；” he said； putting the open snuffbox to his nose。 “You are fond of travelling； and in three days you will see Moscow。 You probably did not expect to see the Asiatic capital。 You will have a delightful journey。”
Beausset bowed with gratitude for this interest in his tastes for travel （of which he had till that moment been unaware）。
“Ah！ what’s this？” said Napoleon； observing that all the courtiers were gazing at something concealed under a covering。 Beausset with courtier…like agility retired two steps with a half turn； not showing his back； and at the same moment twitched off the covering； saying： “A present to your majesty from the Empress。”
It was a portrait； painted in brilliant colours by Gérard； of the child of Napoleon and the daughter of the Austrian Emperor； the little boy whom every one for some unknown reason called the King of Rome。
The very pretty； curly…headed child； with eyes like the Christ with the Sistine Madonna； had been portrayed playing cup and ball。 The ball represented the terrestrial globe and the cup in the other hand was a sceptre。
Though it was not altogether clear what the painter had intended to express by representing the so…called King of Rome tossing the terrestrial globe on a sceptre； the allegory apparently seemed to Napoleon； as it had to every one who had seen it in Paris； quite clear and extremely pleasing。
“The King of Rome！” he said； pointing with a graceful gesture to the portrait。 “Admirable！” With the characteristic Italian facility for changing his expression at will； he went up to the portrait and assumed an air of pensive tenderness。 He felt that what he might say or do at that moment would be historical。 And it struck him that the best line he could take at that moment； at the height of his grandeur—so great that his child was playing cup and ball with the earth—would be to display； in contrast with that grandeur； the simplest； fatherly tenderness。 His eyes were veiled by emotion； he moved up； looked round for a chair （a chair seemed to spring up under him）； and sat down； facing the portrait。 At a single gesture from him all withdrew on tip…toe； leaving the great man to himself and his feelings。 After sitting there a little while and passing his fingers； he could not have said why； over the rough surface of the painting； he got up and again sent for Beausset and the officer on duty。 He gave orders for the portrait to be carried out in front of his tent； so that the Old Guard； standing about his tent； might not be deprived of the happiness of seeing the King of Rome； the son and heir of their adored Emperor。
While he sat at breakfast with M。 de Beausset—whom he had honoured by an invitation to join him—he heard； as he had expected； enthusiastic shouts from the soldiers and officers of the Old Guard； who had run up to see the portrait。
“Vive l’Empereur！ Vive le roi de Rome！ Vive l’Empereur！” shouted enthusiastic voices。
After breakfast； in Beausset’s presence； Napoleon dictated his proclamation to the army。
“Courte et énergique！” Napoleon pronounced it； when he had read over the proclamation that he had dictated straight off without corrections。 It was as follows：
“Soldiers！ This is the battle you have so greatly desired。 Victory is in your hands。 It is essential for us； it will give us everything we need： comfortable quarters and a speedy return to our own country。 Behave as you behaved at Austerlitz； Friedland； Vitebsk； and Smolensk。 May posterity recall with pride your achievement on this day！ And may they say of each of you： he was at the great battle before Moscow！”
“Before Moscow；” repeated Napoleon； and inviting M。 de Beausset； so fond of travel； to accompany him on his ride； he went out of the tent to the saddled horses awaiting them outside。
“Your majesty is too kind；” said Beausset； in response to the invitation to accompany the Emperor。 He was very sleepy。 He could not ride well； and was afraid of horses。
But Napoleon nodded to the traveller； and Beausset had to mount。 When Napoleon came out of the tent the shouts of the Guards before his son’s portrait were redoubled。 Napoleon frowned。
“Take him away；” he said； with a gracefully majestic gesture； pointing to the portrait。 “It is too early yet for him to look upon the field of battle。”
Beausset； dropping his eyelids； and bowing his head； heaved a deep sigh； to testify how well he was able to appreciate and comprehend the Emperor’s words。
Chapter 27
THE WHOLE of that day； the 25th of August； Napoleon spent； so his historians relate； on horseback； inspecting the locality； criticising the plans submitted to him by his marshals； and giving commands in person to his generals。
The original line of the Russian disposition； along the Kolotcha； had been broken through； and； in consequence of the taking of the Shevardino redoubt on the previous day； part of that line—the left flank—had been drawn further back。 That part of the line had not been strengthened； was no longer protected by the river； and more open and level ground lay before it。 It was obvious to any man； military or non…military； that it was that part of the line that the French should attack。 One would have thought that no great deliberation would be necessary to reach this conclusion； that all the care and anxiety of the Emperor and his mars