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Chevau-léger lancier du 2e régiment Hippolyte Bellangé (PD) |
The carriage jolted to a halt, nearly throwing the Emperor from his seat. He had refused the offer of Ali to pull out the bed, wanting to remain awake to address the voluminous correspondence which he had received prior to departing Paris. Normally he would have let Berthier handle that, but that man needed to focus on the campaign ahead.
Napoléon looked outside and saw a lancer of the 2nd Régiment. So, the duty squadron, dedicated to protecting his person, had changed during the night. While he preferred that the Guard Chasseurs à Cheval¹ handle this duty on the day of battle, during movements such as this, duty squadrons could be, and often were, drawn from line cavalry regiments.
An officer of that unit approached the carriage.
"Sire, my apologies for the abrupt stop, an ammunition wagon is blocking the road ahead and the dunces did not light a torch to warn oncoming traffic."
The Emperor nodded, then dismounted from the carriage.
"It's quite all right, Captain ..." he squinted in the lantern light at the mounted man.
"Beauvais, yes? Captain Beauvais, you were a corporal in my Guard in Russia, yes?"
"Yes Sire, I was, I'm surprised you remembered."
"We shared a shank of mutton outside Orsha as I recall."
"We did Sire, a meal which kept me alive. I am still grateful."
"I'm glad to see you promoted, my line cavalry needs brave officers. You learned your trade well in my Guard."
"A harsh school, Sire, but yes. Excuse me while I see to the obstruction in the road."
Napoléon waved his hand as if to say, "carry on," but given with the air of one soldier to another, not as an emperor to a junior officer.
Berthier had dismounted from his carriage as well, he watched the interaction between the cavalryman and the commander in chief. He turned to his aide.
"And that is why we follow him, to the grave if necessary."
The aide, Général de Brigade Louis-François Lejeune nodded, "Even though the Emperor had me arrested for leaving the army without orders in 1812, it's why I agreed to rejoin the army under le Maréchal Oudinot in 1813."
"You have no problem with that, the Emperor himself left the army on the retreat after all?"
"It may seem hypocritical but the man is the head of state, Paris left to herself will always make trouble. Someone had to take the reins, and they were, and are again, his to take."
Berthier nodded, "Indeed. But you took up painting did you not, after the Emperor's abdication?"
"Yes, I enjoy it, but my country, and my Emperor, called out to me. I couldn't justify sitting at home painting landscapes while my brothers marched against the enemy."
Berthier was about to speak when he heard the Emperor call his name.
"While they clear that wagon off the road, let us speak of the part of the army I've designated as my right wing." Napoléon began speaking brusquely, as he often did, his mind racing ahead of current events to what lay in the immediate future.
"Yes, Sire. With the relief of Gérard and the appointment of Ney to the command of IV Corps, I am a bit concerned. Ney has yet to rejoin the army, in act he hadn't left his estate as of two days ago, I'm concerned that two corps may be more than Vandamme can handle on his own."
"I am not. If I were to attack Lucifer in Hell, I would want Vandamme beside me. Of course, if I had two such generals as he, I would set one to hang the other. He is brutal and violent, just what I want for this campaign. Besides which, Soult is already with that wing of the army. I have no worries."
A look crossed Berthier's face.
"What? What is it, Berthier?"
"Monsieur le Maréchal Soult has not joined them as of yet. He was thrown from his horse and spent a few days recuperating. I have a letter from him, he expects to be on the scene tomorrow, at the latest." Then Berthier waited for the Emperor to erupt.
Napoléon clenched his teeth, gripping his hands tightly behind his back, he barely restrained himself from shouting at Berthier. Through their long association, Napoléon was known to strike and otherwise abuse his chief of staff. For now, he took a deep breath.
"Send for Chef d'Escadron Moliné, he should be with his unit at the moment. Tell him to come quickly and bring his troopers, he'll know the ones I mean."
Berthier went pale, Moliné was the man the Emperor used for a number of tasks, none of them to be spoken of outside of the Emperor's presence. He had heard a rumor that Moliné was responsible for the disappearance, and probable murders, of Fouché and Talleyrand.
"Yes Sire, at once."
One of the duty squadron came into the lantern light, "Capitaine Beauvais's respects, Sire. The obstruction has been cleared, we may proceed."
The Emperor thanked the trooper and turned to where Berthier had been standing, his chief of staff was already over by his own carriage, handing a message to one of his aides. That aide galloped off in haste. Berthier nodded at the Emperor.
As Napoléon tried to get comfortable in his carriage once more, the ache in his backside was troublesome to say the least, he thought to himself, "I shall light a fire under both Soult and Ney, they will move their asses or feel my wrath. Perhaps I should make Vandamme a marshal, wouldn't that anger any number of people?"
He settled back as the carriage moved forward, he grimaced as a sudden pain made him shift in his seat. Damn these piles!
¹ Literally "mounted hunters," an elite light cavalry unit. Very similar to hussars.