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"
Ah
!
One
of
the
old
ones
!
Has
your
regiment
had
its
rice
?
"
"
It
has
,
Your
Majesty
.
"
Napoleon
nodded
and
walked
away
.
At
half-past
five
Napoleon
rode
to
the
village
of
Shevárdino
.
It
was
growing
light
,
the
sky
was
clearing
,
only
a
single
cloud
lay
in
the
east
.
The
abandoned
campfires
were
burning
themselves
out
in
the
faint
morning
light
.
On
the
right
a
single
deep
report
of
a
cannon
resounded
and
died
away
in
the
prevailing
silence
.
Some
minutes
passed
.
A
second
and
a
third
report
shook
the
air
,
then
a
fourth
and
a
fifth
boomed
solemnly
near
by
on
the
right
.
The
first
shots
had
not
yet
ceased
to
reverberate
before
others
rang
out
and
yet
more
were
heard
mingling
with
and
overtaking
one
another
.
Napoleon
with
his
suite
rode
up
to
the
Shevárdino
Redoubt
where
he
dismounted
.
The
game
had
begun
.
On
returning
to
Górki
after
having
seen
Prince
Andrew
,
Pierre
ordered
his
groom
to
get
the
horses
ready
and
to
call
him
early
in
the
morning
,
and
then
immediately
fell
asleep
behind
a
partition
in
a
corner
Borís
had
given
up
to
him
.
Before
he
was
thoroughly
awake
next
morning
everybody
had
already
left
the
hut
.
The
panes
were
rattling
in
the
little
windows
and
his
groom
was
shaking
him
.
