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"
Qu'on
m
'
amène
les
boyars
,
"
*
said
he
to
his
suite
.
*
"
Bring
the
boyars
to
me
.
"
A
general
with
a
brilliant
suite
galloped
off
at
once
to
fetch
the
boyars
.
Two
hours
passed
.
Napoleon
had
lunched
and
was
again
standing
in
the
same
place
on
the
Poklónny
Hill
awaiting
the
deputation
.
His
speech
to
the
boyars
had
already
taken
definite
shape
in
his
imagination
.
That
speech
was
full
of
dignity
and
greatness
as
Napoleon
understood
it
.
He
was
himself
carried
away
by
the
tone
of
magnanimity
he
intended
to
adopt
toward
Moscow
.
In
his
imagination
he
appointed
days
for
assemblies
at
the
palace
of
the
Tsars
,
at
which
Russian
notables
and
his
own
would
mingle
.
He
mentally
appointed
a
governor
,
one
who
would
win
the
hearts
of
the
people
.
Having
learned
that
there
were
many
charitable
institutions
in
Moscow
he
mentally
decided
that
he
would
shower
favors
on
them
all
.
He
thought
that
,
as
in
Africa
he
had
to
put
on
a
burnoose
and
sit
in
a
mosque
,
so
in
Moscow
he
must
be
beneficent
like
the
Tsars
.
And
in
order
finally
to
touch
the
hearts
of
the
Russians
--
and
being
like
all
Frenchmen
unable
to
imagine
anything
sentimental
without
a
reference
to
ma
chère
,
ma
tendre
,
ma
pauvre
mère
*
--
he
decided
that
he
would
place
an
inscription
on
all
these
establishments
in
large
letters
:
"
This
establishment
is
dedicated
to
my
dear
mother
.
"
Or
no
,
it
should
be
simply
:
Maison
de
ma
Mère
,
*
(
2
)
he
concluded
.
"
But
am
I
really
in
Moscow
?
Yes
,
here
it
lies
before
me
,
but
why
is
the
deputation
from
the
city
so
long
in
appearing
?
"
he
wondered
.
*
"
My
dear
,
my
tender
,
my
poor
mother
.
"
*
(
2
)
"
House
of
my
Mother
.
"
Meanwhile
an
agitated
consultation
was
being
carried
on
in
whispers
among
his
generals
and
marshals
at
the
rear
of
his
suite
.
Those
sent
to
fetch
the
deputation
had
returned
with
the
news
that
Moscow
was
empty
,
that
everyone
had
left
it
.
The
faces
of
those
who
were
not
conferring
together
were
pale
and
perturbed
.
They
were
not
alarmed
by
the
fact
that
Moscow
had
been
abandoned
by
its
inhabitants
(
grave
as
that
fact
seemed
)
,
but
by
the
question
how
to
tell
the
Emperor
--
without
putting
him
in
the
terrible
position
of
appearing
ridiculous
--
that
he
had
been
awaiting
the
boyars
so
long
in
vain
:
that
there
were
drunken
mobs
left
in
Moscow
but
no
one
else
.
Some
said
that
a
deputation
of
some
sort
must
be
scraped
together
,
others
disputed
that
opinion
and
maintained
that
the
Emperor
should
first
be
carefully
and
skillfully
prepared
,
and
then
told
the
truth
.
"
He
will
have
to
be
told
,
all
the
same
,
"
said
some
gentlemen
of
the
suite
.
"
But
,
gentlemen
...
"
