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“A SHORT TIME AFTER my father was executed, my mother, who had fallen ill upon hearing of his death, also died.

“I was unable to send my brother Léon word about this new misfortune because we’d had no news of him since the Battle of Berchem. But I wrote to my brother Charles in Avignon, and immediately he rushed back to Besançon.

“All that we knew about the Battle of Berchem and my brother’s fate came from the Prince de Condé himself. In her worry, my ailing mother had sent a messenger to him, but the messenger failed to return before my mother died. He arrived, in fact, on the same day as my brother did from Avignon.

“So we learned that on December 4, 1793, the Prince de Condé was headquartered in Berchem, where twice Pichegru launched an attack, but he was unable to hold the village after driving the prince out. When the émigrés retook the village, Léon performed extraordinary feats. Indeed, he was the first to enter the village, but then he disappeared and even the companions following close behind him had no idea where. They searched among the dead but did not find him. The general opinion was that, having advanced too rapidly in pursuit of the Republicans, he had been taken prisoner. Which was no better than death, since every prisoner who’d borne weapons was formally charged before the council of war and then shot.

“In the absence of news we had accepted that painful explanation when we were visited by a young man from Besançon who had been with the Rhine army. I say young man, but he was really just a child, scarcely fourteen years old, the son of one of my father’s former friends. He was only a year younger than I; we had been raised together. His name was Charles N.

“I was the first to see him. As I knew that he had been with General Pichegru for three months, I ran up to him, shouting: ‘Charles! Is that you? Have you any news of my brother?’

“‘Alas, yes,’ he replied. ‘Is your brother Charles also here?’

“When I answered yes, he said, ‘Well, then, send word to him. What I have to tell you requires his presence.’

“My brother soon appeared, and I told him Charles was bringing us news of Léon.

“‘Bad news, right?’

“‘I’m afraid so. Otherwise he would have already told us.’

“Then, without answering but smiling sadly, my young comrade pulled a garrison cap from under his vest and presented it to my brother. ‘You are now the head of the family,’ he said. ‘This relic now belongs to you.’

“‘What is this?’ my brother asked.

“‘The cap he was wearing when he was brought before the firing squad,’ Charles answered.

“‘So, it’s all over?’ my older brother asked, dry-eyed, though from my eyes, in spite of myself, tears were falling.

“‘Yes.’

“‘And he indeed did die?’

“‘Like a hero!’

“‘God be praised! Our honor is intact.… There must be something in this cap?’

“‘A letter.’

“My brother ran his hands over the cap, felt the paper, cut the lining with his pocketknife, and pulled out a letter: ‘“To my brother Charles,”’ he read. ‘“First of all, and above all, keep the news of my death from our mother as long as possible.”’

“‘So he died without knowing that our poor mother preceded him to death?’ my brother asked.

“‘No,’ said Charles. ‘I told him myself.’

“My brother turned back to the letter and continued reading:

“‘“I was captured in Berchem. My horse was shot out from under me, and when it fell I was caught underneath. There was no way to defend myself. I threw my sword aside, and four Republicans pulled me loose. They led me to the fortress in Auenheim to shoot me. Short of a miracle, nothing could save me.

“‘“My father had given his word to the king that he would die for the Royalist cause, and so he did. I gave my word to my father to defend to death the same cause, and so I am. You gave me your word, and so you will. If you too die, Hector will avenge us.

“‘“A prayer on my mother’s tomb. A fatherly kiss to Hector.

“‘“Adieu.

“‘“Léon de Sainte-Hermine

“‘“P.S. I don’t know how I shall be able to get this letter to you, but God will provide a way.”’”

“My brother raised the letter to his lips, gave it to me to kiss, and placed it against his heart. Then he said to Charles, ‘You were there when he died, you said?’

“‘Yes!’ Charles answered.

“‘In that case, tell me the whole story and don’t leave out a single detail.’

“‘It’s quite simple,’ said Charles. ‘I was on my way from Strasbourg to Citizen Pichegru’s headquarters in Auenheim, when, just beyond Sessenheim, a squadron of about twenty infantrymen, led by a captain on horseback, caught up with me. The twenty men were marching in two rows.

“‘In the middle of the road, like me, a cavalry soldier was walking. It was easy to see that he was in the cavalry, because he was wearing riding boots with spurs. A large white coat covered him from the shoulders down, and all I could see of him was a young, intelligent face that seemed familiar to me. He was wearing a garrison cap, of a shape unusual in the French army.

“‘The captain saw me walking near the young man in the white coat, and since I looked younger than I really am, he kindly asked, “Where are you going, my young citizen?”

“‘“I’m going to General Pichegru’s headquarters,” I replied. “Do I still have far to go?”

“‘“About another two hundred yards,” the young man in the white coat answered. “Look, there, at the end of this avenue we’ve just started down, you can see the first houses in Auenheim.” It seemed strange that he nodded toward the village instead of pointing to it.

“‘“Thank you,” I told him, and began walking faster, away from him, since he didn’t seem to appreciate my presence. But he called me back.

“‘“By my faith, young friend,” he said, “if you are not in too much of a hurry, you should slow down and travel with us. That would give me time to ask you about our country.”

“‘“What country?”

“‘“Come now!” he said. “Are you not from Besançon, or at least from the Franche-Comté?”

“‘I stared at him in astonishment. His accent, his face, the way he held himself—everything about him brought back childhood memories. Clearly, I had known this handsome young man in the past.

“‘“Of course,” he said with a laugh, “perhaps you want to remain incognito.”

“‘“Not at all, Citizen,” I answered. “I was just thinking of Theophrastus, to whom the Athenians had given the nickname Good Speaker, and after he had lived in Athens for fifty years, a fruit-seller identified him as a native of the Island of Lesbos.”

“‘“You are well-read, monsieur,” my traveling companion said. “That is a luxury in such times as these.”

“‘“Not really,” I answered. “I am going to join General Pichegru, who himself is well-read, and I’m hoping, thanks to a recommendation I am carrying for him, to get a job as his secretary. And how about you, citizen?” I added, goaded by curiosity. “Are you with the army?”

“‘He began to laugh. “Not precisely,” he said.

“‘“Well, then,” I went on, “you must be attached to the administration.”

“‘“Attached,” he repeated, and laughed again. “Yes, that’s right, you have chosen the right word, monsieur. However, I am not attached to the administration; I am attached to myself.”

“‘“But,” I said, lowering my voice, “you are using formal address with me, and you even called me monsieur out loud. Are you not afraid that you might lose your place?”

“‘“Ah! Say, Captain,” the young man in the white coat shouted, “this young citizen is afraid I might lose my place because I’m still using formal address and am calling him monsieur. Do you know anyone who would like to have my place? If so, I bow to such a man.”

“‘“Poor fellow!” the captain muttered with a shrug.

“‘“Say, young man,” my traveling companion said, “since you are from Besançon—and you are from there, are you not?”

“‘I nodded that I was.

“‘“Then you must know the Sainte-Hermine family.”

“‘“Yes,” I answered. “A widow and three sons.”

“‘“Three sons. Yes, that’s right,” he added with a sigh. “There are still three of them. Thank you. How long has it been since you left Besançon?”

“‘“Scarcely seven or eight days ago.”

“‘“So you can give me any recent news?”

“‘“Yes, but it’s sad news as well.”

“‘“Go on, tell me.”

“‘“The evening before I left, we went, my father and I, to the countess’s funeral.”

“‘“Ah!” the young man said, raising his eyes to the heavens, “the countess has died!”

“‘“Yes.”

“‘“It’s for the best.” He raised his eyes again, and two large tears rolled down his cheeks.

“‘“What do you mean, it’s for the best?” I objected. “She was a saintly woman.”

“‘“All the more reason,” the young man replied. “Was it not better for her to die from illness rather than from the sadness of learning that her son went before the firing squad?”

“‘“What?” I cried. “The Comte de Sainte-Hermine has been shot?”

“‘“No, but he will be.”

“‘“When?”

“‘“When we get to the fortress at Auenheim.”

“‘“So the Comte de Sainte-Hermine is in the fortress?”

“‘“No, but that is where they are taking him.”

“‘“And he’ll be shot?”

“‘“As soon as I get there.”

“‘“Are you the one charged with the execution?”

“‘“No, but I shall give the order to fire. They never refuse that favor to a good soldier taken with arms in hand, even if he is an émigré.”

“‘“Oh, my God!” I cried in horror. “Are…?”

“‘Again, the young man burst into laughter. “That is why I laughed when you were asking me to be careful. That is why I was proposing my place to anyone who might want it, for I had no fear of losing it. As you were saying, I am indeed attached!” And only then, with a shake of his shoulders to open his coat, did he show me his bound hands and two arms attached behind him.

“‘“But then,” I cried in terror, “you are.…”

“‘“The Comte de Sainte-Hermine, young man. You see that I was correct in saying that it was better for my poor mother to die.”

“‘“Oh, my God,” I cried.

“‘“Fortunately,” the Comte went on, his teeth clenched, “my brothers are still alive.”

“In one voice, we both shouted yes, my brother and I, and vowed that we’d avenge him,” said Hector.

“So,” Mademoiselle de Sourdis asked, “that was your brother they were going to shoot?”

“Yes,” Hector answered. “Is it enough for you to know the result, or would you like to know the details of his final moments? These details, each word of which made our own hearts beat doubly faster, may be of slight interest to you, since you never knew poor Léon.”

“Oh, on the contrary, tell me everything,” Mademoiselle de Sourdis cried out. “Don’t leave out a single word. Was not Monsieur Léon de Sainte-Hermine a relative of mine, and do I not have the right to follow him all the way to his tomb?”

“That is exactly what we said to my young friend Charles.”

“‘You can imagine,’ young Charles continued, ‘how upset I was to learn that the man walking beside me, a man full of youth who could speak so lightly of events, was going to die. And that he was a compatriot, the head of one of our most important families, the Comte de Sainte-Hermine.

“‘“Is there no way to save you?” I whispered.

“‘“Frankly, I have to say that I don’t see any,” he answered. “If I did, I’d try it without wasting another second.”

“‘“Although I’m unable to offer you any great service, I would like to be useful to you in some way, and while I can’t save you from death, perhaps I can at least make your death less painful, to help you somehow in the face of it.”

“‘“Since I first saw you I have been turning an idea over in my head.”

“‘“Tell me what it is.”

“‘“There may be some danger, and I don’t want it to frighten you.”

“‘“I’m ready to do anything to serve you.”

“‘“I would like to send news to my brother.”

“‘“I take it upon myself to do it for you.”

“‘“It’s a letter.”

“‘“I shall take it to him.”

“‘“I could give it to the captain. He’s a good man; he would probably have it sent to its destination.”

“‘“With the captain,” I answered, “it’s only probable. With me, it’s certain.”

“‘“Well, then, listen carefully.” I stepped closer, and he said, “The letter has already been written; it’s sewn into my cap.”

“‘“Very well.”

“‘“You must ask the captain for permission to be present at my execution.”

“‘“Me!” I answered, and my forehead broke out in cold sweat.

“‘“Don’t dismiss the idea out of hand. An execution is always interesting. Many people attend them simply for the enjoyment of it.”

“‘“I haven’t the courage.…”

“‘“Come now. Everything happens so quickly.”

“‘“I couldn’t! Never!”

“‘“Let’s say nothing more about it then,” said the count. “All you need to tell my brothers, if you happen to run into them, is that we met as they were about to send me to the firing squad.” And he began to whistle the tune from Vive Henry IV.

“‘I quickly moved still closer. “Excuse me,” I said. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“‘“Well, now, you’re a very kind boy. Thank you!”

“‘“But.…”

“‘“What?”

“‘“But you have to be the one who asks the captain if I can be present. I could not bear it if they thought that I wanted to watch for pleasure.”

“‘“Very well. I shall tell him that we are from the same region, and I’ll ask him to let me send something of mine to my brother, my cap, for instance. Such things happen all the time. Besides, you understand, there is nothing suspicious about a garrison cap.”

“‘“No.”

“‘“When I give the order to fire, I shall toss it aside. Don’t act too much in a hurry to pick it up. Wait until I’m dead.”

“‘“Oh!” I gasped, turning pale. My whole body began to tremble.

“‘“Who has a little alcohol for my young fellow countryman?” your brother asked. “He’s cold.”

“‘“Come here, my good boy,” said the captain. He handed me his flask. I drank a swallow, then thanked him.

“‘“At your service.… A swallow, Citizen Sainte-Hermine?” he shouted to the prisoner.

“‘“Thank you very much, Captain,” he answered. “I never drink alcohol.”

“‘I walked back to where he was, and he continued with his instructions to me. “So, when I’m dead, you’ll pick up my cap, but treat it as if it were a thing of no importance. But you realize of course that my last wishes, the last wishes of a dying man, are sacred, and that the letter I’ve hidden in the cap must be delivered to my brother. If the cap is inconvenient, slip out the letter and toss the cap into a ditch somewhere. As for the letter, are you sure you won’t lose it?”

“‘“No,” I said, trying to hold back my tears. “I mean, I’m sure.”

“‘“You won’t misplace it?”

“‘“No, no! You can rest easy.”

“‘“And you will give it to my brother yourself?”

“‘“Yes, I shall do so myself.”

“‘“To my brother Charles, the elder. He has the same name as you, so it will be easy to remember.”

“‘“To him and to no other.”

“‘“Be sure of that! So, and then he’ll ask you how I died, and you’ll tell him. And he’ll say, ‘Good, I had a good brother,’ and when his turn comes, he’ll die like me.”

“‘We came to a fork in the road; one road led to General Pichegru’s headquarters, the other to the fortress. I tried to speak, but no words came to my mouth. I looked at your brother beseechingly. He smiled.

“‘“Captain,” he said. “A favor.”

“‘“What favor? If it’s in my power.…”

“‘“Perhaps it’s a weakness, but you’ll keep it between us, won’t you? At the moment of my death, I would like to embrace a fellow countryman. This young man and I are both from the Juras, both our families live in Besançon and are friends. Someday he will go back home, and he will tell how we happened to meet and how he accompanied me until my final moments. Then he will tell how I died.”

“‘The captain looked at me; I was weeping. “Of course!” he said. “If that is what would please you both.”

“‘“I don’t believe,” your brother said with a laugh, “that it will please the boy very much, but it will indeed please me.”

“‘“Since it’s you who are making the request.”

“‘“So, you agree?” the prisoner asked.

“‘“I agree,” the captain answered.

“‘“You see,” he said as I walked beside him, “so far things are going perfectly well.”

“‘We marched up the hill, were recognized, and walked across the drawbridge. For a moment we waited in the courtyard while the captain went to announce to the colonel that we had arrived and to communicate to him the execution orders.

“‘A few minutes later, he reappeared in the doorway. “Are you ready?” he asked the prisoner.

“‘“Whenever you are, Captain,” the prisoner answered.

“‘“Do you have any comments to make?”

“‘“No, but several favors to request.”

“‘“I shall grant whatever lies within my power.”

“‘“Thank you, Captain.”

“‘The captain walked over to your brother. “We may serve under enemy flags, but we are still both French, and good men can spot each other at first sight. What do you wish?”

“‘“First, that you remove these ropes, which make me look like a thief.”

“‘“That is only just. Untie the prisoner.”

“‘I rushed over and grabbed the count’s hands; I had untied him before anyone else had time to draw near.

“‘“Oh!” said the count, flexing his arms under his coat. “It feels good to be free.”

“‘“And now,” asked the captain, “what else do you wish?”

“‘“I would like to be the one to give the order to fire.”

“‘“You may give the order. Anything else?”

“‘“I would like to send some souvenir to my family.”

“‘“You know it is forbidden for anyone to accept letters from political prisoners before they are shot. Anything else, yes.”

“‘“I don’t want to cause any problems. This is my young countryman, Charles. As you have authorized, he will be accompanying me to the place of execution. He can take responsibility for giving my family, not a letter, but something of mine. This old cap, for example.”

“‘“Is that all?” asked the captain.

“‘“I think so,” the count answered. “It is time. I’m beginning to get cold feet, and cold feet are what I hate most in the world. Let’s go, Captain—I presume you are coming with us.”

“‘“It’s my duty.”

“‘The count bowed, and with a laugh like a man who is pleased at having gotten what he wanted, he shook my hand.

“‘“Which way?” he asked.

“‘“This way,” said the captain, starting out at the head of the column. Following him, we passed through a gate and entered a second courtyard where sentinels were walking back and forth on the ramparts above. The wall at the back of the courtyard was peppered with bullet holes at about a man’s height.

“‘“Ah, here we are!” said the prisoner, and without instruction or command he walked over to the wall.

“‘The clerk read the sentence. Your brother nodded as if he accepted it. Then he said, “Excuse me, Captain. I would like a few words with myself.”

“‘The captain and the soldiers, realizing that he wanted to pray, stepped away. For a moment your brother remained immobile, his arms crossed, his head bowed down against his chest, his lips moving, though no sound came from them. When he raised his head, there was a smile on his face. He embraced me, and as he did, like Charles I of England, he whispered: “Remember.”

“‘Weeping, I bowed my head.

“‘Then with a strong voice: “Attention!” said the condemned man.

“‘The soldiers got ready. The count paused, and as if he did not want to give the order to fire with his head covered, he pulled off his cap, tossed it aside. It fell at my feet.

“‘“Are you ready?” asked the count.

“‘“Yes,” replied the soldiers.

“‘“Ready, aim, fire! Long live the K—” His “King” was lost in the detonations, and seven bullets tore through his chest.

“‘He fell to the ground facedown. I had dropped to my knees; I was weeping as I’m weeping now.’”

“And indeed, the poor child was sobbing as he told us how our brother died. We too, Mademoiselle; I swear, we too were weeping hot tears,” Hector said.

“My elder brother, now the head of the family, reread the letter and embraced Charles. Then, with his arms raised, on the holy relic that was all that remained of our brother, he promised to avenge his death.

“Oh, what a sad story, monsieur!” said Claire, wiping her tears.

“Should I continue?” asked Hector.

“Indeed, yes,” said the girl. “For never have I heard a more heart-wrenching story.”