“Yes, but that was a great idea,” said the prince, clearly interested. “You ascribe it to Davoust, do you?”
“Well, at all events, they were consulting together at the time. Of course it was the idea of an eagle, and must have originated with Napoleon; but the other project was good too—it was the ‘ Conseil du lion! ’ as Napoleon called it. This project consisted in a proposal to occupy the Kremlin with the whole army; to arm and fortify it scientifically, to kill as many horses as could be got, and salt their flesh, and spend the winter there; and in spring to fight their way out. Napoleon liked the idea—it attracted him. We rode round the Kremlin walls every day, and Napoleon used to give orders where they were to be patched, where built up, where pulled down and so on. All was decided at last. They were alone together—those two and myself.
“Napoleon was walking up and down with folded arms. I could not take my eyes off his face—my heart beat loudly and painfully.
“ ‘I’m off,’ said Davoust. ‘Where to?’ asked Napoleon.
“ ‘To salt horseflesh,’ said Davoust. Napoleon shuddered—his fate was being decided.
“ ‘Child,’ he addressed me suddenly, ‘what do you think of our plan?’ Of course he only applied to me as a sort of toss-up, you know. I turned to Davoust and addressed my reply to him. I said, as though inspired:
“ ‘Escape, general! Go home!—’
“The project was abandoned; Davoust shrugged his shoulders and went out, whispering to himself—‘ Bah, il devient superstitieux! ’ Next morning the order to retreat was given.”
“All this is most interesting,” said the prince, very softly, “if it really was so—that is, I mean—” he hastened to correct himself.