Mot d’ordre. ”
Dólokhov reined in his horse and advanced at a walk.
“ Dites donc, le colonel Gérard est ici? ” he asked.
“ Mot d’ordre ,” repeated the sentinel, barring the way and not replying.
“ Quand un officier fait sa ronde, les sentinelles ne demandent pas le mot d’ordre … ” cried Dólokhov suddenly flaring up and riding straight at the sentinel. “ Je vous demande si le colonel est ici. ”
And without waiting for an answer from the sentinel, who had stepped aside, Dólokhov rode up the incline at a walk.
Noticing the black outline of a man crossing the road, Dólokhov stopped him and inquired where the commander and officers were. The man, a soldier with a sack over his shoulder, stopped, came close up to Dólokhov’s horse, touched it with his hand, and explained simply