Before he had reached the embankments that were being thrown up, he saw, in the light of the dull autumn evening, mounted men coming toward him. The foremost, wearing a Cossack cloak and lambskin cap and riding a white horse, was Prince Bagratión. Prince Andréy stopped, waiting for him to come up; Prince Bagratión reined in his horse and recognizing Prince Andréy nodded to him. He still looked ahead while Prince Andréy told him what he had seen.