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Strange as at first glance it may seem to suppose that the Massacre of St. Bartholomew was not due to Charles IXβs will, though he gave the order for it and thought it was done as a result of that order; and strange as it may seem to suppose that the slaughter of eighty thousand men at BorodinΓ³ was not due to Napoleonβs will, though he ordered the commencement and conduct of the battle and thought it was done because he ordered it; strange as these suppositions appear, yet human dignityβwhich tells me that each of us is, if not more at least not less a man than the great Napoleonβdemands the acceptance of that solution of the question, and historic investigation abundantly confirms it.
At the battle of BorodinΓ³ Napoleon shot at no one and killed no one. That was all done by the soldiers. Therefore it was not he who killed people.
The French soldiers went to kill and be killed at the battle of BorodinΓ³ not because of Napoleonβs orders but by their own volition. The whole armyβFrench, Italian, German, Polish, and Dutchβhungry, ragged, and weary of the campaign, felt at the sight of an army blocking their road to Moscow that the wine was drawn and must be drunk. Had Napoleon then forbidden them to fight the Russians, they would have killed him and have proceeded to fight the Russians because it was inevitable.
When they heard Napoleonβs proclamation offering them, as compensation for mutilation and death, the words of posterity about their having been in the battle before Moscow, they cried βVive lβEmpereur!β just as they had cried βVive lβEmpereur!β at the sight of the portrait of the boy piercing the terrestrial globe with a toy stick, and just as they would have cried βVive lβEmpereur!β at any nonsense that might be told them. There was nothing left for them to do but cry βVive lβEmpereur!β and go to fight, in order to get food and rest as conquerors in Moscow. So it was not because of Napoleonβs commands that they killed their fellow men.
And it was not Napoleon who directed the course of the battle, for none of his orders were executed and during the battle he did not know what was going on before him. So the way in which these people killed one another was not decided by Napoleonβs will but occurred independently of him, in accord with the will of hundreds of thousands of people who took part in the common action. It only seemed to Napoleon that it all took place by his will. And so the question whether he had or had not a cold has no more historic interest than the cold of the least of the transport soldiers.
Moreover, the assertion made by various writers that his cold was the cause of his dispositions not being as well-planned as on former occasions, and of his orders during the battle not being as good as previously, is quite baseless, which again shows that Napoleonβs cold on the twenty-sixth of August was unimportant.
The dispositions cited above are not at all worse, but are even better, than previous dispositions by which he had won victories. His pseudo-orders during the battle were also no worse than formerly, but much the same as usual. These dispositions and orders only seem worse than previous ones because the battle of BorodinΓ³ was the first Napoleon did not win. The profoundest and most excellent dispositions and orders seem very bad, and every learned militarist criticizes them with looks of importance, when they relate to a battle that has been lost, and the very worst dispositions and orders seem very good, and serious people fill whole volumes to demonstrate their merits, when they relate to a battle that has been won.
The dispositions drawn up by Weyrother for the battle of Austerlitz were a model of perfection for that kind of composition, but still they were criticizedβcriticized for their very perfection, for their excessive minuteness.
Napoleon at the battle of BorodinΓ³ fulfilled his office as representative of authority as well as, and even better than, at other battles. He did nothing harmful to the progress of the battle; he inclined to the most reasonable opinions, he made no confusion, did not contradict himself, did not get frightened or run away from the field of battle, but with his great tact and military experience carried out his role of appearing to command, calmly and with dignity.
On returning from a second inspection of the lines, Napoleon remarked:
βThe chessmen are set up, the game will begin tomorrow!β
Having ordered punch and summoned de Beausset, he began to talk to him about Paris and about some changes he meant to make in the Empressβ household, surprising the prefect by his memory of minute details relating to the court.
He showed an interest in trifles, joked about de Beaussetβs love of travel, and chatted carelessly, as a famous, self-confident surgeon who knows his job does when turning up his sleeves and putting on his apron while a patient is being strapped to the operating table. βThe matter is in my hands and is clear and definite in my head. When the time comes to set to work I shall do it as no one else could, but now I can jest, and the more I jest and the calmer I am the more tranquil and confident you ought to be, and the more amazed at my genius.β
Having finished his second glass of punch, Napoleon went to rest before the serious business which, he considered, awaited him next day. He was so much interested in that task that he was unable to sleep, and in spite of his cold which had grown worse from the dampness of the evening, he went into the large division of the tent at three oβclock in the morning, loudly blowing his nose. He asked whether the Russians had not withdrawn, and was told that the enemyβs fires were still in the same places. He nodded approval.
The adjutant in attendance came into the tent.
βWell, Rapp, do you think we shall do good business today?β Napoleon asked him.
βWithout doubt, sire,β replied Rapp.
Napoleon looked at him.
βDo you remember, sire, what you did me the honor to say at SmolΓ©nsk?β continued Rapp. βThe wine is drawn and must be drunk.β
Napoleon frowned and sat silent for a long time leaning his head on his hand.
βThis poor army!β he suddenly remarked. βIt has diminished greatly since SmolΓ©nsk. Fortune is frankly a courtesan, Rapp. I have always said so and I am beginning to experience
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