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During
one
of
these
attacks
they
carried
off
my
empty
portmanteau
and
my
dressing
gown
.
The
Emperor
proposes
to
give
all
commanders
of
divisions
the
right
to
shoot
marauders
,
but
I
much
fear
this
will
oblige
one
half
the
army
to
shoot
the
other
.
"
At
first
Prince
Andrew
read
with
his
eyes
only
,
but
after
a
while
,
in
spite
of
himself
(
although
he
knew
how
far
it
was
safe
to
trust
Bilíbin
)
,
what
he
had
read
began
to
interest
him
more
and
more
.
When
he
had
read
thus
far
,
he
crumpled
the
letter
up
and
threw
it
away
.
It
was
not
what
he
had
read
that
vexed
him
,
but
the
fact
that
the
life
out
there
in
which
he
had
now
no
part
could
perturb
him
.
He
shut
his
eyes
,
rubbed
his
forehead
as
if
to
rid
himself
of
all
interest
in
what
he
had
read
,
and
listened
to
what
was
passing
in
the
nursery
.
Suddenly
he
thought
he
heard
a
strange
noise
through
the
door
.
He
was
seized
with
alarm
lest
something
should
have
happened
to
the
child
while
he
was
reading
the
letter
.
He
went
on
tiptoe
to
the
nursery
door
and
opened
it
.
Just
as
he
went
in
he
saw
that
the
nurse
was
hiding
something
from
him
with
a
scared
look
and
that
Princess
Mary
was
no
longer
by
the
cot
.
"
My
dear
,
"
he
heard
what
seemed
to
him
her
despairing
whisper
behind
him
.
As
often
happens
after
long
sleeplessness
and
long
anxiety
,
he
was
seized
by
an
unreasoning
panic
--
it
occurred
to
him
that
the
child
was
dead
.
All
that
he
saw
and
heard
seemed
to
confirm
this
terror
.
"
All
is
over
,
"
he
thought
,
and
a
cold
sweat
broke
out
on
his
forehead
.
He
went
to
the
cot
in
confusion
,
sure
that
he
would
find
it
empty
and
that
the
nurse
had
been
hiding
the
dead
baby
.
He
drew
the
curtain
aside
and
for
some
time
his
frightened
,
restless
eyes
could
not
find
the
baby
.
At
last
he
saw
him
:
the
rosy
boy
had
tossed
about
till
he
lay
across
the
bed
with
his
head
lower
than
the
pillow
,
and
was
smacking
his
lips
in
his
sleep
and
breathing
evenly
.
Prince
Andrew
was
as
glad
to
find
the
boy
like
that
,
as
if
he
had
already
lost
him
.
He
bent
over
him
and
,
as
his
sister
had
taught
him
,
tried
with
his
lips
whether
the
child
was
still
feverish
.
The
soft
forehead
was
moist
.
Prince
Andrew
touched
the
head
with
his
hand
;
even
the
hair
was
wet
,
so
profusely
had
the
child
perspired
.
He
was
not
dead
,
but
evidently
the
crisis
was
over
and
he
was
convalescent
.
Prince
Andrew
longed
to
snatch
up
,
to
squeeze
,
to
hold
to
his
heart
,
this
helpless
little
creature
,
but
dared
not
do
so
.
He
stood
over
him
,
gazing
at
his
head
and
at
the
little
arms
and
legs
which
showed
under
the
blanket
.
He
heard
a
rustle
behind
him
and
a
shadow
appeared
under
the
curtain
of
the
cot
.
He
did
not
look
round
,
but
still
gazing
at
the
infant
's
face
listened
to
his
regular
breathing
.
The
dark
shadow
was
Princess
Mary
,
who
had
come
up
to
the
cot
with
noiseless
steps
,
lifted
the
curtain
,
and
dropped
it
again
behind
her
.
Prince
Andrew
recognized
her
without
looking
and
held
out
his
hand
to
her
.
She
pressed
it
.
"
He
has
perspired
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
.
"
I
was
coming
to
tell
you
so
.
"
