Chapter
7
How the Brigadier Won His MedalTHE DUKE OF TARENTUM, or Macdonald, as his old comrades prefer to call him, was, as I could perceive, in the vilest of tempers. His grim, Scotch face was like one of those grotesque door-knockers which one sees in the Faubourg St Germain. We heard afterwards that the Emperor had said in jest that he would have sent him against Wellington in the South, but that he was afraid to trust him within the sound of the pipes. Major Charpentier and I could plainly see that he was smouldering with anger.
'Brigadier Gerard of the Hussars,' said he, with the air of the corporal with the recruit.
I saluted.
'Major Charpentier of the Horse Grenadiers.'
My companion answered to his name.
'The Emperor has a mission for you.'
Without more ado he flung open th
