THE FIELD OF BORODINO [Borodino, seventy miles west of Moscow, is revealed in a bird’s- eye view from a point above the position of the French Grand Army, advancing on the Russian capital. We are looking east, towards Moscow and the army of Russia, which bars the way thither. The sun of latter summer, sinking behind our backs, floods the whole prospect, which is mostly wild, uncultivated land with patches of birch-trees. NAPOLÉON’S army has just arrived on the scene, and is making its bivouac for the night, some of the later regiments not having yet come up. A dropping fire of musketry from skirmishers ahead keeps snapping through the air. The Emperor’s tent stands in a ravine in the foreground amid the squares of the Old Guard. Aides and other officers are chatting outside. Enter NAPOLÉON, who dismounts, speaks to some of his suite, and disappears inside his tent. An interval follows, during which the sun dips. Enter COLONEL FABVRIER, aide-de-camp of MARMONT, just arrived from Spain. An officer-in-waiting goes into NAPOLÉON’S tent to announce FABVRIER, the Colonel meanwhile talking to those outside.]

AN AIDE Important tidings thence, I make no doubt?

FABVRIER Marmont repulsed on Salamanca field, And well-nigh slain, is the best tale I bring! [A silence. A coughing heard in NAPOLÉON’S tent.] Whose rheumy throat distracts the quiet so?

AIDE The Emperor’s. He is thus the livelong day. [COLONEL FABVRIER is shown into the tent. An interval. Then the husky accents of NAPOLÉON within, growing louder and louder.]

VOICE OF NAPOLÉON If Marmont—so I gather from these lines— Had let the English and the Spanish be, They would have bent from Salamanca back, Offering no battle, to our profiting! We should have been delivered this disaster, Whose bruit will harm us more than aught besides That has befallen in Spain!

VOICE OF FABVRIER I fear so, sire.

VOICE OF NAPOLÉON He forced a conflict, to cull laurel crowns Before King Joseph should arrive to share them!

VOICE OF FABVRIER The army’s ardour for your Majesty, Its courage, its devotion to your cause, Cover a myriad of the Marshal’s sins.

VOICE OF NAPOLÉON Why gave he battle without biddance, pray, From the supreme commander? Here’s the crime Of insubordination, root of woes!... The time well chosen, and the battle won, The English succours there had sidled off, And their annoy in the Peninsula Embarrassed us no more. Behoves it me, Some day, to face this Wellington myself! Marmont too plainly is no match for him.... Thus he goes on: “To have preserved command I would with joy have changed this early wound For foulest mortal stroke at fall of day. One baleful moment damnified the fruit Of six weeks’ wise strategics, whose result Had loomed so certain!”—[Satirically] Well, we’ve but his word As to their wisdom! To define them thus Would not have struck me but for his good prompting!... No matter: On Moskowa’s banks to-morrow I’ll mend his faults upon the Arapeile. I’ll see how I can treat this Russian horde Which English gold has brought together here From the four corners of the universe.... Adieu. You’d best go now and take some rest. [FABVRIER reappears from the tent and goes. Enter DE BAUSSET.]

DE BAUSSET The box that came—has it been taken in?

AN OFFICER Yes, General ’Tis laid behind a screen In the outer tent. As yet his Majesty Has not been told of it. [DE BAUSSET goes into the tent. After an interval of murmured talk an exclamation bursts from the EMPEROR. In a few minutes he appears at the tent door, a valet following him bearing a picture. The EMPEROR’S face shows traces of emotion.]

NAPOLÉON Bring out a chair for me to poise it on. [Re-enter DE BAUSSET from the tent with a chair.] They all shall see it. Yes, my soldier-sons Must gaze upon this son of mine own house In art’s presentment! It will cheer their hearts. That’s a good light—just so. [He is assisted by DE BAUSSET to set up the picture in the chair. It is a portrait of the young King of Rome playing at cup-and-ball being represented as the globe. The officers standing near are attracted round, and then the officers and soldiers further back begin running up, till there is a great crowd.] Let them walk past, So that they see him all. The Old Guard first. [The Old Guard is summoned, and marches past surveying the picture; then other regiments.]

SOLDIERS The Emperor and the King of Rome for ever! [When they have marched past and withdrawn, and DE BAUSSET has taken away the picture, NAPOLÉON prepares to re-enter his tent. But his attention is attracted to the Russians. He regards them through his glass. Enter BESSIERES and RAPP.]

NAPOLÉON What slow, weird ambulation do I mark, Rippling the Russian host?

BESSIERES A progress, sire, Of all their clergy, vestmented, who bear An image, said to work strange miracles. [NAPOLÉON watches. The Russian ecclesiastics pass through the regiments, which are under arms, bearing the icon and other religious insignia. The Russian soldiers kneel before it.]

NAPOLÉON Ay! Not content to stand on their own strength, They try to hire the enginry of Heaven. I am no theologian, but I laugh That men can be so grossly logicless, When war, defensive or aggressive either, Is in its essence pagan, and opposed To the whole gist of Christianity!

BESSIERES ’Tis to fanaticize their courage, sire.

NAPOLÉON Better they’d wake up old Kutúzof.—Rapp, What think you of to-morrow?

RAPP Victory; But, sire, a bloody one!

NAPOLÉON So I foresee. [The scene darkens, and the fires of the bivouacs shine up ruddily, those of the French near at hand, those of the Russians in a long line across the mid-distance, and throwing a flapping glare into the heavens. As the night grows stiller the ballad-singing and laughter from the French mixes with a slow singing of psalms from their adversaries. The two multitudes lie down to sleep, and all is quiet but for the sputtering of the green wood fires, which, now that the human tongues are still, seem to hold a conversation of their own.]