THE FIELD OF LIGNY [The same day later. A prospect of the battlefield of Ligny southward from the roof of the windmill of Bussy, which stands at the centre and highest point of the Prussian position, about six miles south-east of Quatre-Bras. The ground slopes downward along the whole front of the scene to a valley through which wanders the Ligne, a muddy stream bordered by sallows. On both sides of the stream, in the middle plane of the picture, stands the village of Ligny, composed of thatched cottages, gardens, and farm-houses with stone walls; the main features, such as the church, church-yard, and village-green being on the further side of the Ligne. On that side the land reascends in green wheatfields to an elevation somewhat greater than that of the foreground, reaching away to Fleurus in the right-hand distance. In front, on the slopes between the spectator and the village, is the First Corps of the Prussian army commanded by Zieten, its First Brigade under STEINMETZ occupying the most salient point. The Corps under THIELMANN is ranged to the left, and that of PIRCH to the rear, in reserve to ZIETEN. In the centre-front, just under the mill, BLÜCHER on a fine grey charger is intently watching, with his staff. Something dark is seen to be advancing over the horizon by Fleurus, about three miles off. It is the van of NAPOLÉON’S army, approaching to give battle. At this moment hoofs are heard clattering along a road that passes behind the mill; and there come round to the front the DUKE OF WELLINGTON, his staff-officers, and a small escort of cavalry. WELLINGTON and BLÜCHER greet each other at the foot of the windmill. They disappear inside, and can be heard ascending the ladders. Enter on the roof WELLINGTON and BLÜCHER, followed by FITZROY SOMERSET, GNEISENAU, MÜFFLING, and others. Before renewing their conversation they peer through their glasses at the dark movements on the horizon. WELLINGTON’S manner is deliberate, judicial, almost indifferent; BLÜCHER’S eager and impetuous.

WELLINGTON They muster not as yet in near such strength At Quatre-Bras as here.

BLÜCHER ’Tis from Fleurus They come debouching. I, perforce, withdrew My forward posts of cavalry at dawn In face of their light cannon.... They’ll be here I reckon, soon!

WELLINGTON [still with glass] I clearly see his staff, And if my eyes don’t lie, the Arch-one too.... It is the whole Imperial army, Prince, That we’ve before us. [A silence.] Well, we’ll cope with them! What would you have me do? [BLÜCHER is so absorbed in what he sees that he does not heed.]

GNEISENAU Duke, this I’d say: Events suggest to us that you come up With all your force, behind the village here, And act as our reserve.

MÜFFLING But Bonaparte, Pray note, has redistributed his strength In fashion that you fail to recognize. I am against your scheme.

BLÜCHER [lowering his glass] Signs notify Napoléon’s plans as changed! He purports now To strike our left—between Sombreffe and Brye.... If so, I have to readjust my ward.

WELLINGTON One of his two divisions that we scan Outspreading from Fleurus, seems bent on Ligny, The other on Saint-Amand.

BLÜCHER Well, I shall see In half an hour, your Grace. If what I deem Be what he means, Von Zieten’s corps forthwith Must stand to their positions: Pirch out here, Henckel at Ligny, Steinmetz at La Haye.

WELLINGTON So that, your Excellency, as I opine, I go and sling my strength on their left wing— Manoeuvring to outflank ’em on that side.

BLÜCHER True, true. Our plan uncovers of itself; You bear down everything from Quatre-Bras Along the road to Frasnes.

WELLINGTON I will, by God. I’ll bear straight on to Gosselies, if needs!

GNEISENAU Your Excellencies, if I may be a judge, Such movement will not tend to unity; It leans too largely on a peradventure Most speculative in its contingencies! [A silence; till the officers of the staff remark to each other that concentration is best in any circumstances. A general discussion ensues.]

BLÜCHER [concludingly] We will expect you, Duke, to our support.

WELLINGTON I must agree that, in the sum, it’s best. So be it then. If not attacked myself I’ll come to you.—Now I return with speed To Quatre-Bras.

BLÜCHER And I descend from here To give close eye and thought to things below; No more can well be studied where we stand. [Exeunt from roof WELLINGTON, BLÜCHER and the rest. They reappear below, and WELLINGTON and his suite gallop furiously away in the direction of Quatre-Bras. An interval.]

DUMB SHOW [below] Three reports of a cannon give the signal for the French attack. NAPOLÉON’S army advances down the slopes of green corn opposite, bands and voices joining in songs of victory. The French come in three grand columns; VANDAMME’S on the left [the spectator’s right] against Saint-Amand, the most forward angle of the Prussian position. GERARD’S in the centre bear down upon Ligny. GROUCHY’S on the French right is further back. Far to the rear can be discerned NAPOLÉON, the Imperial Guard, and MILHAUD’S cuirassiers halted in reserve. This formidable advance is preceded by swarms of tirailleurs, who tread down the high wheat, exposing their own men in the rear. Amid cannonading from both sides they draw nearer to the Prussians, though lanes are cut through them by the latter’s guns. They drive the Prussians out of Ligny; who, however, rally in the houses, churchyard, and village green.

SPIRIT OF THE PITIES I see unnatural an Monster, loosely jointed, With an Apocalyptic Being’s shape, And limbs and eyes a hundred thousand strong, And fifty thousand heads; which coils itself About the buildings there.

SPIRIT OF THE YEARS Thou dost indeed. It is the Monster Devastation. Watch.

Round the church they fight without quarter, shooting face to face, stabbing with unfixed bayonets, and braining with the butts of muskets. The village catches fire, and soon becomes a furnace. The crash of splitting timbers as doors are broken through, the curses of the fighters, rise into the air, with shouts of “En avant!” from the further side of the stream, and “Vorwarts!” from the nearer. The battle extends to the west by Le Hameau and Saint-Amand la Haye; and Ligny becomes invisible under a shroud of smoke.

VOICES [at the base of the mill] This sun will go down bloodily for us! The English, sharply sighed for by Prince Blücher, Cannot appear. Wellington words across That hosts have set on him at Quatre-Bras, And leave him not one bayonet to spare!

The truth of this intelligence is apparent. A low dull sound heard lately from the direction of Quatre-Bras has increased to a roaring cannonade. The scene abruptly closes.