The Emperor Francis, a rosy, long faced young man, sat very erect on his handsome black horse, looking about him in a leisurely and preoccupied manner.

He beckoned to one of his white adjutants and asked some question--"Most likely he is asking at what o'clock they started," thought Prince Andrew, watching his old acquaintance with a smile he could not repress as he recalled his reception at Brunn.

In the Emperors' suite were the picked young orderly officers of the Guard and line regiments, Russian and Austrian.

Among them were grooms leading the Tsar's beautiful relay horses covered with embroidered cloths.