When having limbered up the only two cannon that remained uninjured out of the four, they began moving down the hill (one shattered gun and one unicorn were left behind), Prince Andrew rode up to Tushin.

"Well, till we meet again..." he said, holding out his hand to Tushin.

"Good-by, my dear fellow," said Tushin.

" Dear soul! Good-by, my dear fellow!" and for some unknown reason tears suddenly filled his eyes.

The wind had fallen and black clouds, merging with the powder smoke, hung low over the field of battle on the horizon.