" "Your honor, you're wanted by the general.

He is in the hut here," said a gunner, coming up to Tushin.

"Coming, friend.

" Tushin rose and, buttoning his greatcoat and pulling it straight, walked away from the fire.

Not far from the artillery campfire, in a hut that had been prepared for him, Prince Bagration sat at dinner, talking with some commanding officers who had gathered at his quarters.