He gave the reins to a Cossack, took off and handed over his felt coat, stretched his legs, and set his cap straight.

The head of the French column, with its officers leading, appeared from below the hill.

"Forward, with God!" said Bagration, in a resolute, sonorous voice, turning for a moment to the front line, and slightly swinging his arms, he went forward uneasily over the rough field with the awkward gait of a cavalryman.

Prince Andrew felt that an invisible power was leading him forward, and experienced great happiness.

The French were already near.