The Bavarians, the right wing, at Bazeilles on the Meuse; next to the
Bavarians the Saxons, at La Moncelle and Daigny; opposite Givonne, the
Royal Guard; the 5th Corps at Saint Menges; the 2d at Flaigneux; the
Wurtemburgers at the bend of the Meuse, between Saint Menges and
Donchery; Count Stolberg and his cavalry at Donchery; in front, towards
Sedan, the 2d Bavarian Army.

All this was carried out in a ghostly manner, in order, without a whisper, without a sound, through forests, ravines, and valleys.  A tortuous and ill-omened march.  A stealthy gliding onwards of reptiles.

Scarcely could a murmur be heard beneath the thick foliage.  The silent battle swarmed in the darkness awaiting the day.

The French army was sleeping.

Suddenly it awoke.

It was a prisoner.

The sun rose, brilliant on the side of God—­terrible on the side of man.

CHAPTER IV.

Let us review the situation.

The Germans have numbers on their side; they are three against one, perhaps four; they own to 250,000 men, and it is certain that their attacking front extended for 30 kilometres; they have on their side the positions, they crown the heights, they fill the forests, they are covered by all these escarpments, they are masked by all this shade; they possess an incomparable artillery.  The French army is in a valley, almost without artillery and without supplies, utterly naked beneath their hail of lead.  The Germans have on their side the ambuscade, and the French have only on their side heroism.  Death is glorious, but surprise is profitable.

A surprise, that is the true description of this brilliant exploit.

Is it fair warfare?  Yes.  But if this is fair, what is unfair warfare?  It is the same thing.

This said, the story of the Battle of Sedan has been told.

I should have wished to stop there.  But I cannot.  Whatever horror the historian may feel, History is a duty, and this duty must be fulfilled.  There is no incline more inexorable than this:  to tell the truth; he who ventures on it rolls to the very bottom.  It must be so.  The guardian of Justice is doomed to justice.

The Battle of Sedan is more than a battle which has been fought; it is a syllogism which is completed; a formidable premeditation of destiny.  Destiny never hurries, but it always comes.  At its hour, there it is.  It allows years to pass by, and at the moment when men are least thinking of it, it appears.  Of this character is the fatal, the unexpected catastrophe named Sedan.  From time to time in History, Divine logic makes an onslaught.  Sedan is one of those onslaughts.

Thus on the 1st of September, at five o’clock in the morning the world awoke under the sun, and the French army under the thunderbolt.

CHAPTER V.