“‘Do you know who that is?’

“‘Who?  That Peter?  A likely chap.’

“‘That’s Prince Roman S---------.’

“‘Nonsense.’

“But the adjutant was positive.  He had seen the Prince several times, about two years before, in the Castle in Warsaw.  He had even spoken to him once at a reception of officers held by the Grand Duke.

“’He’s changed.  He seems much older, but I am certain of my man.  I have a good memory for faces.’

“The two officers looked at each other in silence.

“‘He’s sure to be recognized sooner or later,’ murmured the adjutant.  The colonel shrugged his shoulders.

“’It’s no affair of ours—­if he has a fancy to serve in the ranks.  As to being recognized it’s not so likely.  All our officers and men come from the other end of Poland.’

“He meditated gravely for a while, then smiled.  ’He told me he could read and write.  There’s nothing to prevent me making him a sergeant at the first opportunity.  He’s sure to shape all right.’

“Prince Roman as a non-commissioned officer surpassed the colonel’s expectations.  Before long Sergeant Peter became famous for his resourcefulness and courage.  It was not the reckless courage of a desperate man; it was a self-possessed, as if conscientious, valour which nothing could dismay; a boundless but equable devotion, unaffected by time, by reverses, by the discouragement of endless retreats, by the bitterness of waning hopes and the horrors of pestilence added to the toils and perils of war.  It was in this year that the cholera made its first appearance in Europe.  It devastated the camps of both armies, affecting the firmest minds with the terror of a mysterious death stalking silently between the piled-up arms and around the bivouac fires.

“A sudden shriek would wake up the harassed soldiers and they would see in the glow of embers one of themselves writhe on the ground like a worm trodden on by an invisible foot.  And before the dawn broke he would be stiff and cold.  Parties so visited have been known to rise like one man, abandon the fire and run off into the night in mute panic.  Or a comrade talking to you on the march would stammer suddenly in the middle of a sentence, roll affrighted eyes, and fall down with distorted face and blue lips, breaking the ranks with the convulsions of his agony.  Men were struck in the saddle, on sentry duty, in the firing line, carrying orders, serving the guns.  I have been told that in a battalion forming under fire with perfect steadiness for the assault of a village, three cases occurred within five minutes at the head of the column; and the attack could not be delivered because the leading companies scattered all over the fields like chaff before the wind.

“Sergeant Peter, young as he was, had a great influence over his men.  It was said that the number of desertions in the squadron in which he served was less than in any other in the whole of that cavalry division.  Such was supposed to be the compelling example of one man’s quiet intrepidity in facing every form of danger and terror.