Orders were immediately issued to shoot all the incendiaries on the spot.  The army was on foot.  The old guard which exclusively occupied one part of the Kremlin, was under arms:  the baggage, and the horses ready loaded, filled the courts; we were struck dumb with astonishment, fatigue and disappointment, on witnessing the destruction of such excellent quarters.  Though masters of Moscow, we were forced to go and bivouac without provisions outside its gates.

While our troops were yet struggling with the conflagration, and the army was disputing their prey with the flames, Napoleon, whose sleep none had dared to disturb during the night, was awoke by the two-fold light of day and of the fire.  His first feeling was that of irritation, and he would have commanded the devouring element; but he soon paused and yielded to impossibility.  Surprised that when he had struck at the heart of an empire, he should find there any other sentiment than submission and terror, he felt himself vanquished, and surpassed in determination.

This conquest, for which he had sacrificed every thing, was like a phantom which he had pursued, and which at the moment when he imagined he had grasped it, vanished in a mingled mass of smoke and flame.  He was then seized with extreme agitation; he seemed to be consumed by the fires which surrounded him.  He rose every moment, paced to and fro, and again sat down abruptly.  He traversed his apartments with quick steps:  his sudden and vehement gestures betrayed painful uneasiness:  he quitted, resumed, and again quitted, an urgent occupation, to hasten to the windows and watch the progress of the conflagration.  Short and incoherent exclamations burst from his labouring bosom.  “What a tremendous spectacle!—­It is their own work!—­So many palaces!—­What extraordinary resolution!—­What men!—­These are Scythians indeed!”

Between the fire and him there was an extensive vacant space, then the Moskwa and its two quays; and yet the panes of the windows against which he leaned felt already burning to the touch, and the constant exertions of sweepers, placed on the iron roofs of the palace, were not sufficient to keep them clear of the numerous flakes of fire which alighted upon them.

At this moment a rumour was spread that the Kremlin was undermined:  this was confirmed, it was said, by Russians, and by written documents.  Some of his attendants were beside themselves with fear; while the military awaited unmoved what the orders of the Emperor and fate should decree:  And to this alarm the Emperor replied only with a smile of incredulity.

But he still walked convulsively; he stopped at every window, and beheld the terrible, the victorious element furiously consuming his brilliant conquest; seizing all the bridges, all the avenues to his fortress, inclosing, and as it were besieging him in it; spreading every moment among the neighbouring houses; and, reducing him within narrower and narrower limits, confining him at length to the site of the Kremlin alone.