Prince Andrew, who was a little behind looking at them, turned to an adjutant to ask him for a field glass.
The adjutant on duty, meeting Prince Andrew, asked him to wait, and went in to the Minister of War.
He thought angrily of the pleasure he would have at seeing the fright of that small and frail but proud man when covered by his pistol, and then he felt with surprise that of all the men he knew there was none he would so much like to have for a friend as that very adjutant whom he so hated.
This adjutant was also there and sat dozing on the rolled-up bedding, evidently exhausted by work or by feasting.
The adjutant galloped to Claparede's division and a few minutes later the Young Guards stationed behind the knoll moved forward.
The French, who had ceased firing at this field strewn with dead and wounded where there was no one left to fire at, on seeing an adjutant riding over it trained a gun on him and fired several shots.
The handsome boy adjutant with the long hair sighed deeply without removing his hand from his hat and galloped back to where men were being slaughtered.
Pierre was about to ask, but seeing the stern expression of the adjutant who was also looking that way, he checked himself.
He was military agent in New Orleans in 1809-1810, was deputy quartermaster-general in April - July 1812, and was in active service in the War of 1812 as adjutant and inspector-general in the campaign against York (now Toronto), Canada, and in the attack on York on the 27th of April 1813 was in immediate command of the troops in action and was killed by a piece of rock which fell on him when the British garrison in its retreat set fire to the magazine.
Pierre went to the battery and the adjutant rode on.