"Sirs," said he, firmly; "the fate of to-day is decided. All that
now remains for us to do, is to deprive the enemy of the advantages
of this victory. Collect our scattered regiments, and lead the army
through the defile of Plainan, back to Nimburg. There we will decide
what is best to do. I go on before you, and wish no one to accompany
me."
He turned his horse, rode slowly down the hill, then took the road
leading to Nimburg. Lost in deep thought, he continued his way. He
was followed by his faithful body-guard, who, at a sign from Prince
von Dessau, had hastened after him. A few flying officers and
sergeants joined him. These were the followers of Prussia's hero-
king; but they were suddenly scattered. A soldier galloped up to
them, and stated that he had just encountered a regiment of the
enemy's hussars, who were pursuing them. There was a cry of terror
throughout the guards, and then, as if with one accord, putting
spurs to their horses, they fled in wild disorder.
The king continued his way, slowly and quietly--slowly and quietly a
few of his guard followed him. In funereal silence they passed
through the defile of Plainan, and reached at last Nimburg, the
king's appointed place of meeting.
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