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"Why should it never be? Invasion comes first ... and then conquest ...
and subjection...."
Near them, the captain ordered:
"Let no one stir!"
Bullets spluttered against the walls, while the sounds of firing reverberated. A window-pane was smashed on the floor above. And more bullets broke fragments of stone from the coping of the parapet. The enemy, surprised at the disappearance of the French troops, were feeling their way before pa.s.sing below that house, whose gloomy aspect must needs strike them as suspicious.
"Ah!" said a soldier, spinning on his heels and falling on the threshold of the drawing-room, his face covered with blood.
The women ran to his a.s.sistance.
Philippe gazed haggard-eyed at that man who was about to die, at that man who belonged to the same race, who lived under the same sky as himself, who breathed the same air, ate the same bread and drank the same wine.
Marthe had taken down a rifle and handed it to Philippe. He grasped it with a sort of despair:
"Who would ever have told me ...?" he stammered.
"I, Philippe ... I was sure of you. We have not to do with theories, but with implacable facts. These are realities, to-day.... The enemy is treading the bit of earth where you were born, where you played as a child. The enemy is forcing his way into France. Defend her, Philippe...."
He clenched his fists around his rifle and she saw that his eyes were full of tears.
He murmured, quivering with inward rebellion:
"Our sons will refuse ... I shall teach them to refuse.... What I cannot do, what I have not the courage to do they shall do."
"Perhaps, but what does the future matter!" she said, eagerly. "What does to-morrow's duty matter! Our duty, yours and mine, is the duty of to-day."
A voice whispered:
"They're coming near, captain.... They're coming near...."
Another voice, beside Philippe, the voice of one of the women tending the wounded man, moaned:
"He's dead.... Poor fellow!... He's dead...."
The guns roared on the frontier.
"Are you coming, Philippe?" asked old Morestal.
"I'm coming, father," he said.
Very quickly, he walked out on the terrace and knelt beside his father, against the bal.u.s.ters. Marthe knelt down behind him and wept at the thought of what he must be suffering. Nevertheless, she did not doubt but that, notwithstanding his despair, he was acting in all conscience.
The captain said, clearly, and the order was repeated to the end of the garden:
"Fire as you please.... Sight at three hundred yards...."
There were a few seconds of solemn waiting ... then the terrible word:
"Fire!"
Yonder, along the barrel of his rifle, near an old oak in whose branches he once used to climb, Philippe saw a great lubber in uniform throw up his hands, bend his legs one after the other and stretch himself along the ground, slowly, as though to sleep....
THE END
