Roland raised his head slowly without attempting to hide the two great tears that were rolling down his cheeks.
"General," said Roland, "do with me what you will.

I am your prisoner." "I can't make the First Consul's ambassador a prisoner," replied Cadoudal, laughing, "but I can ask him to do me a service." "Command me, general." "I need a hospital for the wounded, and a prison for prisoners; will you take the Republican soldiers, wounded and prisoners, back to Vannes." "What do you mean, general ?" exclaimed Roland.
"I give them, or rather I confide them to you.

I regret that your horse was killed; so is mine.

But there is still that of Brise-Bleu; accept it." The young man made a motion of rejection.
"Until you can obtain another, of course," added Cadoudal, bowing.
Roland felt that he must put himself, at least in simplicity, on a level with the man with whom he was dealing.
"Shall I see you again, general ?" he asked, rising.
"I doubt it, sir.

My operations call me to the coast near Port-Louis; your duty recalls you to the Luxembourg." "What shall I tell the First Consul, general ?" "What you have seen, sir.