"Ah, you're an Austrian.

Now I remember there's an Austrian field-marshal of that name." "He is my father but he is in the East.

My regiment was sent with an Austrian corp to the western front.

It seems that I am in great luck.

My wound is not mortal, but I should certainly have frozen to death out there if one of you had not come for me." "Scott went, of course," said Carstairs.