This was a new and a very salutary experience for Charles.

It is a very novel sensation for a successful rogue to be the dupe of roguery.
Maurice pressed on, his army gathering force at every step.

He entered the Tyrol, swept through all its valleys, took possession of all its castles and its sublime fastnesses, and the blasts of his bugles reverberated among the cliffs of the Alps, ever sounding the charge and announcing victory, never signaling a defeat.

The emperor was reduced to the terrible humiliation of saving himself from capture only by flight.
The emperor could hardly credit his senses when told that his conquering foes were within two days' march of Innspruck, and that a squadron of horse might at any hour appear and cut off his retreat.

It was in the night when these appalling tidings were brought to him.