I am not better than they.
You are the very spirit of the revolution incarnate, Sire, and----" "Your Majesty," interposed General Maurice.
"Well, sir ?" said Napoleon.
General Maurice, a famous light horseman, otherwise known as the Count de Vivonne, was an old friend and a devoted follower of the Emperor.
He had interfered before on occasion between Napoleon and his victims.
He knew the Emperor thoroughly and loved him.

He realized that it was his time to interpose, or someone's, and he had intuition enough to suspect that his interposition would be most welcome, that indeed Napoleon was playing, as he sometimes loved to do, a little comedy.
With a wave of his hand the general checked Marteau, whom he knew slightly, who had sprung forward to protest to the Emperor at the words of the woman he loved.
"Allow me a word, Sire," asked the General with that exquisite mixture of courtesy, deference and resolution which characterized his intercourse with the Emperor.
"I am always glad to hear from you, my good Maurice," said the Emperor familiarly.

"What have you to say ?" "This young woman is no traitor to you or to France, Sire, however strange her position." "How do you make that out ?" asked the Emperor, the flickering of a smile playing about his lips.
"It was her hand that struck up the Russian's pistol so that the bullet went there," the General of cavalry pointed upward a moment and then his hand fell until his index finger was trained upon the Emperor's heart, "instead of there," he added meaningly.
"Very good," said the Emperor graciously.

"But had she not struck up that hand it was in Marteau's heart that the bullet would have lodged, not in mine, if I remember rightly." "And if that gives me a claim, Sire, to your consideration----" "Have I not rewarded you enough," asked the Emperor, "in adding the official stamp of a patent to the nobility of heart which is already yours and by giving you the forfeited lands of Aumenier to boot ?" "And I would give them all for the safety of the lady yonder, whose family mine have served for eight hundred years, with whom I played when a boy, and be content to follow your Majesty as the simple soldier I have always been." "Brave heart and true," said the Emperor, touched.

"Mademoiselle, you cannot go back to Bluecher.