He seemed stupefied by the excess of his emotions; in no haste to go; uncertain whether he would go at all.

His adjutants were about him, and a small party of Ziethen Hussars under Captain Prittwitz.

Wild swarms of Cossacks approached the place.

"PRITTWITZ, ICH BIN VERLOREN (Prittwitz, I am lost)!" remarked he.

"NEIN, IHRO MAJESTAT!" answered Prittwitz with enthusiasm; charged fiercely, he and his few, into the swarms of Cossacks; cut them about, held them at bay, or sent them else-whither, while the Adjutants seized Friedrich's bridle, and galloped off with him.