If I may, is it offtopic, prolog, continuation of the story from the top.
... In the meantime, the Polish colonel was riding to east through the German-speaking lands. He told himself that he was returning to his homeland ... to home, to wife! He wanted this! He was tired. But he had orders. New orders. He searched the headquarters of VIII Corps of the Grand Army of Prince Jozef Poniatowski. Somwhere here?! But where? Said to himself.
Oh fate! Already Duchy of Warsaw was occupied by the Muscovites. Not all yet ... Fortress Glogau still defended else ... until 1814, but he and no one else knew about it.
Wind blew when he commuted to the top of the hill. Winter is coming. Thought. Recently I fought side by side with the Marshal Vandamme at Kulm! We won there ... but the enemy ... Austrians, Russians, Prussians still attacked elsewhere!
For the top, literally fell into a group of riders! Fortunately they were Saxons. Napoleon's allies. Thank God.
Salute! Where am I now, Meine Herren? Asked.
They answered him around town Lobau, Lausitz. After a short conversation, it turned out that while on patrol, captured few prisoners, spies and important letters. Sergeant, patrol commander, boasted that has even letters in Spanish.
In Spanish? Pole asked curiously. Can I? He read. With each verse, his eyes shined, eyebrows raised up, mouth opened.
Lead to the commander! Quickly! Told.
But what happened? Saxon asked in fear.
War! Again! Austrians are coming! Shouted.
Tightened their horses. Drove through the village, windmill creaked in the wind. In the head of the Pole seethed. These Spanish words in the letter?! I know them! ... Madre Dios! ... Your humble servant ... Austrian-Spanish alliance ... Princessa Regiment ... Spanish Brigade ... Porque Lucho! ... It's he! Capitao R. B.! Spaniard! Again!? Here?!
What he doing here? Spying? Diplomatic mission? Why he did not return to Spain? Cholera! As if cursing said. He is like a Don Quijote de la Mancha!
Looked again at the windmill, his mouth twisted into a smile. It must be clarified.
Blowing in the wind quickly silenced the neighing of horses ...
_________________ Général de Brigade Cezary Pluskwa, 17ème Régiment de Dragons, 1ère Brigade, 4ème Division de Dragons, 3ème Corps d'Armée, La Grande Armée.
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