Ah, that! His Excellency told me about that just now.

Here stood the soldiers,"-- he mapped out the ground with his sword, "here stood the Great Napoleon, all alone.

He looks straight before him.

What does he see?
Nothing less than a hundred muskets pointing at him.

What does he do?
He walks up to the soldiers, opens his coat, and says, 'Soldiers, comrades, is there one of you will kill your Emperor ?' Damned if there was one! They dropped their muskets, and took to kissing his hands.