One or two may have been hurt, but what would you have?
The egg must be broken for the omelette.
I could hear the huntsman shouting his congratulations behind me.
One more effort, and the dogs were all behind me.

Only the fox was in front.
Ah, the joy and pride of that moment! To know that I had beaten the English at their own sport.

Here were three hundred all thirsting for the life of this animal, and yet it was I who was about to take it.
I thought of my comrades of the light cavalry brigade, of my mother, of the Emperor, of France.

I had brought honour to each and all.
Every instant brought me nearer to the fox.

The moment for action had arrived, so I unsheathed my sabre.