But which is your tent?
Pray take me there.

I would be alone, a little while, to thank God for this great mercy." Half an hour later, the count reappeared at the entrance of the tent.

Pierre had wine and refreshments ready and, placing them on a box that served as a table, retired; leaving his master and the count together.
"Now, tell me all about it," the count said.

"Claire's description is a very vague one, and she bids me get all the details from you.
She only knows that a man on horseback rode at her, with uplifted sword.

She commended her soul to God, and stood expecting the blow; when there was a pistol shot, close to her, and the man fell from his horse.