The dead were quickly despoiled, even the living were forced to contribute to the comfort of their conquerors.

It was night before the last French division got up from Sezanne, but there was enough food and weapons for all.
A new spirit had come over that army.

What had seemed to them a purposeless, ghastly march through the mud was now realized to be one of the most brilliant manoeuvres Napoleon had ever undertaken.

The conscripts, the raw boys, the National Guards, many of whom had been in action for the first time that day, were filled with incredible enthusiasm.

They were ready for anything.
But the army must have rest.