CHAPTER X.-- BATTLE OF MOLLWITZ.
"To-morrow," Sunday, did not prove the Day of Fight, after all.

Being a day of wild drifting snow, so that you could not see twenty paces, there was nothing for it but to sit quiet.

The King makes all his dispositions; sketches out punctually, to the last item, where each is to station himself, how the Army is to advance in Four Columns, ready for Neipperg wherever he may be,--towards Ohlau at any rate, whither it is not doubted Neipperg is bent.

These snowy six-and-thirty hours at Pogarell were probably, since the Custrin time, the most anxious of Friedrich's life.
Neipperg, for his part, struggles forward a few miles, this Sunday, April 9th; the Prussians rest under shelter in the wild weather.
Neipperg's head-quarters, this night, are a small Village or Hamlet, called Mollwitz: there and in the adjacent Hamlets, chiefly in Laugwitz and Gruningen, his Army lodges itself:--he is now fairly got between us and Ohlau,--if, in the blowing drift, we knew it, or he knew it.

But, in this confusion of the elements, neither party knows of the other: Neipperg has appointed that to-morrow, Monday, 10th, shall be a rest-day:--appointment which could by no means be kept, as it turned out! Friedrich had despatched messengers to Ohlau, that the force there should join him; messengers are all captured.