the same as he had said at the first examination he did not dare; to disclose his name and his position would be both dangerous and shameful. Pierre stood mute. But before he had time to come to any decision, Davoust raised his head, thrust his spectacles up on his forehead, screwed up his eyes, and looked intently at Pierre.
I know this man, he said, in a frigid, measured tone, obviously reckoning on frightening Pierre. The chill that had been running down Pierres back seemed to clutch his head in a vice.
General, you cannot know me, I have never seen you.
It is a Russian spy, Davoust interrupted, addressing another general in the room, whom Pierre had not noticed. And Davoust turned away. With an unexpected thrill in his voice, Pierre began speaking with sudden rapidity.
Non, monseigneur, he said, suddenly recalling that Davoust was a duke, you could not know me. I am a militia officer, and I have not quitted Moscow.
Your name? repeated Davoust.
What proof is there that you are not lying?
Monseigneur! cried Pierre in a voice not of offence but of supplication.
Davoust lifted his eyes and looked intently at Pierre. For several seconds they looked at one another, and that look saved Pierre. In that glance, apart from all circumstances of warfare and of judgment, human relations arose between these two men. Both of them in that one instant were vaguely aware of an immense number of different things, and knew that they were both children of humanity, that they were brothers.
At the first glance when Davoust raised his head from his memorandum, where mens lives and doings were marked off by numbers, Pierre was only a circumstance, and Davoust could have shot him with no sense of an evil deed on his conscience; but now he saw in him a man. He pondered an instant.
How will you prove to me the truth of what you say? said Davoust coldly.
Pierre thought of Ramballe, and mentioned his name and regiment and the street and house where he could be found.
You are not what you say, Davoust said again.
In a trembling, breaking voice, Pierre began to bring forward proofs of the truth of his testimony.
But at that moment an adjutant came in and said something to Davoust.
Davoust beamed at the news the adjutant brought him, and began buttoning up his uniform. Apparently he had completely forgotten about Pierre. When an adjutant reminded him of the prisoner, he nodded in Pierres direction with a frown, and told them to take him away. But where were they to take himPierre did not know: whether back to the shed or the place prepared for their execution which his companions had pointed out to him as they passed through the Virgins Meadow.
He turned his head and saw that the adjutant was repeating some question.
Yes, of course! said Davoust. But what that yes meant, Pierre could not tell.
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