by Emil Ludwig
Night. Change of horses. A squad of soldiers led by an officer. The officer reports : "I am under Marshal Mortier's
On the Banks of the Seine
orders, and am seeking quarters for the troops that are being withdrawn."
" Troops being withdrawn ? Where is the empress ? Where is King Joseph ? "
" Her Majesty, with the king of Rome, fled yesterday to Blois. King Joseph left Paris to-day."
" Where is Marmont ? "
" I don't know, Sire."
Beads of sweat form on the Emperor's forehead; his lips twitch nervously; he is horrified at the news. He breaks out: " Forward! To-morrow the guards will be here. The National Guard is on my side. Once within the walls of Paris, I shall only leave the town as a conqueror or as a dead man ! "
With difficulty, Caulaincourt persuades him to renounce this foolhardy design. The Emperor orders that Marmont's corps is to take up its position behind the Essonne. Then he says to his minister: " Hasten to Paris ! Go on negotiating for a treaty. I have been betrayed and sold. You have full powers. I will wait for you here. It is not far. Forward !"
He drives a hundred paces nearer, and can see the waters of the Seine. But what is mirrored therein ? The enemy's watch-fires ! At the outposts, the invaders are cooking supper and singing songs ; while the Emperor, on the left bank with two post-chaises and a few servants, watches them under cover of the darkness.
Then he has the carriage turned, and drives to Fontainebleau.
XIV
Next morning, Talleyrand is sitting in his bedchamber, submitting to the ministrations of his valet. This statesman of the revolution still has his wig dressed in the rococo style. The door is thrown open, and almost before the servant has time to announce him, Count Nesselrode hurries in to greet the friend of many years' standing. He gets covered with powder from
The Tsar in Paris
head to foot, Talleyrand informs us. Two hours later, the tsar himself comes to stay with his intimate friend as guest; he will not put up at the Elysee for fear of bombs. The moment for which Napoleon's minister has worked indefatigably for six years has come at last, and the smiling victors shake hands with a sense of moral righteousness: virtue has triumphed ! After knocking at the gates of Paris for two and twenty years, the legitimist monarchs have at length been admitted. This is their great moment. They have ridden into the city. A small party of Bourbon supporters has hailed them as liberators; the Faubourg Saint-Germain has rallied. Elsewhere in Paris, silence reigns. Every one is calmly waiting to see whether, on the morrow, Napoleon or Louis is to be called master.
The Emperor's fate is sealed, for Joseph, in his cowardly flight and in spite of Napoleon's warnings, has not taken Talleyrand along with him, but has left that cleverest and most dangerous of enemies in Paris. It is not fixity of purpose on the part of the nation that brings the Emperor to his doom ; nor are the four allied foes unanimous as to his fate. He is ruined by the co-operation of faithless servants and treacherous friends, under the guidance of a man who is both—for Talleyrand, with the good graces of the tsar, takes upon himself the spiritual leadership of the next ten days. Now the intriguer is in his true element.
Yesterday he received another guest. Talleyrand by no means hates the Emperor, but has from the first sign of Napoleon's decline forsaken his master in order that he himself may climb. He has no wish to wreak vengeance on a prisoner, and, indeed, has no reason for revenge. Still, it would be convenient were the disturber of the peace quietly to disappear; and therefore he promises a goodly reward to a certain Maubreuil (a monarchist officer with an adventurous past) if this man " will carry out an important commission on the road to Fontainebleau." But the adventurer's heart fails him at the last
Talleyrand Rules
moment, and he is content to attack Jerome's brave young wife and carry off her jewels, instead of making an attempt on Napoleon's life. Bliicher, too, on his own initiative, has sent a detachment with definite orders to make an end of the Emperor.
" Well, what does France want ? " asks the tsar of the abbe, as a man of wide experience. Talleyrand has long had in mind the restoration of the former king, but he thinks it best to ask whom Alexander would recommend. Somewhat diffidently, the tsar mentions the name of Bernadotte. Talleyrand smiles : " France does not want any more soldiers. If we wanted one we should keep the one we have already, the finest soldier in the world. No other, in his place, would find a hundred men to follow him." Talleyrand says this to the conqueror, says it in plain words to the tsar; the defeated Emperor at Fontainebleau could have wished no greater tribute of admiration than such words from such lips in such a situation.
A day later, Talleyrand summons the Senate, and the legislature confirms the decision that the Emperor must abdicate. There is a general swing of opinion in this direction. Caulain-court is the only one who puts up a fight for Napoleon, and tries to win over the tsar. For a moment, Alexander's impressionable heart is touched; the image of his whilom friend rises before his mind; he wavers, and says that he will do his best with his allies to save the crown for the king of Rome.
But while the impotent Caulaincourt is trying to persuade the vacillating tsar, and is doing what he can to save the house of Bonaparte, at this same hour on the third of April, Talleyrand has summoned Marshal Marmont who, with his twelve thousand men across the Seine, is still a power, since the main body of the allies has not yet reached Paris.
See them sitting there, Napoleon's companion-in-arms and senior officer, hobnobbing with the doyen of the Emperor's ministers. The diplomat reasons coldly with the soldier, who hardly needs to listen to the arguments. He is hopelessly disillusioned, tired out. His faith had been shaken three years ago
Marmont's Treason
in Spain. His thoughts run this wise: " What is the use of trying to march with a dead man ? The king is dead; long live the king! At the military academy, we were all monarchists. His defeat is a proof that the Bourbons have the right of it. The only choice is between being stood up in front of an old wall or taking one's stand behind an old throne. The oath of allegiance ? That has been abrogated. The ties of friendship ? Only the other day, he was scolding me after the Laon affair." Acting on the suggestion of his old acquaintance Marmont writes to Schwarzenberg, the allies' commander-in-chief:
" By the decree of the Senate, the army and the people have been released from their obligation of fealty to Napoleon. I am ready to promote an understanding between people and army, in order to avoid civil war." Upon this pretext, which he subsequently endeavoured to fortify with the excuse of patriotism (the paltry argument of every turncoat), the Emperor's senior marshal destroys the Emperor. Augereau, in a shameful proclamation, is quick to follow Marmont's lead.
At the time when Talleyrand is winning over the marshals, the Emperor in Fontainebleau is reviewing his guards. To them he exclaims : " Never shall we allow any one to wear in Paris the white cockade of the emigre's. ... In a few days we will attack the enemy in Paris ! " The officers brandish their swords enthusiastically, shouting: "A Paris! Vive l'Empereur!" He waves his hand to them, and, smiling joyfully, he briskly mounts the steps, surrounded by his last ministers in their embroidered coats.
Soon afterwards, a carriage draws up in the courtyard. Caulaincourt steps out; he is pale, having passed the night in a vigil. He approaches the Emperor. Berthier enquires : " Well, my lad, how goes it ?" The minister hesitates to answer, for he does not like Berthier's tone. Are the very nearest going to fall away too ? He finds the Emperor at work.
" What do they want of me ? " asks Napoleon eagerly.
The Bourbons — Never!
" Great sacrifices, that you may retain the crown for your son."
" You mean that they refuse to treat with me ! They want to make a helot of me, to hold me up as a warning to all those whose genius enables them to rule men and to make the born kings tremble on their ancient thrones ! "
Bonaparte's metallic tone! Such is the mood produced in the Em
peror by the sight of his guards, by the perusal of his latest muster rolls, by the study of his maps. Now the minister mentions the most moderate of the tsar's demands. Napoleon is to abdicate in favour of the king of Rome, and then the terms of a regency will be discussed. But there is talk of a Bourbon restoration. The Emperor leaps to his feet:
" They are mad ! The Bourbons in France ; they would not be able to hold their position for a year! Nine-tenths of the nation cannot endure them; my soldiers will never serve under them. They have lived for twenty years upon the alms of a foreigner, at war all the time with the fundamental principles of their homeland! The Senate consists entirely of regicides, or the sons of regicides. I was a newcomer, with nothing to take vengeance for; a man whose only business it was to upbuild. . . . No doubt they can draw profit out of the crash, can exile me and my family; but the Bourbons—never ! "
Thus does his work roll before his mind as in a rhapsody, lighted up by his contempt for those whom he succeeded and who are now to succeed him. He becomes the soldier once more. " They demand my abdication. Will the crown then be secure for my son ? I have still fifty thousand men. They will march with me to Paris. After the victory, the people shall decide. If, then, the French want to chase me away, I will go." See the conflict in his soul. As statesman, he is willing to abdicate, that his son may reign; as soldier, he is still eager to fight, that he may retain all.
But while enthusiasm grows in the rank and file of his army, while the common soldiers are willing to give their lives for the
He Drafts an Abdication
Emperor, the marshals are malcontent. Although they have not yet heard of Marmont's defection, they cherish like wishes and would gladly shake off their allegiance to Napoleon if they could do so decently. This marked difference between the mood of the men and that of their leaders is once more a vengeance for the system of titles and monetary rewards with whose aid the military commander, when he had become an emperor, had transformed generals into marshals. Next day, the senior; among them are of one mind. Ney, Macdonald, Oudinot, and Lefevre, in the most subservient way possible, speak to him of the advantages of abdication.
The Emperor shows them his maps, which are again beset with coloured pins; he points out to them that the enemy is in an unfavourable position, and enumerates his own resources All is vain ! The frame of mind they had shown in Diiben Castle, intensified a hundredfold, blocks his way. Silently he dismisses them, for he wants to think over a plan. Mentally, he has mustered his forces, and the total of his additions does no seem to him a bad one. A conditional renunciation, therefore will not betoken anything more than an armistice, a postponement.
A few hours after the audience of the marshals, he sends for Caulaincourt, and points to a holograph document on the table
" There is my abdication. You can take it to Paris."
The minister reads:
" Since the allied powers have declared that Emperor Napo leon is the only obstacle to the peace of Europe, Emperor Napoleon, faithful to his oath, declares himself ready, for the welfare of his country, which is inseparable from the rights of his son, from those of the regency of the empress, and from th maintenance of the laws of the Empire, to descend from the throne, to give up France and even life itself."
What a style! A diplomatic document, involved in it phraseology, cautiously worded, ambiguous, penned for the inspection of diplomats of the old school. Nothing of Napoleon
Consequences ofMarmont's Desertion
Icon in it. The minister begs for the companionship of two of the marshals for so important a mission.
" Take Marmont and Ney," says the Emperor, adding, " Marmont is my oldest comrade."
" Marmont is not here."
" Macdonald, then."
Late that evening, three hours after the interview with Napoleon, the plenipotentiaries are at the Elysee confronting the allied princes and ministers. Most of the negotiations are carried on between the tsar and Caulaincourt. The latter's contention that the French are heartily against the Bourbons has its effect; the parleys continue far into the night. Suddenly an announcement is made in Russian; the Frenchmen do not understand. Thereupon the tsar speaks : " You are relying, gentlemen, upon the unshakable loyalty of the troops towards the imperial regime. Well, I have just been informed that the advance guard, the sixth army corps, has deserted the Emperor. It has come over to our lines."
The allies' task has become easier; they now demand instant and unconditional abdication. Meanwhile the Emperor sends one courier after another from Fontainebleau to his minister. He writes :
" If they refuse to negotiate with me, what kind of a treaty will it be ? ... Bring back my act of abdication, I command you. ... I will sign no treaty ! "
Next day at six o'clock in the morning the Emperor is at work with Berthier. A captain is introduced, an adjutant of Mortier's.
" Well, what news ? "
" The sixth army corps has gone over to the enemy. It is marching to Paris."
The Emperor seizes him by the arm and shakes it.
" Marmont ? Are you sure ? Did the troops know where they were being led ? "
" During the night they were led into the Austrian camp.
"All Young France Is Ready I "
They were told that they were marching against the enemy."
" My men have to be duped before they can be torn away from me ! Did you see Marmont at the time he set out ? "
"No, Sire."
" The cavalry, too ? "
" In close columns."
" Where is Mortier ? "
" He sent me to tell you that his corps will be loyal to you in life and in death. He awaits Your Majesty's orders. The young guard is ready to die for you. All young France is ready ! "
The Emperor steps close up to the young officer, looks him straight in the eyes, and with a friendly gesture allows his hand to slip under the fringe of the epaulette so that it may rest on the captain's shoulder. Thus does the ageing Napoleon find support once more in the young men of France.
When Caulaincourt brings the demands, he is accompanied only by Macdonald.
" Where is Ney ? "
Silence. A pause. Then he is told the conditions. They probe him to the quick. To disavow the dynasty ? For a decade the dynasty has been his goal.
" My personal withdrawal did not suffice ? Must I, with my signature, disinherit my wife and my son ? I cannot do this ! I won their throne for them by my deeds ! " The paradox has taken such deep root in his thoughts that he has ceased to be aware of his existence. Then he counts his troops again.
" I have twenty-five thousand men here ; I can speedily bring up another eighteen thousand from Italy ; Souchet has eighteen thousand, Soult forty. I shall fight ! . . ."
The remaining troops are loyal, but the leaders are weary of the struggle. Why does he not place himself at the head of his guards ? Because he can only think in terms of marshals, because the feudalist atmosphere is cutting him off from his stalwarts.
Awaiting the Signature
Here they all come again! They warn him, even Berthier joins with the others now, that Fontainebleau can easily be surrounded. He listens to them with dignified composure. Then he abruptly asks them whether they are prepared to march with him to the Loire; or to Italy, where they can join Eugene's forces. Behind the proposal, we sense new plans of our adventurer. But the men who stand before him are marshals and Frenchmen ; they breathe the words " civil war "; they advise him to abdicate. The island of Elba has been chosen for his dwelling place; he had better take what he can get! He dismisses them.
" None of them has either heart or reins ! I am not so much beaten by fortune, as by the ingratitude of my brothers-in-arms. It is infamous. All is over ! "
Without, in the drawing-room, groups of courtiers and dignitaries have assembled. Voices are hushed as though a king lay dead. All are awaiting the signature. The Emperor is well aware of this, he allows no one to enter his room, he will keep them waiting till morning,
After a feverish, sleepless night, his negotiators find him sitting in his dressing-gown before the fire, a broken man and pitiable.
They bring him the deed which they have signed in Paris that night. He is to receive Elba, and two million francs as annual subsidy; he is to retain the title of Emperor; he is to have a guard of four hundred men. Talleyrand had warned the allies that this proximity of the lion to France was a menace; he suggested Corfu, and even mentioned St. Helena. Fouche endeavours to shield the Emperor from a slow descent from the heights; in elegantly phrased letters he suggests that Napoleon should go straight to America, where, as a free citizen, life could be started anew.—The farther away from the coasts of Europe, the better !
All this leaves the Emperor cold. He is visioning something different. He sees how Macdonald is standing the test; in his secret heart he is comparing this marshal with those others who
He Signs the Abdication
have shown so much ingratitude ; he feels now that he has not honoured the man enough. In this hour when he has to sign his abdication, Napoleon says :
" I have not sufficiently rewarded you. Now I can do no more. Take the sword which Sultan Selim gave me and keep it in remembrance." While all are waiting for the signature, the Emperor sends for the gilded scimitar, and embraces the general as he presents it. Then Napoleon signs the act of abdication.
" The allied powers having declared that Emperor Napoleon is the sole obstacle to the re-establishment of peace in Europe, the Emperor, faithful to his oath, declares that he renounces, for himself and his heirs, the thrones of France and Italy, and that there is no sacrifice, not even that of life, which he is not ready to make for the interests of France."
The deed is done ! All breathe freely again. The generals and the courtiers leave Fontainebleau; Maret alone remains. They hasten to Paris; even Berthier throws himself into the arms of the provisional government. Talleyrand and Fouche are at the head of things.
