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never seen it before, and I hope I shall never
see it again!” said the Mayor, wiping the
cold perspiration from his forehead.
“Is he dead?” asked the soldier from the
other side of the room.
“Yes, I am afraid he is dead,” said the
Mayor, endeavouring to steady his voice.
“It is no good trying to hide it from you.
We had no hope about him from the
beginning; but your case is quite different, and
you will get all right if only you try to be
calm, lie still, and do not speak.”
“I am glad he is dead,” said the soldier.
“He commanded my squadron; I have lived
in fear of him night and day for these two
months. He has kicked me many times, and
the last time he struck me with his whip
across the face was the day before I was
wounded. I am glad he is dead; it is no
fault of his if there are still any of his men
left alive, but if there are any I should like
to live to be able to tell it them!”
“You must not speak,” said the Doctor;
“it is necessary that you should lie quite still
and silent if you are to get well.”
“You say it does me harm to speak; I say
it does me good. I am going to have my say
this time, they cannot stifle my voice any
longer; I am a free man at last. You had
better listen; it is the last speech of a German
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