Part 98 (1/2)
Lord Tanlay turned to the First Consul. ”Of course you know,” said he, ”that the Emperor of Russia is mad.”
”Is it that letter that makes you think so, my lord?” asked Bonaparte.
”No; but it confirms my opinion.”
”It was a madman who gave Henry VI. of Lancaster the crown of Saint-Louis, and the blazon of England still bears--until I scratch them out with my sword--the fleur-de-lis of France.”
Sir John smiled; his national pride revolted at this a.s.sumption in the conqueror of the Pyramids.
”But,” said Bonaparte, ”that is not the question to-day; everything in its own time.”
”Yes,” murmured Sir John, ”we are too near Aboukir.”
”Oh, I shall never defeat you at sea,” said Bonaparte; ”it would take fifty years to make France a maritime nation; but over there,” and he motioned with his hand to the East, ”at the present moment, I repeat, that the question is not war but peace. I must have peace to accomplish my dream, and, above all, peace with England. You see, I play aboveboard; I am strong enough to speak frankly. If the day ever comes when a diplomatist tells the truth, he will be the first diplomatist in the world; for no one will believe him, and he will attain, unopposed, his ends.”
”Then I am to tell my uncle that you desire peace.”
”At the same time letting him know that I do not fear war. If I can't ally myself with King George, I can, as you see, do so with the Emperor Paul; but Russia has not reached that point of civilization that I desire in an ally.”
”A tool is sometimes more useful than an ally.”
”Yes; but, as you said, the Emperor is mad, and it is better to disarm than to arm a madman. I tell you that two nations like France and England ought to be inseparable friends or relentless enemies; friends, they are the poles of the world, balancing its movements with perfect equilibrium; enemies, one must destroy the other and become the world's sole axis.”
”But suppose Lord Grenville, not doubting your genius, still doubts your power; if he holds the opinion of our poet Coleridge, that our island needs no rampart, no bulwark, other than the raucous murmur of the ocean, what shall I tell him?”
”Unroll the map of the world, Bourrienne,” said Bonaparte.
Bourrienne unrolled a map; Bonaparte stepped over to it.
”Do you see those two rivers?” said he, pointing to the Volga and the Danube. ”That's the road to India,” he added.
”I thought Egypt was, general,” said Sir John.
”So did I for a time; or, rather, I took it because I had no other. But the Czar opens this one; your government can force me to take it. Do you follow me?”
”Yes; citizen; go on.”
”Well, if England forces me to fight her, if I am obliged to accept this alliance with Catherine's successor, this is what I shall do: I shall embark forty thousand Russians on the Volga; I shall send them down the river to Astrakhan; they will cross the Caspian and await me at Asterabad.”
Sir John bowed in sign of deep attention. Bonaparte continued: ”I shall embark forty thousand Frenchmen on the Danube.”
”Excuse me, citizen First Consul, but the Danube is an Austrian river.”
”I shall have taken Vienna.”
Sir John stared at Bonaparte.
”I shall have taken Vienna,” continued the latter. ”I shall then embark forty thousand Frenchmen on the Danube; I find Russian vessels at its mouth ready to transport them to Taganrog; I march them by land along the course of the Don to Pratisbianskaa, whence they move to Tzaritsin; there they descend the Volga in the same vessels that have transported the forty thousand Russians to Asterabad; fifteen days later I have eighty thousand men in western Persia. From Asterabad, these united corps will march to the Indus; Persia, the enemy of England, is our natural ally.”