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"There he is!" said Boris, thinking Rostov had said "His

Highness," and pointing to the Grand Duke who with his high

shoulders and frowning brows stood a hundred paces away from them

in his helmet and Horse Guards' jacket, shouting something to a

pale, white uniformed Austrian officer.

"But that's the Grand Duke, and I want the commander in chief or

the Emperor," said Rostov, and was about to spur his horse.

"Count! Count!" shouted Berg who ran up from the other side as

eager as Boris. "Count! I am wounded in my right hand" (and he

showed his bleeding hand with a handkerchief tied round it) "and

I remained at the front. I held my sword in my left hand, Count.

All our family-the von Bergs-have been knights!"

He said something more, but Rostov did not wait to hear it and

rode away.