Book 1-- July 1805 - November 1805

A lot of fighting....

"Having galloped unharmed between the French, he reached a field behind the wood through which our men were running, deaf to the orders, and scattering down hill. This was the critical moment of moral vacillation which decides the fate of battles: would this disorderly mob of soldiers heed the voice of their commander, or would they merely look at him and continue their flight? Despite his despairing yells - and hitherto their general had always been such a redoubtable figure - despite his infuriated, purple countenance distorted out of all likeness to itself, and despite his brandished sword, the soldiers all continued to run, shouting, shooting into the air and not listening to the word of command. The moral see-saw which decides the fate of battles was evidently coming down on the side of panic."
p. 218