The carriage was passing some squads of Hungarian cavalry moving at a walk toward Landshut.

By this time they must be close upon Landshut; they were in full retreat when I left them at day-break.

Landshut is done; Fouquet and his valiant 13,000 are trodden out there.

I waited a few minutes to listen, and as the clattering towards Landshut died away, all was silent.