found him at the top of a steeple, with a telescope in his hand.
Never did I see him so disturbed or undecided as on this occasion.
Orders were immediately given that we should retreat through the
city, into the opposite suburb, where we were to halt, but not
unsaddle.

We had not been here long before a most heavy rain fell, and the
night became exceedingly dark. My cousin Trenck made his approach
about nine in the evening, with his pandour and janissary music, and
set fire to several houses. They found we were in the suburb, and
began to fire upon us from the city windows. The tumult became
extreme: the city was too full for us to re-enter: the gate was
shut, and they fired from above at us with our field-pieces. Trenck
had let in the waters upon us, and we were up to the girths by
midnight, and almost in despair. We lost seven men, and my horse
was wounded in the neck.

The King, and all of us, had certainly been made prisoners had my
cousin, as he has since told me, been able to continue the assault
he had begun: but a cannon ball having wounded him in the foot, he
was carried off, and the pandours retired. The corps of Nassau
arrived next day to our aid; we quitted Kollin, and during the march
the King said to me, "Your cousin had nearly played us a malicious
prank last night, but the deserters say he is killed." He then
asked what our relationship was, and there our conversation ended.



CHAPTER III.