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Before he had reached the embankments that were being thrown up,

he saw, in the light of the dull autumn evening, mounted men

coming toward him. The foremost, wearing a Cossack cloak and

lambskin cap and riding a white horse, was Prince Bagration.

Prince Andrew stopped, waiting for him to come up; Prince

Bagration reined in his horse and recognizing Prince Andrew

nodded to him. He still looked ahead while Prince Andrew told him

what he had seen.