"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.