CHAPTER XVII THE DEATH OF GUSTAVUS

The determination of Gustavus to march to the assistance of Saxony once

taken, he lost not a moment in carrying it into effect. General Banner,

whom he greatly trusted, was unfortunately suffering from a wound, and

until he should recover he appointed the Prince Palatine of Burkenfeldt

to command a corps 12,000 strong which he determined to leave on

the Danube; then strengthening the garrisons of Augsburg, Rain, and

Donauworth, he set out with the remainder of his army on his march to

Saxony.

From Donauworth he marched to Nuremberg, stayed there forty-eight hours

to recover the fortress of Lauf, and, having forced the garrison of that

place to surrender at discretion, pushed on with all possible speed to

Erfurt, which he had fixed upon as the point of junction for his several

corps. The Green Brigade formed a portion of the force which Gustavus

left behind him in Bavaria under the Prince Palatine. So terribly

weakened were the Scottish regiments by the various battles of the

campaign, in all of which they had borne the brunt of the fighting,

that Gustavus determined reluctantly to leave them behind for rest and

reorganization.

Hepburn, Sir James Hamilton, Sir James Ramsay, and the Marquis of

Hamilton, who like Hepburn had quarrelled with Gustavus, left the

Swedish army the day after they arrived at Neustadt, after marching

away from Nuremberg. All the Scottish officers in the Swedish army

accompanied Hepburn and his three companions along the road for a long

German mile from Neustadt, and then parted with great grief from the

gallant cavalier who had led them so often to victory.

Malcolm Graheme did not remain behind in Bavaria with his comrades of

the Green Brigade. Gustavus, who had taken a great fancy to the young

Scotch officer, whose spirit of adventure and daring were in strong

harmony with his own character, appointed him to ride on his own

personal staff. Although he parted with regret from his comrades,

Malcolm was glad to accompany the king on his northward march, for there

was no probability of any very active service in Bavaria, and it was

certain that a desperate battle would be fought when Gustavus and

Wallenstein met face to face in the open field.

At Erfurt Gustavus was joined by Duke Bernhard of Saxe-Weimar with his

force, which raised his army to a strength of 20,000. The news of his

approach had again revived the courage of the Elector of Saxony, who

had occupied the only towns where the Elbe could be crossed, Dresden,

Torgau, and Wittenberg--he himself, with his main army of 15,000 men,

lying at Torgau. From him Gustavus learned that the Imperial army was

divided into three chief corps--that of Wallenstein 12,000 strong, that

of Pappenheim 10,000, those of Gallas and Holk united 16,000, making a

total of 38,000 men.

So great was the speed with which Gustavus had marched to Erfurt that

Wallenstein had received no notice of his approach; and believing that

for some time to come he should meet with no serious opposition, he had

on the very day after the Swedes reached Erfurt despatched Gallas with

12,000 men into Bohemia. A division of his troops was at the same time

threatening Naumburg, whose possession would enable him to block the

only easy road with which Gustavus could enter the country held by him.

But Gustavus at Erfurt learned that Naumburg had not yet fallen, and

marching with great rapidity reached the neighbourhood of that town

before the Imperialists were aware that he had quitted Erfurt, and

cutting up a small detachment of the enemy who lay in his way, entered

the town and at once began to intrench it. Wallenstein first learned

from the fugitives of the beaten detachment that Gustavus had arrived at

Naumburg, but as his own position lay almost centrally between Naumburg

and Torgau, so long as he could prevent the Swedes and Saxons from

uniting, he felt safe; for although together they would outnumber him,

he was superior in strength to either if alone. The Imperialist general

believed that Gustavus intended to pass the winter at Naumburg, and he

had therefore no fear of an immediate attack.

In order to extend the area from which he could draw his supplies

Wallenstein despatched Pappenheim to secure the fortress of Halle; for

although that town had been captured the fortress held out, and barred

the main road to the north. From Halle Pappenheim was to proceed to the

relief of Cologne, which was menaced by the enemy.

Having done this, Wallenstein withdrew from the line of the Saale and

prepared to distribute his army in winter quarters in the towns of the

district, he himself with a portion of the force occupying the little

town of Lutzen. But Gustavus had no idea of taking up his quarters for

the winter at Naumburg; and he proposed to the Elector of Saxony that if

he would march to Eilenberg, midway to Leipzig, he himself would make

a detour to the south round Wallenstein's position and join him there.

Without waiting to receive the answer of the elector, Gustavus, leaving

a garrison in Naumburg, set out at one o'clock in the morning on the

5th of November on his march; but before he had proceeded nine miles he

learned from a number of gentlemen and peasants favourable to the

cause that Pappenheim had started for Halle, that the remainder of

the Imperial army lay dispersed among the towns and villages of the

neighbourhood, and that Wallenstein himself was at Lutzen.

Gustavus called his generals together and informed them of the news.

Learning that Lutzen was but five miles distant--as it turned out, a

mistaken piece of information, as it was nearly twice as far--he ordered

that the men should take some food, and then wheeling to the left, push

on towards Lutzen.

It was not until some time later that Wallenstein learned from the

Imperial scouts that Gustavus was upon him. It was then nearly five

o'clock in the evening, and darkness was at hand. Considering the heavy

state of the roads, and the fact that Gustavus would have in the last

three miles of his march to traverse a morass crossed by a bridge over

which only two persons could pass abreast, he felt confident that the

attack could not be made until the following morning.

Mounted messengers were sent in all directions to bring up his troops

from the villages in which they were posted, and in the meantime the

troops stationed around Lutzen were employed in preparing obstacles to

hinder the advance of the Swedes. On either side of the roads was a low

swampy country intersected with ditches, and Wallenstein at once set his

men to work to widen and deepen these ditches, which the troops as they

arrived on the ground were to occupy. All night the troops laboured at

this task.

In the meantime Gustavus had found the distance longer and the

difficulties greater than he had anticipated; the roads were so heavy

that it was with difficulty that the artillery and ammunition wagons

could be dragged along them, and the delay caused by the passage of the

morass was very great.

Indeed the passage would have been scarcely possible had the men of an

Imperial regiment of cuirassiers and a battalion of Croats, who were

posted in a village on the further side of the morass, defended it; but

instead of doing so they fell back to an eminence in the rear of the

village, and remained there quietly until, just as the sun set, the

whole Swedish army got across. The cuirassiers and Croats were at once

attacked and put to flight; but as darkness was now at hand it was

impossible for Gustavus to make any further advance, and the army was

ordered to bivouac as it stood. The state of the roads had defeated the

plans of Gustavus. Instead of taking the enemy by surprise, as he had

hoped, and falling upon them scattered and disunited, the delays which

had occurred had given Wallenstein time to bring up all his forces, and

at daybreak Gustavus would be confronted by a force nearly equal to

his own, and occupying a position very strongly defended by natural

obstacles.

Before the day was won, Pappenheim, for whom Wallenstein would have sent

as soon as he heard of the Swedish advance, might be on the field,

and in that case the Imperialists would not only have the advantage of

position but also that of numbers. It was an anxious night, and

Gustavus spent the greater part of it in conversation with his generals,

especially Kniphausen and Duke Bernhard.

The former strongly urged that the army should repass the morass and

march, as originally intended, to effect a junction with the Saxons.

He pointed out that the troops were fatigued with their long and weary

march during the day, and would have to fight without food, as it had

been found impossible to bring up the wagons with the supplies; he

particularly urged the point that Pappenheim would arrive on the field

before the victory could be won. But Gustavus was of opinion that the

disadvantages of retreat were greater than those of action. The troops,

hungry, weary, and dispirited, would be attacked as they retired, and

he believed that by beginning the action early the Imperialists could be

defeated before Pappenheim could return from Halle.

Gustavus proposed to move forward at two o'clock in the morning; but

fate was upon this occasion against the great Swedish leader. Just as on

the previous day the expected length of the march and the heavy state of

the roads had prevented him from crushing Wallenstein's scattered army,

so now a thick fog springing up, making the night so dark that a soldier

could not see the man standing next to him, prevented the possibility of

movement, and instead of marching at two o'clock in the morning it was

nine before the sun cleared away the fog sufficiently to enable the

army to advance. Then, after addressing a few stirring words to his men,

Gustavus ordered the advance towards Chursitz, the village in front of

them.

The king himself led the right wing, consisting of six regiments of

Swedes, supported by musketeers intermingled with cavalry. The left,

composed of cavalry and infantry intermixed, was commanded by Duke

Bernhard. The centre, consisting of four brigades of infantry supported

by the Scottish regiments under Henderson, was commanded by Nicholas

Brahe, Count of Weissenburg.

The reserves behind each of these divisions were formed entirely of

cavalry, commanded on the right by Bulach, in the centre by Kniphausen,

and on the left by Ernest, Prince of Anhalt. The field pieces, twenty

in number, were disposed to the best advantage between the wings. Franz

Albert of Lauenburg, who had joined the army the day before, rode by

the king. A short halt was made at Chursitz, where the baggage was left

behind, and the army then advanced against the Imperialists, who at once

opened fire.

Wallenstein had posted his left so as to be covered by a canal, while

his right was protected by the village of Lutzen. On some rising ground

to the left of that village, where there were several windmills, he

planted fourteen small pieces of cannon, while to support his front,

which was composed of the musketeers in the ditches on either side of

the road, he planted a battery of seven heavy pieces of artillery.

The main body of his infantry he formed into four massive brigades,

which were flanked on both sides by musketeers intermixed with cavalry.

Count Coloredo commanded on the left, Holk on the right, Terzky in the

centre.

As the Swedish army advanced beyond Chursitz the seven heavy pieces

of artillery on the side of the road opened upon them, doing much

execution, while their own lighter guns could not reply effectively. The

Swedes pressed forward to come to close quarters. The left wing, led

by Duke Bernhard, was the first to arrive upon the scene of action.

Gallantly led by the duke his men forced the ditches, cleared the road,

charged the deadly battery, killed or drove away the gunners, and rushed

with fury on the Imperialist right.

Holk, a resolute commander, tried in vain to stem the assault; the

ardour of the Swedes was irresistible, and they scattered, one after

the other, his three brigades. The battle seemed already lost when

Wallenstein himself took his place at the head of the fourth brigade,

and fell upon the Swedes, who were disordered by the rapidity and ardour

of their charge, while at the same moment he launched three regiments of

cavalry on their flanks.

The Swedes fought heroically but in vain; step by step they were driven

back, the battery was recaptured, and the guns, which in the excitement

of the advance the captors had omitted to spike, were retaken by the

Imperialists.

In the meantime on the right the king had also forced the road, and had

driven from the field the Croats and Poles opposed to him, and he was on

the point of wheeling his troops to fall on the flank of the Imperialist

centre when one of Duke Bernhard's aides-de-camp dashed up with the news

that the left wing had fallen back broken and in disorder.

Leaving to Count Stalhaus to continue to press the enemy, Gustavus,

accompanied by his staff, rode at full gallop to the left at the head of

Steinboch's regiment of dragoons. Arrived on the spot he dashed to the

front at a point where his men had not yet been forced back across the

road, and riding among them roused them to fresh exertions. By his side

were Franz Albert of Lauenberg and a few other followers. But his pace

had been so furious that Steinboch's dragoons had not yet arrived. As

he urged on his broken men Gustavus was struck in the shoulder by a

musketball. He reeled in his saddle, but exclaimed, “It is nothing,” and

ordered them to charge the enemy with the dragoons. Malcolm Graheme and

others on his staff hesitated, but the king exclaimed, “Ride all,

the duke will see to me.” The cavalry dashed forward, and the king,

accompanied only by Franz Albert, Duke of Lauenberg, turned to leave the

field, but he had scarcely moved a few paces when he received another

shot in the back. Calling out to Franz Albert that it was all over with

him, the mortally wounded king fell to the ground.

Franz Albert, believing the battle lost, galloped away; the king's

page alone remained with the dying man. A minute later three Austrian

cuirassiers rode up, and demanded the name of the dying man. The page

Leubelfing refused to give it, and firing their pistols at him they

stretched him mortally wounded beside the dying king. Gustavus then, but

with difficulty, said who he was. The troopers leapt from their horses

and stripped his rich armour from him, and then, as they saw Steinboch's

dragoons returning from their charge, they placed their pistols close to

the king's head and fired, and then leaping on their horses fled.

Great was the grief when Malcolm, happening to ride near the body,

recognized it as that of the king. An instant later a regiment of

Imperialist cavalry charged down, and a furious fight took place for

some minutes over the king's body. It was, however, at last carried

off by the Swedes, so disfigured by wounds and by the trampling of the

horses in the fray as to be unrecognizable.

The news of the fall of their king, which spread rapidly through

the ranks, so far from discouraging the Swedes, inspired them with a

desperate determination to avenge his death, and burning with fury they

advanced against the enemy, yet preserving the most perfect steadiness

and order in their ranks.

In vain did Wallenstein and his officers strive to stem the attack of

the left wing, their bravery and skill availed nothing to arrest that

furious charge. Regiment after regiment who strove to bar their way

were swept aside, the guns near the windmills were captured and turned

against the enemy. Step by step the Imperial right wing was forced back,

and the centre was assailed in flank by the guns from the rising ground,

while Stalhaus with the right wing of the Swedes attacked them on their

left.

Hopeless of victory the Imperialist centre was giving way, when the

explosion of one of their powder wagons still further shook them.

Attacked on both flanks and in front the Imperialist centre wavered,

and in a few minutes would have been in full flight. The Swedish victory

seemed assured, when a mighty trampling of horse was heard, and emerging

from the smoke Pappenheim with eight regiments of Imperial cavalry

dashed into the fray.

Pappenheim had already captured the citadel of Halle when Wallenstein's

messenger reached him. To wait until his infantry, who were engaged in

plundering, could be collected, and then to proceed at their pace to

the field of battle, would be to arrive too late to be of service, and

Pappenheim instantly placed himself at the head of his eight regiments

of magnificent cavalry, and galloped at full speed to the battlefield

eighteen miles distant. On the way he met large numbers of flying Poles

and Croats, the remnants of the Austrian left, who had been driven from

the field by Gustavus; these he rallied, and with them dashed upon the

troops of Stalhaus who were pursuing them, and forced them backward.

The relief afforded to the Imperialists by this opportune arrival

was immense, and leaving Pappenheim to deal with the Swedish right,

Wallenstein rallied his own right on the centre, and opposed a

fresh front to the advancing troops of Duke Bernhard and Kniphausen.

Inspirited by the arrival of the reinforcements, and burning to turn

what had just appeared a defeat into a victory, the Imperialists

advanced with such ardour that the Swedes were driven back, the guns on

the hills recaptured, and it seemed that in this terrible battle victory

was at last to declare itself in favour of the Imperialists.

It needed only the return of Pappenheim from the pursuit of the Swedish

right to decide the day, but Pappenheim was not to come. Though driven

back by the first impetuous charge of the Imperial cavalry, the Swedes

under Stalhaus, reinforced by the Scottish regiments under Henderson,

stubbornly opposed their further attacks.

While leading his men forward Pappenheim fell with two musketballs

through his body. While lying there the rumour for the first time

reached him that Gustavus had been killed. When upon inquiry the truth

of the rumour was confirmed, the eyes of the dying man lighted up.

“Tell Wallenstein,” he said to the officer nearest to him, “that I am

lying here without hope of life, but I die gladly, knowing, as I now

know, that the irreconcilable enemy of my faith has fallen on the same

day.”

The Imperialists, discouraged by the fall of their general, could

not withstand the ardour with which the Swedes and Scottish infantry

attacked them, and the cavalry rode from the field. Elsewhere the

battle was still raging. Wallenstein's right and centre had driven Count

Bernhard, the Duke of Brahe, and Kniphausen across that desperately

contested road, but beyond this they could not force them, so stubbornly

and desperately did they fight. But Stalhaus and his men, refreshed and

invigorated by their victory over Pappenheim's force, again came up

and took their part in the fight. Wallenstein had no longer a hope of

victory, he fought now only to avoid defeat. The sun had already set,

and if he could but maintain his position for another half hour darkness

would save his army.

He fell back across the road again, fighting stubbornly and in good

order, and extending his line to the left to prevent Stalhaus from

turning his flank; and in this order the terrible struggle continued

till nightfall. Both sides fought with splendid bravery. The Swedes,

eager for the victory once again apparently within their grasp, pressed

on with fury, while the Imperialists opposed them with the most stubborn

obstinacy.

Seven times did Piccolomini charge with his cavalry upon the advancing

Swedes. Seven times was his horse shot under him, but remounting each

time, he drew off his men in good order, and in readiness to dash

forward again at the first opportunity. The other Imperialist generals

fought with equal courage and coolness, while Wallenstein, present

wherever the danger was thickest, animated all by his courage and

coolness. Though forced step by step to retire, the Imperialists never

lost their formation, never turned their backs to the foe; and thus

the fight went on till the darkness gathered thicker and thicker, the

combatants could no longer see each other, and the desperate battle came

to an end.

In the darkness, Wallenstein drew off his army and fell back to Leipzig,

leaving behind him his colours and all his guns. In thus doing he threw

away the opportunity of turning what his retreat acknowledged to be a

defeat into a victory on the following morning, for scarcely had he left

the field when the six regiments of Pappenheim's infantry arrived from

Halle. Had he held his ground he could have renewed the battle in the

morning, with the best prospects of success, for the struggle of

the preceding day had been little more than a drawn battle, and the

accessions of fresh troops should have given him a decided advantage

over the weary Swedes. The newcomers, finding the field deserted, and

learning from the wounded lying thickly over it that Wallenstein had

retreated, at once marched away.

In the Swedish camp there was no assurance whatever that a victory had

been gained, for nightfall had fallen on the Imperialists fighting as

stubbornly as ever. The loss of the king, the master spirit of the war,

dispirited and discouraged them, and Duke Bernhard and Kniphausen held

in the darkness an anxious consultation as to whether the army should

not at once retreat to Weissenburg. The plan was not carried out, only

because it was considered that it was impracticable--as the army would

be exposed to destruction should the Imperialists fall upon them while

crossing the terrible morass in their rear.

The morning showed them that the Imperialists had disappeared, and that

the mighty struggle had indeed been a victory for them--a victory won

rather by the superior stubbornness with which the Swedish generals held

their ground during the night, while Wallenstein fell back, than to the

splendid courage with which the troops had fought on the preceding

day. But better far would it have been for the cause which the Swedes

championed, that they should have been driven a defeated host from the

field of Lutzen, than that they should have gained a barren victory at

the cost of the life of their gallant monarch--the soul of the struggle,

the hope of Protestantism, the guiding spirit of the coalition against

Catholicism as represented by Ferdinand of Austria.

The losses in the battle were about equal, no less than 9000 having

fallen upon each side--a proportion without precedent in any battle of

modern times, and testifying to the obstinacy and valour with which on

both sides the struggle was maintained from early morning until night

alone terminated it.

It is said, indeed, that every man, both of the yellow regiments of

Swedish guards and of the blue regiments, composed entirely of English

and Scotchmen, lay dead on the field. On both sides many men of high

rank were killed. On the Swedish side, besides Gustavus himself, fell

Count Milo, the Count of Brahe, General Uslar, Ernest Prince of

Anhalt, and Colonels Gersdorf and Wildessein. On the Imperialist

side Pappenheim, Schenk, Prince and Abbot of Fulda, Count Berthold

Wallenstein, General Brenner, Issolani, general of the Croats, and six

colonels were killed. Piccolomini received ten wounds, but none of them

were mortal.

Holk was severely wounded, and, indeed, so close and desperate was the

conflict, that it is said there was scarcely a man in the Imperial army

who escaped altogether without a wound.

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