ell asleep; but Alzura
and I sat up chatting till within an hour or two of dawn. We could
hear the hostile skirmishers peppering away at each other at intervals,
and somehow the sounds seemed to be the prelude to a coming battle.

Fortunately the morning dawned fair, but there was a nip in the air
which impelled us to move about smartly. Then the sun rose gloriously
over the eastern peaks, and its genial warmth raised our drooping
spirits. I cannot account for the feeling, but somehow the whole army
felt that a battle was imminent, and the faces of the troops wore a
look of excited expectancy.

Directly after breakfast, or what we were pleased to call breakfast,
the men began moving to their positions, each corps being formed in
close column. For the better understanding of what happened, I must
try to describe our position. We were drawn up on a nearly square
tableland known as the Plain of Ayacucho, a league in circumference,
and flanked right and left by rugged ravines. We had the village at
our backs, and the only road by which we could retreat was effectually
blocked. The Royalist army was perched just below the summit of a
gigantic ridge called Condorcanqui, which formed the eastern boundary
of the plain.

At seven o'clock our regiment moved out, and the men of the third
squadron, of whom Cordova had spoken, provoked much humour and
good-natured chaff as they rode past on their baggage mules. It was
thought that they would help to make a show, but no one suspected that
later on, when ordered to remain in the rear, they would answer firmly,
"No, we will conquer or die with our comrades!"

The cavalry, consisting of four regiments, was stationed in the centre,
with an infantry division on either side, and a third in the rear as a
reserve.

About nine o'clock a great cheer rose from all parts of the plain: the
Royalists were descending the craggy side of Condorcanqui. Between the
infantry of each division appeared the cavalry, the riders leading
their horses and advancing with difficulty. It was an impressive
scene, and we stood watching with breathless interest.

Then our fellows renewed their cheering as General Sucre, riding along
the line, addressed a few rousing words to each particular corps.

"A tough nut to crack," remarked Plaza, watching the Royalists form,
"but we'll get at the kernel before the day's over."

"There's the beginning!" cried Alzura, as the infantry on our right
slowly adv