"At half past five Napoleon was riding on horseback to the village of Shevardino.
It was beginning to grow light, the sky cleared, only one cloud lay in the east. The abandoned campfires were going out in the faint light of morning.
To the right a dense, solitary cannon shot rang out, raced by, and died away amidst the general silence. Several minutes passed. A second, a third shot rang out; the air shook; a fourth, a fifth rang out nearby and solemnly somewhere to the right.
The sound of the first shots still hung in the air when others rang out, more and more, merging and interrupting each other.
Napoleon and his suite rode up to the Shevardino redoubt and dismounted. The game had begun." -p.788 in P/V
from page 231-232, volume 2 of original text
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Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 787-788