The Glory of the Eag

He watched, unmoved, as tens of thousands of soldiers from all corners of France, resplendent in their fine uniforms, fought to the death for him. In his twenty years of military service, he had long since become accustomed to conquest and glory, to danger and death; such scenes no longer stirred him.,That day's dusk, the bronze sunlight painted the European land a bloody color. Even Schnbrunn Palace in Vienna was no exception.,She was no doctor, powerless to help. She could only sit helplessly by his bedside, sighing at the cruel twists of fate and praying silently that things wouldn't get any worse.。