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.,The wails began scattered and sporadic, but quickly found resonance everywhere, ultimately coalescing into an unstoppable torrent, sweeping soldiers away from the enemy in the opposite direction.,He had golden hair and was a little delirious from a bad cold, with large beads of sweat forming on his forehead.。