The Emperor's New Clothes Page #2
As I was my privacy.
Good day!
Darkness comin' down.
Keep it tight, Eugene.
Like a crow in the gutter.
The eagle flies
from belfry to belfry.
Take it.
Easy. Easy.
Poor boy. Good boy.
Come on.
What do you think you're doing?
Get off of the Marshall.
He doesn't like being ridden.
I must get to France.
I'm going to Brussels.
To France! Immediately!
I must commandeer this vessel!
Do what now?
Can this thing
not go any faster?
The Marshall has his pace.
Even the water moves
more swiftly than your horse.
One-way or return?
One-way.
This is the express for Paris?
As express as they come, I suppose.
Makes all the usual stops.
They've changed my battlefield.
The place throbs with posterity.
Did Napoleon,
may one conjecture...
I've never been
in this place before.
They've all gone, the others.
You've missed your carriage.
Should I bring you something
from the kitchen?
No, thank you.
I'll bring you a plate, then.
Did you enjoy the battlefield?
It is much changed.
It seems so...
confused.
You should have taken a guide.
They make it come alive.
I must get to Paris
as quickly as possible.
There's the night mail
to Charleroi.
What's your name?
Adele Raffin.
Thank you, Adele Raffin.
You have been kind.
Whoa! Whoa!
Passport check.
Your papers, please.
Lenormand. Eugene Lenormand.
Which one is he?
We've got him.
What do you mean,
you got him?
He was trying to cross the border.
He's just here.
Put him with Cesar for now.
Get him ready.
Whoa.
The eagle flies
from belfry to belfry.
And to the twin towers
of Notre Dame.
Sire! You are returned to us.
At last.
May you forgive the unpardonable
treatment bestowed upon...
I'm very thirsty.
Word came that you had missed
the agent in Brest.
I had men scouring the border
for Eugene Lenormand.
I'm the end of the line here.
An outpost of one surrounded
by royalist dogs and collaborators.
Come, sire,
we mustn't lose any time.
Sire, you are now on French soil.
You will find transport in Cambrai,
about two miles due south.
exactly on schedule.
- What is your name?
- Bommel, sir. Justin.
Ex-company sergeant
of the Old Guard.
The Old Guard.
The last faithful.
You were at Waterloo.
As the English cannon
were cutting us down...
you stood amongst us and said...
"You are the bravest of the brave."
They said there were tears
in your eyes.
The bitterest tears
are the tears of defeat.
I will require
accommodations in Paris.
Yes, sire. I have a comrade,
Lieutenant Truchaut.
Nobody will think
of looking for you there.
You should be safe
from royalist spies, only...
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