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...

enjoy a restful sleep here?

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.

It was all I could think of.

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.

You should arrive in Paris

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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