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Chapters (69)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1 - Napoleon
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3 - Arthur
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5 - Oropesa, 21 July 1809
  9. Chapter 6 - Talavera, 27 July 1809
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8 - Napoleon
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11 - Schönbrunn, 23 October 1809
  15. Chapter 12 - Fontainebleau, December 1810
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14 - Arthur
  18. Chapter 15 - April 1810
  19. Chapter 16 - Busaco Ridge, 27 September 1810
  20. Chapter 17 - Lisbon, January 1811
  21. Chapter 18 - Napoleon
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20 - Arthur
  24. Chapter 21 - Badajoz, 9 June 1811
  25. Chapter 22 - Paris, 2 December 1811
  26. Chapter 23 - Paris, January 1812
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25 - Arthur
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27 - Salamanca, 22 July 1812
  31. Chapter 28 - Napoleon
  32. Chapter 29 - Schivardino, 6 September 1812
  33. Chapter 30 - Moscow, 15 September 1812
  34. Chapter 31 - Arthur
  35. Chapter 32 - Burgos, 4 October 1812
  36. Chapter 33 - Tordesillas, 31 October 1812
  37. Chapter 34 - Napoleon
  38. Chapter 35 - 6 November 1812
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37 - Molodetchna, 29 November 1812
  41. Chapter 38 - Arthur
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40 - 21 June 1813
  44. Chapter 41 - Napoleon
  45. Chapter 42 - Dresden, 26 August 1813
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45 - Arthur
  49. Chapter 46 - Villefranque, 10 December 1813
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48 - Napoleon
  52. Chapter 49 - Arcis-sur-Aube, 20 March 1814
  53. Chapter 50 - Fontainebleau, 4 April 1814
  54. Chapter 51 - Arthur
  55. Chapter 52 - London, 24 June 1814
  56. Chapter 53 - Paris, November 1814
  57. Chapter 54 - Napoleon
  58. Chapter 55 - The Tuileries, Paris, 8 April 1815
  59. Chapter 56 - Arthur
  60. Chapter 57 - Fleurus, 8.00 a.m., 16 June 1815
  61. Chapter 58 - Ligny, 7.00 a.m., 17 June 1815
  62. Chapter 59 - Le Caillou, 9.00 p.m., 17 June 1815
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61 - The Ridge of Mont-St-Jean, 1.30 p.m.
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Chapter 63 - La Belle Alliance, 6.30 p.m.
  67. Chapter 64 - On the road to Charleroi, 4 a.m., 19 June 1815
  68. Chapter 65 - Plymouth, 30 July 1815
  69. Author’s Note

Napoleon stared down at his hands.‘You must realise that there is no question of my accepting the terms as they stand. France would be humiliated before the eyes of the world. I would be humiliated. How long do you think it would take the people of France to rise up and depose me, as they did Louis? What if there was another revolution? All would be swept away and the powers of Europe would be dealing with another popular tyranny bent on tearing down the institutions of the old regimes. I am all that stands between the thrones of Europe and anarchy. Alexander and Frederick William would do well to remember that before they seek to depose me.’

‘They have not said that that is what they want to achieve,’ Metternich responded carefully.

‘Of course not. They just want peace,’ Napoleon sneered.

Metternich did not rise to the bait and sat silently. Napoleon looked up and stared coldly at the Austrian. He noted the long nose and narrow face, and the same haughty air of superiority and condescension that Metternich shared with Talleyrand, and which so easily enraged him. None of these people, none of the rulers and aristocrats who held sway over the masses through an accident of birth, none of them would rest easy while a man who had fashioned his own destiny ruled France. He stirred slowly in his seat and leaned closer to Metternich.

‘What does Austria hope to gain from this?’

‘Sire?’

‘Let us assume for a moment that I am not some naive simpleton who is happy to believe that Austria is playing the honest broker. So, what does Austria hope to gain?’

Metternich smiled. ‘This is becoming the kind of conversation that is best conducted in confidence, sire.’

Napoleon nodded.‘Very well. Berthier, you others, leave us. At once.’

Berthier instantly rose to his feet, gathered his notes and headed for the door. After an enquiring glance at Metternich, and a brief nod from him, the aides followed suit, closing the door behind them.

‘That’s better, sire. Now then, you want to know Austria’s position? I will tell you. But first you must know that this is what I believe, and while I cannot speak directly for Emperor Francis and his inner council I know that they have some sympathy with my views. Beyond that, they are, how shall I put it?’ He smiled thinly.‘They are susceptible to a well-reasoned argument.’

‘As you are susceptible to financial inducement,’ Napoleon cut in. ‘Or shall we speak plainly, Prince Metternich? You will take a bribe.’