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.,“Don’t be alarmed, Madam.” After a moment he turned to Queen Louisa. “He has recovered; he is just not quite used to it yet. He will be fine with another sleep.”,After she finished speaking, she hugged her son again, "Poor child..."。