Chapter 14
Napoleon turned back and watched the long line of his troops behind him. He dismounted from his horse and handed the reins to the nearest person. Pushing past his advisors, he stormed into his tent and still the cold did not leave him. In the corner, Phoebe stood with her hands tied behind her back against a pole. A dirty rag tied around her mouth inhibited her from talking. She stared at him with hatred. He could see her scrutinize him as he walked into the tent.
Tired, he shrugged the snow off his coat and threw his hat down on a cot in the corner. “I am emperor of all of Europe and this is what it has come to. I have a hovel in the middle of a frozen wasteland as your mother’s spirit chases me back home.” He clapped his hands together to shake the remainder of the snow from
