Patrice Henri Daixes stood like a stone outside Moscows western gate, opposite him stood Savon a tall Gascon with his grey greatcoat and collar obscuring his face from the elements. Panic started very sudden behind. Captain Deveroux screamed at the gate guards! Open! Open! Avanti! like a storm came a troop of horsemen on closer inspection Patrice made out the Coilpak hats of the Chasseurs of the Imperial Guard, fifty of them riding at full pace as if no gate existed, but behind ominously came eight snorting black horses with four outriders pulling a demon on wheels or so it seemed. A green chariot with lanterns lit on each edge. Within a brooding fearsome menace that seemed to still the time around it. The Emperor! He was the heartbeat of the Empire and here at Daixes gate the heartbeat was very real and very close. The green demon flew past a slight opening in the curtains revealed a sharp face with burning eyes searching, searching answers. Behind rode one hundred Polish lancers of the Guard, Grey cloaks covering horse and man. Daixes stood silent as stone as six Regiments of the Guard marched past at double time, the elite of the Empire were leaving Moscow, Bearskins tall and dark blue greatcoats, the Emperors immortals. Daixes thought to himself why? why were these fuckers leaving? If they were leaving then something was wrong, very wrong. A fire glow lit the night sky over Moscow as Deveroux shouted "Close the gate" . Savon looked at Patrice "That little shit is doing here what he did in Egypt!" "He's fuckin off the bastard!" At Twenty three years of age and a veteran of many a battle Daixes looked after the retreating greatcoats and wondered.
Arax and pajol two men in Daixes company arrived to relieve the gate guard, Gascon playfully poked at Arax " Enjoy' you polak prick" Arax gave as good as he got "Suck on this you frog eater!" as he poked his musket at Gascons midriff. Daixes just smiled his hello's and kept going Gascon had to jog to catch up "Hey whats the rush?" DD?
