Fraternite. . .
Louis St. Just stood triumphantly on his balcony and surveyed the morning light that seared across the sky.
All his dreams would now come true. . .
Always, he had wished to put mere mortality behind him - always he had reached for that which was beyond his limit - always, he had desired to be a leader of men.
And now he would be.
A spearhead, a point, a chief and a leader of men - and men united with one goal and with one impulse - France.
For France he would conquer the world.
Yet. . . somehow there was one corner of his swelling heart that did not fill as is ought to have done with feelings of glory and of fulfillment.
There was one who would not care if he was leader of the very universe, if he could not thereby win her heart.
The wind of the morning blew the scent of last night's battle to his nostrils, and resolutely, he put Marguerite out of his mind.
It was brotherhood that mattered now.