On this day, a battle to decide the fate of an empire was being fought in Waterloo, a little-known town in Belgium.,The Emperor and his retinue, along with the advisors, watched all of this unfold on the farm. Younger officers, filled with grief and rage, wept and cursed those cowardly deserters for ruining everything.,He wasn't suffering for himself. He had already tasted the pain of being a prisoner a year ago, and going through it again wasn't the end of the world. He could bear this kind of pain.。