"It was an honor that General Vaugirard assigned to me.

I lead the vanguard." Except the radiance from his eyes he showed no emotion.

John noticed that his features were cast in the antique mold.

The pallor and thinness of his face accentuated his powerful features, and once more John was reminded of the portraits of the young Napoleon.

Could there be such a thing as reincarnation?
But he remembered that while a new mind like Napoleon's might be possible a new career like Napoleon's was not.