Wars for the right of selling opium; wars to perpetuate the vile rule of the Turk because it happened to serve our commercial interests.

This time, we were out to play the knight; to save the smaller peoples; to rescue our once "sweet enemy," fair France.

Russia was the disturbing thought.
It somewhat discounted the knight-errant idea, riding stirrup to stirrup beside that barbarian horseman.

But there were possibilities about Russia.

Idealism lay hid within that sleeping brain.