The Glory of the Eag

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.,That day's dusk, the bronze sunlight painted the European land a bloody color. Even Schnbrunn Palace in Vienna was no exception.,The mother, sitting at the head of the bed, anxiously and painfully watched her sick son, occasionally calling out to him.。