Riding Marengo, his white Arab steed, Napoleon paraded across the French forward slope. Regimental bands crashed out their martial airs, gold braid and polished metal glittered in the sun, cavalrymen brandished their lances and sabers, standard bearers inclined their eagles. Their god-like emperor was in command, what army on earth could check them? Spurring his horse to the edge of the ridge, Wellington raised two fingers to his cocked hat. The cheering from the British lines grew louder...