Eugene ( Barry Munsel ) - Who could forget the Oom-pah band that always proceed his entrance to the taverns or the wafting scent of his cologne
The ladies behind the bar as one look to the door......young officers reach for their swords, only to be held back by the more veteran British officers among them. Can it be ???????? Tell me it is not so !!!!!! My god, look. it IS him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
A gold coach with 8 white horses pulls up outside the Tavern and four servants jump down to open the door and roll out the red carpet, each one of them bedecked in silk and feathers that would have made a flock of pink flamingoes look like a pack of seagulls. A jeweled shoe is the first thing the crowd see as one they call his name. " Eugene, Eugene, look its Eugene back from..............where hell has he been ???????"
Eugene alights from the coach and walks into the dark Tavern but not before turning and giving the adoring crowd one last wave with his silk hanky and throwing them some gold coins. Turning around Eugene boldly walks up to the bar and in a voice that would have stopped a......errr.......small child in her tracks orders a drink for all in the house.
The Tavern is all in a twitter as Marechal Eugene makes his grand return entrance. The damsels, are fainting, and the young French officers are all standing round with eyes aglow. As Eugene pushes forward into the crowd of admirers and makes his way to the bar, he passes near several tables of Allied officers. That was his first mistake, swiftly a muddied boot shoots out from beneath a table as Eugene passes by. The perfumed Marechal trips and falls -- quite clumsily -- to the Tavern's dirty floor.
Indignantly, Eugene looks at the soiled boot that caused his embarassment. The boot, it seems, is connected to a veteran cavalry officer in His Majesty's service. The Marechal didn't need to see anymore. He knew this boot. He had been on the recieving end of it many times before -- during the Russian campaign and in Belgium.
As Eugene picked himself off the floor, the Englishman rose and offered him a hand -- and some advice. "Dear Marechal, you really must watch your step. The floor of the Tavern can be quite slick. Of course, those slippers that you're wearing are really too dainty for this venue. You really shouldn't wear them outside of your bedroom.
Come, let me drink to your return -- it will help you forget about your embarassing entrance
NWC
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