Joseph could not help frowning.
Russia's disregard for the lives of "Gray Cattle" was an old tradition, but this made his plans somewhat troublesome. After all, if France took the initiative to send prisoners back, it would look suspicious no matter how one viewed it.
"I'll have to discuss this with Mr. Lavalette when I return."
Alexandra nodded, then said hesitantly, "Also, some prisoners want to fight for you. I think they are loyal enough. Do you think they could be given a chance?"
Joseph was not surprised. France wielded great cultural influence across Europe in this era, and after this victory, it was hardly strange for Russophiles to want to join the French Army.
In fact, during Napoleon's time, large numbers of Foreign Legion troops had served him, and some of them had fought quite well.
He asked, "How many?"
"More than ten thousand have applied, but only a little over two thousand are likely reliable."
Joseph nodded. "Very well. I'll have the General Staff Headquarters organize them into units. You have given me a valuable gift indeed." Even if every one of those Russian soldiers died, it would have no impact on France, and there would not even be much Pension to pay. In situations where France could not conveniently send troops directly, deploying them could produce miraculous results.
The Crown Princess Consort smiled happily. "I'm glad I could help you."
Of course, what delighted her most was the trust Joseph had shown her.
As they spoke, music rose around them once more, and the procession slowly began to move.
Joseph spent a full two hours traveling the route, waving to the people until his arm nearly gave out, before finally reaching Notre-Dame de Paris. After a series of religious rites presided over by Archbishop Beaumont, Joseph mounted