Getting Something Out of Lousy Teammates

Spain's capital, Madrid.

Carlos IV's ceremony to welcome Joseph was, as always, of the highest standard.

Court Guard soldiers stood at attention along both sides of the road from Madrid's northern outskirts all the way to the royal palace. Behind them, citizens of Spain packed the streets, eager to catch a glimpse of the Crown Prince of France. The entire city was as lively as a festival.

Before Royal Palace Square, cannon salutes mingled with the music of the band. As Joseph stepped down from his carriage, he saw Carlos IV approaching with an effusive smile.

He straightened his coat and pressed a hand to his chest in salute to the King of Spain, but the latter came straight over and embraced him.

"Ah, my dear Joseph, I never expected you to come see me at a time like this."

Carlos IV dragged Joseph into the palace. "The banquet is ready, with your favorite seafood gratin. After the banquet, there will be an opera—the Royal Troupe's newest production, praised by everyone. Oh, and tomorrow we'll go hunting together. Did you know? At this time of year, the wild boars and lynxes are so fat they look like wine barrels with legs..."

"Thank you for your hospitality."

Joseph responded just as warmly, unable to stop himself from sighing inwardly. It truly was not easy for this socially anxious brother of his to arrange so many social activities just to entertain him.

After the banquet, while they were on their way to the palace theater, Joseph got straight to the point with Carlos IV.

"Perhaps you have already heard. The United Kingdom has gathered a pack of villains and issued threats against France."

"Yes, all of Europe is discussing it now." The latter looked at Joseph with concern. "War may not be