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Today was a great day for him-the anniversary of his coronation.

Before dawn he had slept for a few hours, and refreshed,

vigorous, and in good spirits, he mounted his horse and rode out

into the field in that happy mood in which everything seems

possible and everything succeeds. He sat motionless, looking at

the heights visible above the mist, and his cold face wore that

special look of confident, self-complacent happiness that one

sees on the face of a boy happily in love. The marshals stood

behind him not venturing to distract his attention. He looked now

at the Pratzen Heights, now at the sun floating up out of the

mist.