An hour later, on the French Flagship, Orient, Napoleon was led by the Elite Consular Guards to the brig, where they were holding the young man who had attempted an attack on him.
"Your Excellency, do you really need to speak with that man?" Berthier inquired, confusion evident in his tone.
Since that time when the young man attacked Napoleon, he wondered why he chose to detain him rather than kill him on the spot.
"I don't want to repeat myself, Berthier," Napoleon responded without hesitation.
As they approached the brig, the confined space became more apparent. It was dimly lit, with a faint, musty odor hanging in the air. The young man, Samuel, sat on a simple bunk, looking somewhat disheveled, and his hands were securely bound.
Napoleon entered the brig with Berthier and the Elite Consular Guards in tow. Samuel's eyes widened as he saw the French leader approaching.
