BREMONDOh, heavens, look someone has filledmy pitcher with glass too!MONKSilence! Silence! You should notmake fun of Monsieur Bonaparte, hecomes from a country where it isnever very cold. He has probablynever seen ice before.DUFOURNever seen ice before? Oh, dear me-- how very odd.The boys snicker. Napoleon glares at them.NARRATORAt the age of 9, Napoleon enteredthe Royal Military College atBrienne, in France, under a royalscholarship. For the next five anda half years, he would devotehimself to preparation for hismilitary career. These were harshand cheerless years for the lonely,impoverished provincial, amongaffluent French noblemen's sons.EXT. FARM BRIENNE - DAYA lovely, late-summer afternoon. A small group of boys,in their school uniforms, are impatiently gathered arounda rough table, covered with stacks of thick bread and jamand tin mugs of milk. The farmer's wife supervisesthings, collecting a sou from each boy.Napoleon, 9, stands apart from the group, drinking hismilk, a book under his arm, lost in thought, gazing acrossthe cornfield at the school buildings, which arebeautifully colored by the late sunlight.BREMOND(overly cheerful)Good afternoon, Bonaparte.Napoleon ignores him.BREMONDWhat are you reading?