Our Burning Lady

Charlemagne, the Holy Roman Emperor watched the cathedral burning. The Crown of Thorns had turned into ashes, and the old relics were gone.

The brave Emperor thought what more could be done now? As his horse, his vassals and he himself were legless- a bronze piece of fiction.

While the wind around him gushed terribly, thick with smoke and embers, stiflingly warm.

The old Emperor grunted, turned around in disgust, and asked a horrified tourist to carry him to the Rue de la Bûcherie.