Everyone craned their necks, looking in one direction. The city was silent, with only the occasional sound of birdsong breaking the stillness.
Every building's window displayed a golden iris flag; the nobles had theirs embroidered in silk, while the poor cut out iris motifs from paper painted gold, making the streets seem like a sea of golden flowers.
At the instant the dazzling sunlight swept across the spire of the Notre Dame de Paris, a tsunami of cheers erupted from the end of King's Avenue, followed by the court orchestra soaring into an exuberant rendition of the "Marching Song."
"He's here! The great Son of Divine Favor!"
This shout was like a spark falling into a barrel of oil, and thousands of people on both sides of the road instantly fell into an almost religious fervor, shouting desperately, "Long live the Crown Prince!"
"May God bless the God of War of France!"
"Louis! Louis the Conqueror!"
