Empire

Huginn: I saw two eagles the other day, one looking east, one looking west. Proud-looking bastards too. Our boy should set them right. Imperial aspirations are not imperial inspirations.

Muninn: Always remember the power of symbols. I remember when that Greek fellow used eagles too. And a lightning bolt.

H: Ravens rule the battlefield. We get down to it. We clear up.

M: The eagle flies over the battlefield, serene till he strikes. He calls himself the king of the birds.

H: Doesn't mean a thing. And meaning is everything.

M: No, dear. Image is everything, even though the eagle is both a bully and a carrion-eater.