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She ignored all of these things and went over to the far wall where her oak armoire was. She opened it up and pulled out her most prized possession: the violin she had inherited from her mother. Genevieve de Fleur had been celebrated for her ability to play the instrument, and while Jeanne did not have any musical aspirations, she still enjoyed the harmony she could create with it. It gave her a measure of peace she would otherwise not have.
After opening a window, she took the bow and began playing a sonata by Bach. She admired his work, although she enjoyed other Baroque composers such as Handel and Vivaldi. Feeling the breeze from the open window, she allowed the melody to flow through her, and for a brief period her whole world felt exceedingly serene. At times like this, she felt the strongest connection to her late mother.
Eventually, though, there was a knock at the door. It was EugĂšne, the familyâs MaĂźtre d'HĂŽtel, an elderly gentleman who had served the House of de Fleur for many years. Since the death of Jeanneâs father the previous year, she had taken to leaving EugĂšne in charge while she was out. âIâm sorry to disturb you, milady, but you have a visitor. A Monsieur Pierre Girard.â
âI will see to him at once. Thank you, EugĂšne.â
Jeanne met Pierre in the main hall. Like the rest of the house, it was decorated with impeccable tastes. An ornate wooden floor, fine marble fireplace, expensive burgundy curtains over the front windows, and a priceless crystal chandelier were just a few of the luxuries in the room.
âYou are looking well, maâam,â Pierre said. He was wearing simple brown clothes, but even without his armor he was still a large man, easily dwarfing Jeanneâs small frame. Furthermore, his almond-colored skin hinted at more than French blood inside him.
âAs are you. I am glad to see you have been keeping your beard neatly trimmed during our downtime.â She motioned for him to sit down in a plush white chair, and she sat in one across from it. She offered him tea.
âI saw the grave out front. The forger?â
She nodded. âHe saved my life. He may even have saved all of us. I felt he deserved a dignified burial.â
âI have to agree. If it were up to anyone else, though, he probably would have been tossed in a ditch.â
She said, âThatâs true. But I get the feeling you didnât come all the way out here to talk about Jacques du Chard. Is something bothering you?â
âOur downtime may be ending very soon,â he said. âHave you heard about Leopold II?â
âThe emperor of Austria? I heard he isnât happy about the imprisonment of his sister and our queen.â
He shook his head. âItâs worse than that. Much worse. Heâs organized a coalition of neighboring countries. Reliable sources tell me theyâre planning an invasion to free Her Majesty.â
This was news to Jeanne; she hadnât heard anything about a possible invasion. But, then again, lately she had only been concerned with matters at home, most notably the welfare of Louis XVI and the royal family. âAn invasion? What countries are allied with him?â
âSupposedly Frederick William II, the king of Prussia, is his main ally. I also hear Ă©migrĂ© French nobles are on their side. Iâm not sure who else.â
Jeanne wasnât surprised that the nobles who fled France following the violence on July fourteenth would be involved. Fearful that the revolutionaries would succeed in overthrowing the government and take away their privileges as nobility (or kill them), they left their own country and were currently living in exile. Theyâd surely jump at the chance to take back control of France from the Assembly which now ran the country. âWhat does the Assembly plan to do about it?â she asked.
âThe power to declare war still rests with the king, and theyâre urging him to use it. Are you familiar with Jacques-Pierre Brissot de Warville?â
âIâve heard of him,â Jeanne said casually. âHeâs the voice of that leftist group within the Assembly, the Girondists, isnât he?â
âThatâs right; more specifically, the Girondists are a splinter group of the Jacobins. Brissotâs also the editor of the Patriote Français. Heâs been speaking out on the dangers of being attacked from both internal and outside forces simultaneously. He believes that in order to prevent Franceâs complete collapse, we should strike Leopold II before he strikes us. In his mind, we need to unite against a common enemy.â
Jeanne finished drinking her tea and put down the cup. âWhat are the chances of his succeeding in persuading the king?â
Pierre frowned. âVery good, Iâm afraid. The Girondists hold a lot of power in the Assembly. The one most strongly opposing Brissot is the leader of the right-wing faction of the Jacobins, the Montagnards: Maximilien Robespierre. He says a war on two fronts could destroy France. Unfortunately, he doesnât have as much pull as Brissot. His Majesty is expected to declare war any day now.â
She looked at the empty tea cup in front of her. âMay God help us all.â
2
The Jacobin monastery, Paris, August 2, 1789 (Infini Calendar), 2:00 p.m.
Maximilien Robespierre sat quietly in the library of the monastery which the Jacobin Club had recently begun renting. Prior to their move to Paris, the Jacobins had been based in Versailles in order to keep an eye on the activities of the king and queen. Since the royal family had been forced to relocate to Paris, the Jacobins opted to follow suit.
Outside of Montagnard meetings, the thirty-one-year-old Jacobin did not wear his red cloak. Rather, today he wore a brown suit with a puffy white cravat around his neck, as well as a flat white wig which currently was in style for French politicians. Many people who saw him in public immediately noticed his strong chin and confident eyes that marked him as a natural leader.
The current headquarters of the group was a monastery located on the street Rue Saint-Honoré, next door to the building which housed the Assembly. This made it an ideal location to set up operations, as the Jacobin Club was heavily involved with the Assembly (since prominent Jacobins were also members of the Assembly).
The library of the monastery was small, only housing half a dozen book cases. Nevertheless, Robespierre enjoyed sequestering himself in here and reading at the wooden table in the center of the room.
His solitude was interrupted by the opening of the door in front of the table. Robespierre looked up to see the Marquis de Sade enter the room. âYou can be a hard man to find, Monsieur Robespierre, tucked away back here.â
âItâs not a large building,â Robespierre said, not wanting to engage the Marquisâ tired wit.
Undeterred, the Marquis said, âSo it is. I just came by to give you the news.â
Without looking up from his book, Robespierre replied dryly, âThe king has declared war?â
The Marquisâs face contorted into a twisted smile. âCorrect! Oh, you must be so sad, having lost the fight to that garish Brissot.â
Robespierre dismissed the Marquisâ attempt to goad him. âBrissot is a fool. We are sunk beyond our necks in debt, and any further spending on a war budget will only bring further strife. This could well be what breaks our beloved country.â
The Marquis said in his most overly dramatic tone, âOh, whatever will we do?â
This time it was Robespierreâs turn to give a wry smile. âAll is not lost. This could be just the opportunity weâve been looking for. If we survive this crisis, weâll have everything we need to overthrow the king and seize complete control of the country.â
âA man after my own heart!â the Marquis laughed. âEven faced with war within and without, you still remain focused on eliminating your enemies in some ruthless way. Of course, I donât have any enemiesâIâm a people person, you knowâbut human suffering is universal, something to which we can all relate.â
Robespierre knew that wasnât true at all; de Sade didnât have a moral bone in his body. âNeed I remind you this isnât a game? Everything we do is for the good of France. Quit licking your chops; Iâm going to need your intellect focused entirely on achieving our goals. Weâre going to have more than hurt pride if we lose this âgame.ââ
âOf course, of course. I have been known to go off on tangents from time to time. From now on, I shall concentrate on using our resources for the revolution.â The Marquis turned to leave, then stopped and said, âPerhaps those knights can be put to good use.â
***
The Austrian Netherlands, September 9, 1789 (Infini Calendar), dawn.
Colonel Jean-Paul de Fleur marched through the forest that morning, along with a few hundred of his men. They had moved under cover of night and the sun was just now cresting over the horizon. King Louis XVI, having declared war on Austria only a month before, had General Charles-François du Périer Dumouriez hastily assemble a force to invade the Austrian Netherlands in an attempt to gain the advantage against Leopold II early. At least, that was how the Assembly told it.
In actuality, the bull-headed Brissotâalong with his Girondistsâstrong-armed the puppet monarch into declaring war against Louis XVIâs brother-in-law, Leopold II. Jean-Paul was no fool; he knew the king would never have gone to war against his wifeâs brother on his own. There wouldnât have even been any problems with Austria if the Assembly hadnât made Marie Antoinette into a virtual prisoner. This whole thing was unnecessary.
Still, Jean-Paul couldnât afford to voice his concerns openly. The man riding the horse directly in front of him, General Dumouriez, had recently been accepted into the Jacobin club, meaning he was involved with the Assembly.
They soon came to the edge of the forest. About a kilometer up ahead was a field with a modest-looking fort. Their orders were to capture the fort to use as a staging ground for their campaign against Austria, since the structure was the closest to Franceâs border.
One of their scouts popped out from behind a tree and saluted the General. âWelcome, sir. We have been reconnoitering the fort for two days in anticipation of your arrival.â
Dumouriez nodded. âAnd what have you found?â
âWe have observed no activity, sir. The place appears to be abandoned.â
Dumouriez stared at the fort and its walls. There were two ramparts facing them, and a central building behind the walls, but no enemy troops could be seen. âNo activity at all?â
âNone, sir. Not even a guard doing his business. We have seen no one.â
Jean-Paul said yawned. âPerhaps they moved their troops in anticipation of this attack.â
Dumouriez didnât buy it. âIf they knew we were coming, the smart thing to do would have been to set up an ambush in the forest. Weâre at the end of the forest now, and no attack.â
âOr maybe they just donât give a damn about one measly fort,â Jean-Paul said idly.
The sun was high enough now that they could see the fort quite clearly. Dumouriez surveyed it with his binoculars. âYouâre forgetting the number one rule of defense: Never let your enemy get his foot in the door.â He put the binoculars back in the leather bag at his side. âAll right, weâre going in, but weâre doing it cautiously. I will lead Division One and come at the fort from the front. Divisions Two, Three and Four will move around to surround it on the north, south and east sides, respectively.â
They moved forward in formation at a brisk pace. However, they only got a few
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