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Now Marie Antoinette had only her big, gentle husband, her sister-in-law, Madame Elizabeth, her daughter Marie Thérèse, and little Louis Charles, who was now the dauphin and heir apparent to the throne.

“Juliette?” Marie Antoinette peered into the shadows. “Is it truly you? All that dirt on your face…”

Juliette started to curtsy and then caught herself. The daughter of a republican lamplighter would hardly show respect for royalty. “It’s I. The lamplighter thought I looked too clean, so he rubbed some soot on my cheeks.”

“More than a little. You look like a street urchin.” The queen came forward and reached out to gently touch Juliette’s left cheek.

“But yes, I know those bold eyes. I thought you were dead. They told me of the massacre at the abbey and I thought…” She trailed off and shivered.

“Did you hear what those brutes did to the Princess de Lambelle?”

“Yes.”

“Her head was on a pike and they told me they shot her limbs from a cannon.” Tears misted the queen’s eyes.

“She was safe in England and returned to stay by my side and they killed her for it. They’re killing everyone.

Soon there will be no one left.” She closed her eyes tightly and when she opened them the tears had vanished.

“And how is my sweet Celeste? Is your mother well, Juliette?”

“Yes.”

“And safe?”

“Yes, she fled France for Spain during the massacres.”

“ Bon . I often think of her and pray for her safety.”

“Are you comfortable here?”

“Oh, yes, it is not too bad. They see that we have decent enough food and the guards are not too unpleasant. They even brought me a clavichord from the Louvre.” She frowned. “Of course, they stare a great deal. I do not like to be stared at.”

She had never liked excessive attention, Juliette remembered. That was why she would run away from the principal palace to the smaller palace of Petit Trianon or the village of Le Hameau to play among her flowers and lavish toys. “Perhaps they’ve never seen a queen before.”

Marie Antoinette raised her head. “Well, they’ve seen one now.

I’ll show them how a queen deports herself.

” Then the momentary regalness vanished and she was once more only a sad-faced woman who was older than her years.

“You must go, child. It was kind of you to come and see me, but it’s dangerous for you to stay.

That grotesque Hebert is in charge of our captivity.

He’s a true canaille . He would like nothing better than to cause me more pain by hurting you. ”

Juliette drew a deep breath. “I came for a reason,” she rushed on. “I want the Wind Dancer.”

The queen stiffened. “You always did. Even as a child you loved my statue.” Her expression became cold. “The Wind Dancer is mine. I won’t give it up.”

“Jean Marc Andreas still wishes to own it. You remember Jean Marc?”

“How could I forget him?” Marie Antoinette said dryly. “He’s not a man who slips readily from one’s memory.”

“He’s willing to give me two million livres for the statue. Wouldn’t that be enough money to buy your way out of prison and help you to escape to Austria?”

The queen went still. “Perhaps. The guards have been willing to accept small bribes to provide us with additional comforts.”

“Tell me where the Wind Dancer is and I’ll go and get it. I’ll sell it to Jean Marc and then give you the money.”

“Not to me.” The queen frowned in thought. “I could do nothing with it here. However, there’s a group loyal to me in the city who would possibly help. Go to the Café du Chat on the Pont Neuf and ask for William Darrell.”

The lamplighter had finished his round and was walking slowly toward them across the courtyard.

“There’s not much time. Where may I find the Wind Dancer?”

Marie Antoinette’s gaze searched Juliette’s. “Can I trust you, Juliette? I meant to save the Wind Dancer for my little Louis Charles. He may not ever be the king of France, but the Wind Dancer would provide for him.”

“It’s better to save yourself and the rest of the royal household than a statue.”

“Yes, I suppose…”

“He’s coming. Be quick.”

“It’s in the Belvedere. I had Monsieur Minque include a cache beneath the sphinx when he first designed it. I had the Wind Dancer hidden there when they told me that horrible mob was marching on Versailles.”

Juliette was thinking frantically, trying to remember. The Belvedere was a pavilion behind the Petit Trianon but there were several sphinxes flanking the steps of the Belvedere. “Which sphinx?”

“The one on the left of the door directly facing the lake.”

The queen put her hands in her fur muff. “Do not betray me, Juliette. I have so few people I can trust.”

She turned and hurried away, and a moment later she disappeared into the entrance of the large Tower.

Juliette gazed after her, her emotions in tumult.

She had not expected to feel such melancholy.

Over the years she had tried to vanquish the affection she felt for the queen.

She had told herself it was foolish for her to care for someone who had no more fondness for her than she did for the lambs of Le Hameau.

She had told herself that only her painting was important and Marie Antoinette didn’t matter in her life.

Yet today all she could remember was that long-ago night when she had first met Marie Antoinette and the queen had taken her in her arms and cradled her and asked her to be her friend.

Poor butterfly. All the brilliant flowers of her garden had withered and now she, too, was fading away.

“Here now. Don’t just stand there. Come along,” the lamplighter said, low and harsh.

Juliette reluctantly turned away from the doorway through which Marie Antoinette had disappeared. She fell meekly into step behind the lamplighter, following him across the courtyard toward the gate.

Francois Etchelet was as grimly silent on the drive from the Temple as he had been when he had met Juliette earlier.

Clearly, he was not pleased with her. At first his reticence suited Juliette very well.

She was finding it difficult to shake off the depression that had settled on her since she had met with the queen.

They were near the Place Royale when Juliette finally roused herself to speak.

“I don’t see why you’re angry with me. It was you who told me I shouldn’t remain with Catherine. ”

“I didn’t tell you not to go to Vasaro.” He looked straight ahead. “And I most certainly didn’t tell you to stay in Paris and embroil us all in treasonous activities.”

“I’m not embroiling anyone in treason.” She tilted her head to gaze shrewdly at him. “And if you objected so heartily to my going to see the queen, why did you arrange the bribe?”

“It was Georges Jacques’s decision. He thought it safer to indulge you in this stupidity.” He gazed at her face. “And was your conversation with Citizeness Capet worth the risk to all of us?”

“Her Majesty,” she corrected him. “And don’t tell me that’s one of the things your precious republic has changed, for I won’t believe it Being a citizeness wouldn’t suit her at all. She doesn’t know how to be anything but a queen.”

“I’ll call her whatever—” He stopped and shrugged. “Perhaps that’s her tragedy. Do you know her well?”

“Since I was a small child. She was kind to me.”

“You can’t help her, you know.”

Juliette was silent.

“Guards in the courtyard, commissioners from the Commune, are on duty in their apartments day and night.”

“Just like Versailles,” Juliette said softly. “She always hated all those people gaping at her when she arose in the morning and went to bed at night. Some of those silly women of the court used to quarrel over who would hand the queen her chemise in the morning.”

“I assure you the commissioners aren’t acting as maidservants to her.

” The sarcasm vanished from his tone as he looked at her soberly.

“This is the end, Juliette. You’ll get no more help from either Georges Jacques or myself.

It’s too dangerous. Ever since the royal family tried to escape from the Tuileries last year, the Commune has been seeing plots behind every bush. ”

“Did I ask for help?”

“Not yet. But that doesn’t mean you won’t. I’ll be very glad when Jean Marc sends you on your way to Vasaro. I received a message from him this morning asking me to call on him tomorrow.”

“He probably wants you to arrange departure papers for me.”

“Now, that’s a service I’ll be happy to render. Passing the barriers should be safe enough for you now. Dupree left Paris this morning.”

“Danton arranged it?”

Francois shook his head. “Marat sent him on a mission. Andreas could have saved himself a handsome dowry if he’d waited a few days.”

“But we didn’t know that.” Juliette frowned. “You won’t tell Jean Marc about my going to the Temple? It would serve no purpose and only cause problems for me.”

“I’ll keep silent.” He paused. “If you give me your word you won’t try to see the queen again before you leave Paris.”

She nodded. “You have it. I have no need to go back there.” She shivered. “And it made me too sad. She’s not the same as she was at Versailles.”

His gaze narrowed on her face. “Nothing is the same. No one can bring back the past, and those who try will face the guillotine.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “And you would release the blade.”

“If necessary.” He added soberly, “But it would not be by my will. In many ways I’ve come to admire you.”

She looked at him in surprise.

“Your courage.” He smiled faintly. “Not your good sense.”

She burst out laughing. “And I admire your honesty, if not your tact. It greatly relieves me to know that you’d regret parting my head from my shoulders.”

His smile faded. “You’ve been nearer the guillotine than you think. Georges Jacques said Dupree caught a glimpse of you yesterday.” He saw her stiffen and shook his head. “He didn’t recognize you, but it was very close.”

She shrugged. “I can’t hide myself away any longer. It’s not my way. If I hadn’t had Catherine to care for these last weeks, I would have gone mad in that house.”

The carriage stopped in front of Jean Marc’s house and she gathered her cloak around her. “I should have told him to stop down the street again. Oh, well, perhaps Jean Marc hasn’t come back from seeing Monsieur Bardot as yet. Au revoir , Francois.”

Laurent opened the door to the carriage and helped her down to the sidewalk.

“Not au revoir.” Grimness inflected Francois’s voice as he watched her hurry up the steps. “I most earnestly hope it’s adieu , Juliette.”

The lanterns affixed on either side of the door on the walls of the alcove revealed both Juliette’s deplorably dirty face and the mischievous glance she cast him over her shoulder.

“But how often are our hopes realized in this world, Francois?”

She entered the house and with utmost care to be silent, closed the front door.