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“Merci , Mademoiselle,” Louis Charles said gravely. “Though I wish you’d put honey instead of bitters in the olive oil.”

Nana laughed. “I thought it better if it tasted bitter in case Dupree became suspicious and tasted it. You’re very welcome, Your Majesty. It was a great pleasure helping you.” Nana’s face hardened. “Anything I could do to harm that canaille was a pleasure.”

Francois stared into Nana’s eyes. “Such vehemence. I wonder if you’ve been entirely honest with us regarding the ease of your task in dealing with Dupree these last weeks.”

Nana forced a smile. “I told you he did me no harm. I just don’t like the canaille.” She pulled up the hood to shadow her face. “Now take the boy to Monsieur Radon’s house and let me get on with my task.”

“You’ll join us at Monsieur Radon’s?” Catherine asked as she took Louis Charles by the hand and started down the street.

“If I can. If not, I’ll meet you at the Café du Chat tomorrow.”

Francois shook his head. “I want you at Monsieur Radon’s by midnight, Nana.”

“Oh, very well.” Nana watched them until they disappeared around the corner and then briskly proceeded to Robespierre’s lodgings.

She deliberately tousled her hair before pounding with both hands on the door. “Open the door!” She pounded again, her voice sounding frantic. “Citizen Robespierre! You must hear me.”

The door jerked open and icy green eyes glared into her own. “What is this? Is a man not entitled to peace at his evening meal?”

“Citizen Robespierre?” Nana’s gaze desperately searched his face. “Thank God I’ve found you. All of Paris knows of you, Citizen, but no one knows where you live. I’ve been sent from place to place until I’m nearly mad.”

Robespierre drew his small frame up like a bristling porcupine. “There are reasons why I can’t be bothered by all and sundry. If you have a relative condemned to the guillotine, then he must be guilty. The tribunal is always just.”

“I know. That is why I have come to you. You are an admirer of virtue and justice and I could not bear to see you made a victim.” She gazed into his eyes. “I’m Nana Sarpelier and I’ve come to tell you of a terrible plot threatening not only the republic but yourself. You must hear me out.”

Robespierre gazed at her without expression for a moment. He stepped aside. “Come in, Citizeness.”

8:10 P.M .

Anne Dupree lifted the golden Pegasus from the chest and set it on the table. “You’ve done very well, Raoul.” She stepped back and tilted her head to gaze at it appraisingly. “It’s magnificent.”

Dupree sipped his wine and basked in her pleasure.

She said, “But it doesn’t fit in this room. It belongs in an elegant salon.”

“I thought in a few days we’d leave for Vienna and take it to the Comte de Provence.”

She shook her head. “He’d claim it for the Bourbons. I have no intention of handing it over to him.”

“Very well, we won’t tell him we have it.”

“We?”

“You have it,” he amended quickly. “It’s yours, Mother.”

She turned back to the statue and smiled with pleasure. “Yes, it’s mine.”

“But you’ll come to Vienna with me?” Dupree pleaded. “The count will wish to honor me, and I want to share that glory with you. Now that the boy is dead, the count is heir to the throne. You could reign in his court.”

“I could have my own court here in Paris. I don’t need the Comte de Provence.

” She touched the golden filigree cloud on which the Pegasus ran.

“Everyone will want to come to my salon and see the Wind Dancer. They’ll fight for invitations.

Of course, I’ll have to seek a means to pacify the National Convention, but I’ll find a way. ”

Panic rose in him. “Very well, if you don’t want to go to Vienna, we’ll stay here.”

“No.” She turned to look at him. “I’ll stay here. You’ll go to Vienna.”

She was sending him away. His worst nightmare was staring at him from her implacable face.

For an instant, terror held him speechless. “Please,” he stammered. “You know I can’t go without you. I want to be with you, Mother. Always.”

“Look at you. You’d be an embarrassment, not a help to me.”

“No.” He fell to his knees, scarcely noticing the jolt of pain in his leg. “Vienna’s too far away. You know I can’t bear to be away from you. I beg you to reconsider.”

His mother turned away. “I’ll expect you gone by morning.” She moved to the archway leading to the stairs. “Good-bye, Raoul.”

He scrambled to his feet again. He wasn’t going to be able to persuade her. She was sending him away and this time she would not let him come back.

“Mother!” The word was a howl of agony.

She looked back over her shoulder with a frown. “Don’t be difficult, Raoul. You know what happens when you become—”

The front door burst open.

“Citizen Dupree?” An officer in the uniform of the National Guard strode into the room, followed by four soldiers. “You’re to come with us. You’re under arrest.”

“By whose order?” Dupree gazed at him numbly, scarcely able to comprehend the man’s words.

She was sending him away .

“How dare you barge into my home?” Anne Dupree asked coldly. “Whatever my son has done, I’m a loyal citizen of the republic.”

“That will be decided by Citizen Robespierre. He’s waiting in the carriage outside.”

She would never permit him near her again .

“I’ll not go,” Anne Dupree said. “Raoul, tell him he’s not to force me to—”

But Dupree was being hustled through the front doorway by two soldiers. She reluctantly followed him out of the cottage to the waiting carriage.

Icy rage froze Robespierre’s delicate features into a menacing mask as he stepped down onto the cobblestones from the carriage. “I’m a just man. Because of your past service to the republic I give you one chance to defend yourself before I condemn you. You’re Raoul Dupree, Marat’s former agent?”

“Yes,” Raoul said dully.

He would never see her again .

“And you conspired to free Louis Charles Capet and lay the blame at my door?”

“Free? No, I killed him.”

“Lies. We know you smuggled him from the city and even now he’s on his way to Le Havre.” Robespierre pulled out a familiar-looking paper. “Do you deny you gave this writ to Citizeness Simon with my name forged upon it giving custody of the boy to you?”

“I killed him. He’s in the laundry wagon in the alley behind your lodgings.”

“I was told by your whore how you smuggled the boy out of the Temple but no body was found in the wagon.” Robespierre’s hand tightened on the writ. “Where is the boy?”

“Dead.”

“You’re thinking to destroy me by linking me with the monarchists who want to free the boy, but you’ll not succeed.

” Robespierre’s voice rose shrilly. “Do you hear me? You won’t succeed.

I’ll send you to the guillotine tonight.

” He pointed to a horse-drawn tumbril rumbling out of the fog.

“That cart will take you to the guillotine. Why do you not speak? Do you think I lack the power to deny you a trial before the tribunal?”

Why was Robespierre shouting? Didn’t he know that none of it mattered any longer? “No, I know you have the power.”

“I’ll cut off your head and have you tossed in a common grave with the other traitors who seek to destroy me.”

“Citizen Robespierre, may I go back in the house?” Anne Dupree asked politely. “It’s quite cold tonight and none of this concerns me. I’m only Raoul’s mother. I’ve scarcely seen him for years until he came to me tonight begging me to hide him. Naturally, I was about to refuse when your soldier—”

“You’re his mother?” Robespierre interrupted, his gaze shifting to her face. “Yes, Dupree’s whore mentioned your name as well. I find it strange that he’d run to you after this treason if you had no part in it.”

“I told you, he wished me to hide him. In spite of his faults, I’ve always been a loving mother.”

Death .

“Is that right, Dupree?”

A common grave .

She nervously cleared her throat. “Tell him the truth, Raoul.”

Together .

She was frightened. He must save her. It was his duty to serve her, to save her.

Then it came to him, the solution bursting upon him with an effulgence that filled the entire world.

His mother took a step closer to him. “Why don’t you speak? Tell Citizen Robespierre I’m innocent.”

Why hadn’t he understood before? Dupree wondered. She had told him over and over through the years. She had knelt at his feet and told him what she wanted, what they both wanted.

And now, at last, he could give it to her.

“I can’t tell him that, Mother. It’s not true.”

Her eyes bulged. “Raoul!”

He turned to Robespierre. “Of course my mother knew. She guides me in everything I do.”

“Raoul!”

Dupree turned to his mother and smiled lovingly.

“It’s going to be fine, Mother. Don’t be afraid.

Don’t you see? Remember what you begged of me?

” His voice suddenly became high and simpering.

“‘Promise me we’ll always be together, Raoul.’ That’s what you’ve always asked of me.

Now it can be true. Now we’ll be together. Always.”

He could vaguely hear her screaming as the soldiers led them away toward the tumbril that had drawn up behind Robespierre’s carriage. Poor Mother. She didn’t understand yet, but she would afterward.

A smile still on his lips, he stepped into the tumbril and waited for them to bring his mother to join him.

10:47 P.M .

Nana turned away from the guillotine and made her way quickly through the sparse crowd in the Place de la Révolution.

With the guillotine working day and night these last months, beheadings had become too common to draw large crowds.

Unless the victim was someone of fame or high noble rank, the executioner’s work went virtually unnoticed except by a small group of the morbid and fanatic.