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The massacre of the Huguenots in Paris lasted about three days. Bertrand's house, although it was near the Protestant quarter, where not a single Huguenot and not a single building remained alive, by a strange whim of fate was not touched by robbers or fanatics. Not considering it necessary to take risks, Bertrand spent the whole time of the pogrom locked up. Only once did he order the door to be opened, when a hurried knock was heard from the side of the back door. His silent servant let in a very young girl in a torn dress and wounded in several places. She sat down exhausted on the steps of the stairs and asked for asylum. Bertrand, who descended, carefully examined the random guest. If not for the soot on her face and the bloody wound on the severed arm, wrapped in a dirty, bloody rag, she could be considered a beauty. Green eyes, slightly slanted in a pale face, oddly harmonized with bright red curls. A closed dress hid a small, neat chest, and small shoes hid a
Dark souls 15
The massacre of the Huguenots in Paris lasted about three days. Bertrand's house, although it was near the Protestant quarter, where not a single Huguenot and not a single building remained alive, by a strange whim of fate was not touched by robbers or fanatics. Not considering it necessary to take risks, Bertrand spent the whole time of the pogrom locked up. Only once did he order the door to be opened, when a hurried knock was heard from the side of the back door. His silent servant let in a very young girl in a torn dress and wounded in several places. She sat down exhausted on the steps of the stairs and asked for asylum. Bertrand, who descended, carefully examined the random guest. If not for the soot on her face and the bloody wound on the severed arm, wrapped in a dirty, bloody rag, she could be considered a beauty. Green eyes, slightly slanted in a pale face, oddly harmonized with bright red curls. A closed dress hid a small, neat chest, and small shoes hid a
Dark souls 16
A young woman with a barely visible tummy, hidden by a pile of skirts and lace, swayed slightly and, fanning her face with an embroidered handkerchief, with her other hand grabbed the arm of a gloomy young woman who was standing next to her.My mistress, - she immediately responded. “Madame, are you unwell?”My head hurts terribly, Katerina, - The woman put a trembling hand with a handkerchief to her forehead. “I'm about to faint.” She swayed again.Damn stuffiness, - the gloomy woman said angrily. "Now I'll help you get out."But, the service, Katerina ... - weakly protested the exhausted beauty.I think Saint Anthony will not be very pleased if, instead of listening to the clergyman in his church, you fall into a swoon to talk to God directly. The beauty smiled weaklyYou say terrible things, Katherine. Okay, the Jesuits can't hear you.And they don’t even need to hear, - supporting the beauty by the waist, said the woman named Katerina. - Don't say a word to these papis
Dark souls 17
Why the hell is she sending someone at such an awkward time? Katherine heard as she approached the door. “What was La Rivière doing there all this time?” The man was clearly unhappy and was ready to use his fists. Katerina darted softly through the door and froze in the semi-darkness of the corridor. “But I tell you, dear lady, that there is no reason for a person to drive around in the dark. Now there is still spring mud everywhere. Let him go early tomorrow morning. Moreover, this dumb-headed La Riviere claims that nothing terrible will happen overnight.What if it happens, dear Fouquet? The woman's voice was full of doubts.And if it happens, madam, the king will know about it first hand. She had already sent her faithful squire away. I sent my messenger. What else made her want to write? Well, right, as if the bed is on fire under it!You are too hard on her, Fouquet.Harsh? I? Because some royal slut wants to get some royal tchotchka on her, the whole country can go to hell! And
Dark souls 18
It seemed to Bertrand that he had just laid his head on the pillow when he was awakened by a noise in the yard. Slowly getting up, he went to the window. His eyes were filled with business-like confusion. "What the heck?" He slammed his fist on the windowsill.You will break the window like this, - a cheerful voice was heard from the door.My king! Bertrand turned around sharply. - What does it mean?I decided to visit the poor thing, - the King went into the room and stopped next to Bertrand, looking at the servants scurrying around in the yard.Do you want to jeopardize your crown, your kingdom for the sake of? ..Shh, - the King put his finger to his lips. - This woman, nevertheless, bore me heirs. And one of them is declared the future king.And his brother? Bertrand turned to Heinrich and carefully looked into his eyes.And what happened to him?Both of your sons were born out of your marriage. And, for that matter, Cesar has more rights to the crown after you. Although, hi
Dark souls 19
Katerina clasped her hands once more and felt for the flask in the folds of her dress. Putting a few drops on a handkerchief, she unrolled it and shook it. Then, opening the door inaudibly and quietly creeping up to the bed on which Guillaume was lying, she lowered the handkerchief over his face. Muttering a few words, she glanced around the room. A heavy sigh and even breathing was her answer. After waiting for a while, she again went out into the corridor. A dark silence was her answer. Where have all the servants of the beauty gone, the crowd of people who recently besieged her chambers? Where did all those people who stared at her suffering, as if anticipating her end, go? Silence was her answer. Katerina walked slowly towards the door to Madame Gabrieli's rooms.I don't know what to do, - Madame Dupuis spread her hands. - this is something ... - She squeezed and unclenched her hands. “It’s like an unclean spirit is rushing out.”Don't talk nonsense, - s
Dark souls 20
Katherine was gone for a short time. Returning with her eyes wet by no means from tears, she fell on her knees in front of the table, where the maids were bustling about, and, piously folding her hands, she muttered prayers so that everyone could hear her. Someone, coming to their senses, sent for the priest. Katerina ran a clean handkerchief over the duchess's cheeks and torn lips. Then she rubbed her forehead and, pretending to want to say goodbye to her for the last time, leaned low towards him. The handkerchief disappeared into the folds of her dress. As if by magic, small scissors appeared in her hands. And she imperceptibly cut off a strand of hair from the head of the deceased. Then, just as deftly blocking her manipulations of her grieving body, she tucked the scissors and curl into her sleeve. Then, wiping non-existent tears, she pulled away and turned to those around her, again folding her hands in prayer, showing everyone that she had nothing in them. She again, so tha
Dark souls 21
Eclampsia is a pretty monstrous thing in pregnant women. According to medical research of our time, it occurs more often in women who are pregnant for the first time, due to “stools” or fetal secretions. With which the mother’s body, weakened by pregnancy, simply cannot cope. It usually happens in the first half of pregnancy. In those days when women gave birth almost every year, when royal wives, burdened by the bad heredity of closely related marriages, and even more so, royal mistresses, who were less susceptible to this, it was very strange that not for the first time a pregnant woman in the middle of her pregnancy was subjected to such a monstrous phenomenon. The very timely death of a woman who, contrary to all reason, clung to the crown, and even managed to snatch the promise of the future throne for the king's bastard, a woman, which tied to itself the most windy lover on the throne of that time, in a word, all these coincidences and absurdities left the topic for a co