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Guillaume de Gauss stood almost at the very edge of the scaffold. He saw the king, trembling with cold and fear, ascend the scaffold. He heard the executioner of the Republic read out his sins. He heard the King deny these accusations in a shaky voice. He heard the verdict on a man called for some reason Ludovic Capet, the former king. He heard his appeal to the people. He heard the prayer of the king before his last steps on this sinful earth. He saw how the king, bending on his feet, was led by the arm to the guillotine. And then time seemed to slow down its run: the blade of the guillotine began to slowly slide down. Another second, and the head, crowning a full body that loved to eat, slowly fell into the basket. At that moment, something exploded in Guillaume's chest, and he, beside himself, flew up to the scaffold. Pushing the dumbfounded guards and the executioner, he jumped up to the basket and grabbed his head, which had just fallen, by its short hair. Throwing it up on
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Without raising her head, the girl dejectedly passed through the massive gate, through the guards, who out of habit made jokes about her pale skin, silently presented a search basket and, without saying a word, went up to the room where the queen, her children and their children were kept. aunt. When she entered, she leaned against the door frame. The basket fell out of her hands, and the simple food scattered on the floor. The young woman who was reading aloud from a book to the children sitting at her feet looked up at her. An older lady was sewing by the window.- What's happened? the young woman asked, interrupting her reading. She clutched the book tightly to her chest, as if she wanted to protect herself from adversity with it.Your Majesty, - the girl began in a trembling voice from the door. She ran towards the woman, tripping over a fallen basket. Running up, she bowed her head low. The young woman stood up. The girl fell on her knees in front of her, without
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The rustle of Bertrand's clothes did not alert Bianca, and she did not expect that his powerful hand would pin her to the carriage wall.Either you go on your own, or I'll tie you up. Twice is enough. Bianca frantically searched again for the handle on the carriage door. She felt the wood paneling and upholstery around her. Tears unwillingly flowed down her cheeks. In desperation, she shook the door. Suddenly, an unreasonable weight fell on her head, and she lost consciousness.I warned you, stupid moth, - hissed Bertrand, tying Bianca and rocking in time with the movement of the carriage. On one of the potholes, the carriage tilted heavily, and Bertrand, throwing the rope, rested his hands on the walls of the carriage. When the balance was restored, Bertrand took up the rope again. Finally, having tied Bianca, he left her lying on the seat and sat down opposite.Damn it, you blissful bastard, - he gasped, tearing the lace collar. - How much fuss with you.
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Further Bianca remembered vaguely. In the confessional, they untied her hands and, after massaging them, tied them over her head, hanging them on a hook clumsily hammered into the wall. The blind woman cut off the skirts with a knife and removed the frame, leaving Bianca naked from below. In a neighboring confessional, Bertrand, an ugly old woman, and the man, unknown to Bianca, who met them at the beginning, were engaged in foul-smelling manipulations. How they managed to do it in such close quarters, Bianca did not know. After a while, Bertrand entered her, carrying a tampon soaked in some kind of liquid. Without too much ceremony, he introduced it between Bianca's legs, despite her protests and resistance. Then he tied her legs and stroked her stomach, the triangle of hair below and behind her, driving her into a frenzy again. Not giving himself the trouble to turn away, he pulled his cock out of his pants and masturbated in her presence. The door of the confessional,
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The ritual then went well: our saint is expecting twins, - said Bertrand, sitting in a stone room by the hearth, shaking his leg in a white stocking.Agree. But why did she have to cut her arms and legs? Katherine asked grumpily. Standing aside at the stone table, she was crushing some herbs in a mortar. She wouldn't run away from us anyway.The cripple doesn't need guards. And our golems don't last long, you know. Well, relatives in the form of guards are like launching a rooster into a chicken coop, - Bertrand burst out laughing. The first months are fine. And then? Suddenly, with their agility, they harmed the child?Quickly. You will say too.Yes, dear cousin. With the mind, God began to deprive our relatives, but he measures lust in tubs. He laughed again. - Nothing. Children will be born, we will perform one more ritual.If she doesn't die during childbirth.And this is your business, - Bertrand said, suddenly becoming serious. He left the stone room and ascended throug
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A few minutes later the door opened, letting in a young man of about twenty-seven with delicate features of a handsome face, dark hair and black shining eyes. Above narrow lips, set off by flawless white teeth, a dark string of mustaches. He stopped on the threshold, looking at the consul, who was leaning against the fireplace. With the toe of his boot, he tried to move a log half burned down in the evening. Raising his eyes, the consul looked at the newcomer. Then, folding his arms over his chest, he slowly approached him.You called yourself Flatilar. What is your real name? He did not take his eyes off the young man's face. Even at a distance, it was noticeable that the consul was inferior to him in stature.My name won't tell you anything. - The voice of the newcomer was soft, soothing. “I am from an old baronial family. But I didn't come here to tell the story of my family. I wanted to offer you a deal.Here's how? The Consul went to the table and picked up the papers. “
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The young man looked from the captain to Bertrand.I only said what I heard from the consul. Despite his youth, his eyes shone with the mind of a mature person. “Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. Lieutenant Corte and Lieutenant Villandre, at your service. He nodded, clicking his heels. His friend in the background did the same. Michele looked at the young people carefully. Forgetfulness about his own idea seemed unmilitary to him. “Who then are these youths? he thought. - Young former aristocrats who crawled into the regiment in order to have weight with those around them? No, aristocrats don't have money, especially now. Sons of the new aristocracy? May be. Former shopkeepers and grooms who became ministers always had money. And how do I know their names? Corte and Villandre – interesting.” Bertrand, hearing their names, also looked at them attentively. But their faces were expressionless.If you want to be present while I get what I promised the First Consul, pleas
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Even at the entrance to the city, Michele noticed that his companion fell into some kind of strange stupor. He cast sidelong glances at the estranged Bertrand several times, but said nothing. It just frowned more and more. Bertrand, on the other hand, fell into a state that his father taught and which his mother, who was also his aunt, helped to develop. Living in Spain, they passed on to him much of the knowledge of their family. And when he spoke about his ancestor, who learned the secrets of the Egyptian priests, he did not lie at all in this. The ability of the Hindus to pretend to be dead and later resurrect themselves, the ability of the Egyptian priests to control the minds of others and force them to act in their own way, all this was more or less accessible to the Go and Mui clan. It was with the help of this gift that Bertrand hoped to mentally find Villardet and instill in him the same about Corta that he had inspired Michel. Michele, watching him, he didn't like him