Lucien lays awake, unable to sleep and somewhere in the hours past midnight he gives up. He dresses quickly, throwing his heavy winter cape over him and walks through the quiet inn. Outside, the air is still, a deep cold stings his face. The road in front of the inn is barely illuminated in dim … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Eight, Bourbon les eaux, by Corso
Chapter Twenty Seven-Secret Sins, by Mordaunt
He is accosted by children the moment he walks inside, even before the footman closes the door. Rowdy children, breathlessly speaking over each, and dancing around him with excitement. “Raoul you are here too!” “ It was snowing and we travelled all together in the wagon!” “Then the bad men came!” “Samy, Alexandre, and I … Continue reading Chapter Twenty Seven-Secret Sins, by Mordaunt
Chapter Twenty Six-Intentions Unmasked, by Mordaunt
In the crowded, luminous hall outside, the undulating din of laughter, chatter, and tinkling glasses subsides. A melodious voice is singing: Dove ne vai, crudele,E non fuggire,O di mio beneL’aspre mie pene,Che se fai vaga,De la mia pega,Volge tuo squardiCh’al cor son dardi.Torna, torna crudele,E non fuggire. The handsome masked foreigner seated across from Raoul … Continue reading Chapter Twenty Six-Intentions Unmasked, by Mordaunt
Chapter Twenty Five-Thermal Pools at La Roche-Posay, by Corso
The salon has a pleasant hum of conversation, a warm crackling fire and the soft clink of glasses on silver trays carried by efficient liveried footman. From one corner of the salon comes the clipped twang of the harpsichord. Rayya sits next to Bianca watching her small fingers and whispering encouragement. At one table Charlotte, … Continue reading Chapter Twenty Five-Thermal Pools at La Roche-Posay, by Corso
ChapterTwenty Four-No Choice but the Path Before, by Corso
‘Open the gate!’ The guards look down from the ramparts at the horse and rider and call down the order. The massive gate at Glenay groans under its weight and Lucien rides into the central courtyard. Yawning stable boys quickly appear stuffing their arms into the sleeves of their jackets. He slides from the saddle, … Continue reading ChapterTwenty Four-No Choice but the Path Before, by Corso
Chapter TwentyThree- Tempting Venus, by Mordaunt
“What is all this?” Captain Marchal is not in a good mood. He removes his hat and gloves and throws his muddied cloak on a chair upon entering his office. He and his men have just returned from Royaumont riding all night in freezing rain, the roads treacherous, all slush and dirt. The pile of … Continue reading Chapter TwentyThree- Tempting Venus, by Mordaunt
Chapter TwentyTwo-The Red Herring and the Eel, by Corso
Lucien opens his eyes to darkness, sluggish with heavy sleep, the bed beside him empty. He shoves the drape aside and reaches for his cloak and the night candle. Cold air wakes him as he strides to the door and down the dim corridor where a light beckons from a slightly opened door. Sophia is … Continue reading Chapter TwentyTwo-The Red Herring and the Eel, by Corso
Chapter Twenty One-Desperate Ruse, by Mordaunt
When she was younger, Catherine de Renard sought her mother in the faces of lay sisters and nuns knowing well her mother chose God over her daughter. Many years later, Catherine no longer remembers her mother’s face, only being abandoned when she was eleven. The lay sister from the Benedictines of Abbaye aux Dames in … Continue reading Chapter Twenty One-Desperate Ruse, by Mordaunt
Chapter Twenty-The Château d ‘Glenay, by Corso
Mercenaries, wagons, and horses fill up the yard, the stable and the outbuildings. Some accompany the others, crowding into the tavern room, the serving women rush food to the tables, other servants carry jugs of steaming water and linens up the stairs. In between refilling flasks of wine and ordering his servants to hurry the … Continue reading Chapter Twenty-The Château d ‘Glenay, by Corso
Chapter Nineteen, Part II-The Road to Glenay, by Corso
The only light in the dark room comes from the fireplace. The corners of the room are lost in deep shadows, the flickering firelight casts dancing shadows on the high ceiling and walls, over portraits of stern men and women. They look down from their lofty position on a wall, with dark expressions of disapproval … Continue reading Chapter Nineteen, Part II-The Road to Glenay, by Corso
Twelve Years After 