Chantemerle : $b A romance of the Vendean War — John Shaqi
Chantemerle : $b A romance of the Vendean WarBroster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)
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Chantemerle : $b A romance of the Vendean War
Broster, D. K. (Dorothy Kathleen)
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; France -- History -- Wars of the Vendée, 1793-1832 -- Fiction
It was the first step of purely local persecution. The municipality of
Chantonnay, the little town in whose district lay the village of
Chantemerle, had been very slow indeed to take any anti-clerical
action. No “constitutional” priest had ever been installed at
Chantemerle, and M. des Graves was accustomed to proceed with his
ministrations as calmly as though he were ignorant of what was hanging
over his head. But he knew well enough—and his flock, too—that he was
a favoured exception. His parish was like a little island which the
encroaching tide is bound in the end to submerge. Neither château nor
village had yet recovered from the horror with which they had heard of
Vergniaud’s proposal in the Assembly on May 27th for the deportation
of priests to foreign parts, when orders came from Fontenay that all
non-jurors not born in the department were to leave it at once. And
M. des Graves was not a Vendean born.
Yet, though the thunderbolt had fallen in the first week of June, on
this, the 25th of the same month, the Curé had said his Mass as usual
in the little church, had visited his parishioners, and was now pacing
sedately up and down with the master of the Château, who, as a noble,
was only a shade less obnoxious to the Jacobin Directory than himself.
The explanation lay in the priest’s resolution, and in the fact that
Fontenay-le-Comte, the _chef-lieu_, was a good deal further away than
Chantonnay. The municipality had not moved. Neither had M. des Graves.
On all these things did Madame de Château-Foix reflect as she watched
the two figures. She did not allow herself to dwell on what would
happen if M. des Graves were actually turned out of his cure. The
prospect was too terrible. It had naturally been discussed ere this,
and she knew that Gilbert was determined to shelter the priest, as
long as possible, in the château itself, turning the chapel into a
resort for the villagers, as had been done the previous September,
with temporary success, at Saint-Mars-la-Réorthe. To have the Curé
permanently in the house would not be so great a change after all.
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