France -- History -- Louis XVI, 1774-1793 -- Fiction
Concerned with a disordered social system and men in and out of
dungeons, the Governor had little time and less inclination to note the
caprices of the tide or the vagaries of the strand. The people! The
menacing and mercurial ebb and flow of their moods! The maintenance of
autocratic power on the land, and, a more difficult task, on the
sea--these were matters of greater import than the phenomena of nature
whose purposes man is powerless to shape or curb. My lady, his
daughter, however, who had just returned from seven years' schooling at
a convent and one year at court where the Queen, Marie Antoinette, set
the fashion of gaiety, found in the conduct of their great neighbor,
the ocean, a source of both entertainment and instruction for her
guests, a merry company transported from Versailles.
"Is it not a sight well worth seeing after your tranquil Seine, my
Lords?" she would say with a wave of her white hand toward the restless
sea. "Here, perched in mid air like eagles, you have watched the
'grand tide,' as we call it, come in--like no other tide--faster than a
horse can gallop! Where else could you witness the like?"
"Nowhere. And when it goes out--"
"It goes out so far, you can no longer see it; only a vast beach that
reaches to the horizon, and--"
"Must be very dangerous?"
"For a few days, perhaps; later, not at all, when the petites tides are
the rule, and can be depended on. Then are the sands, except for one
or two places very well-known, as safe as your gardens at Versailles.
But remain, and--you shall see."
Which they did--finding the place to their liking--or their hostess;
for the Governor, who cared not for guests, but must needs entertain
them for reasons of state, left them as much as might be to his
daughter. She, brimming with the ardor and effervescence of eighteen
years, accepted these responsibilities gladly; pending that period she
had referred to, turned the monks' great refectory into a ball-room,
and then, when the gales had swept away, proposed the sands themselves
as a scene for diversion both for her guests and the people. This,
despite the demur of his Excellency, her father.
"Is it wise," he had asked, "to court the attention of the people?"
"Oh, I am not afraid!" she had answered. "And they are going to dance,
too!"
"They!" He frowned.
"Why not? It is the Queen's own idea. 'Let the people dance,' she has
said, 'and they will keep out of mischief.' Besides," with a prouder
poise of the bright head, "why shouldn't they see, and--like me?"
"They like nothing except themselves, and," dryly, "to attempt to evade
their just obligations."
"Can you blame them?" She made a light gesture. "Obligations, _mon
père_, are so tiresome!"
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