The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French RevolutionSue, Eugène
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The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French Revolution
Sue, Eugène
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction
"Gentlemen, the King and his family have left the palace. They throw
themselves upon the National Assembly!"
Another member of the old Municipal Council presented himself at the
bar, saying:
"Monsieur President, the King asks leave to come to you accompanied by
his guard, which will watch over him, and over the National Assembly."
At this proposition a part of the Center, the Left, the extreme Left and
the galleries, all gave vent to their indignation. On all sides people
cried "No! No! The Assembly is under the safekeeping of the people! No
bayonets here! Down with the pretorians! Long live the Nation! Down with
the King!"
Ringing his bell the president called out loudly: "I propose the
following resolution: The National Assembly, considering that it needs
no other guard than the love of the people, charges its committee-men to
watch over the tranquility within its precincts, and proceeds to the
order of business."
A thunder of applause overwhelmed the closing words of this motion,
which was adopted with an immense majority. The municipal officer took
his leave to report to the King the decision of the National Assembly,
when almost immediately another usher rushed in, crying:
"The King and Queen ask to be introduced to the care of the Assembly."
So, indeed, it was. The King was garbed in a suit of violet silk, which
disclosed his blue sash worn crosswise; he wore a hat of the National
Guard, for which he had exchanged his bonnet with the white plume. His
puffy features, empurpled with heat and emotion, and dripping
perspiration, expressed a mixture of fear and crafty irritation. His
obesity made his gait heavy and ungainly. Behind him advanced Marie
Antoinette, giving her arm to Count Dubouchage, Minister of Marine, and
leading the Dauphin by the hand. Trembling and terrified, the child
pressed close to his mother, who, pale and haughty, and more enraged
than frightened, trod with a firm step, casting about her looks of
disdain. She preceded the King's sister, Madam Elizabeth, who leaned on
the arm of Bigot of St. Croix, Minister of Foreign Affairs. The lady
sustained herself with difficulty, and hid her face, bathed with tears,
in her handkerchief. Then in order followed the Marchioness of Tourzel,
the governess of the King's children, on the arm of Major Hervilly, one
of the King's officers; and finally, behind her, the beautiful Princess
Lamballe, the intimate friend of the Queen, accompanied by another
seigneur of the court.
Profound was the silence that fell over the Assembly. Louis, who so far
had alone kept his hat on, now removed his National Guardsman's
head-gear and said in a snappish voice that revealed at once fear and
surly anger:
"I have come here to escape a great crime. I think I am safe among you,
gentlemen?"
"You may count, Sire, on the firmness of the National Assembly. Its
members have sworn to die in the defense of the rights of the people and
the authorities recognized by the Constitution."
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