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
"You told me that I was to go through a novitiate of several months,
during which time I might demand no assistance in my work. I accepted of
you the money necessary for my modest needs. You were to me both brother
and teacher. I saw you every day for hours. Little by little my eyes
were opened to the light. Radiant horizons dazzled my vision. You filled
me with your generous aspirations. You fired me with that fever of
devotion and resignation, that thirst for sacrifices, from which spring
saints and martyrs. You followed with interest my progress in the new
path that you opened out to me. Day by day I wished that my initiation
might end. I wished to take my part in action, in your projects. But now
that you have revealed your birth, your station, I begin to doubt you.
Is the object of your society really that which you have taught me it
was, the recovery of the rights ravaged from the disinherited classes?"
"The least doubt on your part on that score, Victoria, would be a cruel
blow to me. We have taken arms for justice and right."
"Pardon me, Franz. Then the _level_, that inflexible emblem--the social
level--"
"Is our emblem. Equality of rights for man and woman!"
"It is your emblem, my lord? Yours, the son of a sovereign?"
"The aim of my life is the triumph of liberty, the birth of the
Republic! Hear me, Victoria. You have borne the hardships, the
sufferings, the shame of a prison. Which, you or a person unknown to
prison horrors, knows them better? Which would hate them more?"
"I read your thought. Despotism itself has taught you its horror."
"And you will no longer wonder at me--of a sovereign race, but yet as
lowly of origin as you, as both our families originated in the same
place--when I take the level as my emblem?"
"I shall wonder no more, Franz; but to my wonder succeeds a glow of
admiration." With her eyes full of tears, and bowing her knee before the
Prince of Gerolstein, Victoria kissed his hand, saying, "May you be
blessed and glorified for your generous sentiments."
"Rise, Victoria," answered the Prince with emotion. "My conduct does not
merit your admiration. It is but a puny sacrifice for us to make of our
privileges, compared with the grandeur of our cause." Then after a
pause, he resumed in mild and grave tones: "But now reflect on this
solemn moment of your initiation. There is still time for you to retract
your allegiance to us."
"Franz, after three months of proof, I shall not weaken at the last
moment. I am ready for the ceremony."
"Think of the terrible vows you are about to take."
"Be they what they may, I shall not be found wanting in faith, courage,
or devotion."
"I wished to reveal to you our family connection in order that you could
accept from me without embarrassment, as should be between relatives,
your means of livelihood for the future, should you not care to carry
out your plan. Your liberty of action shall remain complete and
absolute."
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