The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French Revolution — John Shaqi
The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French RevolutionSue, Eugène
History
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
the place. He questioned me. My answers impressed him. A few days later
I was set at liberty, thanks to the efforts of this stranger, Franz, who
came in person to fetch me from the Repentant Women."
* * * * *
The chief initiator concluded the reading of the melancholy recital, and
replaced the pages of manuscript on the table before him. "The account
of our sister is authenticated throughout," he said.
"To this story of my sad life," declared Victoria, "there is nothing to
add. Only to-day did I learn the name of the generous stranger to whom I
owe my release from prison; and again I declare myself ready to pledge
my devotion and service to the cause of humanity. Let the war upon the
oppressors be implacable!"
"From the most obscure to the most illustrious, all devotion is equal in
the eyes of our great cause, and in the eyes of its most noble martyr,
the immortal crucified master of Nazareth," added the initiator, drawing
aside the curtains of the dais and disclosing a Christ on a crucifix,
surmounted with the level of equality. Then he continued, speaking to
Victoria, "Woman, in the name of the poor carpenter of Nazareth, the
friend of the sorrowing and the disinherited, the enemy of the priests
and the rulers of his day--woman, do you swear faith, love, and
obedience to our cause?"
"I swear!" answered Victoria in a ringing voice, raising her hands
toward the crucifix. "I swear faith and obedience to our cause!"
"You are now ours as we are yours," replied the officiant, dropping the
curtains. "From to-morrow on you will receive our instructions from our
brother Franz. To work! The opening of the States General shall be the
signal for the enfranchisement of the people. The thrones shall
disappear beneath the scourge of the revolution!"[4]
At that moment the watch posted in the corridor of the Voyant temple of
liberty struck thrice precipitately on the door, giving the alarm. The
lights which had cast their radiance over the meeting went out as if by
magic, and a profound darkness took possession of the underground
chamber.
From the obscurity was heard the voice of Anacharsis Clootz, the masked
officiant, saying to the other Voyants who had been present at the
initiation of Victoria Lebrenn:
"Baboeuf, go with Buonarotti, Danton and Condorcet by the right exit. I
shall take the left, together with Franz, Loustalot, and our neophyte."
CHAPTER IV.
LITTLE RODIN.
While Anacharsis Clootz, the rich Dutch banker, later to be known as the
"Orator of the Human Race," was thus presiding at the initiation of
Victoria Lebrenn into the sect of the Voyants, Samuel, left alone with
his wife by the departure of Franz of Gerolstein and his companion, had
been just preparing to continue his dictation to Bathsheba, when he
heard the street-outlook rapping discreetly at the gate. Samuel,
hastening at the call, found the watcher holding by the hand a young boy
who cried bitterly.
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