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Part One
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Fuire: to flee
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wig of hair piled high on her head, there was something of the
proud swan about her. Marie-Louise needed her friends spirit now.
Olympes son, Pierre, an ensign in the French navy, knelt to prod
and scatter the embers. It was his cast-off uniform that Marie-Louise
wore. The remains of her dress, her old life, burned in the grate.
Will you name the father? Olympe asked her. Shame him. He
has responsibilities.
Marie-Louise shook her head sharply. It will do no good.
Icannot name him.
Olympe released a heavy breath. Bastard children have no rights.
As well I know it. Her voice was bitter. Nor their mothers.
But Marie-Louise could not admit his name, not even to her
one true friendespecially not to her. Shame reddened her face.
She had been a fool. Her lover had discarded her, flicked her away
as carelessly as if she were a blowfly that might lay a maggot in his
plate of pie. She would not entrust her son to his mercy.
Then there is no other way, Olympe said, and the two women
shared a look of bald despair. Find a man, Marie-Louise thought,
or take this desperate course. Find a manor become one. She
swayed, on the brink of a stagger. The room was warm and the air
fusty with mildew and smoke. She had the sudden urge to cut her
bindings, run to the window and fill her lungs. This disguise was
insanity. How was she to become a man?
I could take my chances on the streets.
You will likely die disfigured and diseased! What sort of life
would that be for your son? Olympe paced across the floor, her
hands in fists. They deny us even the chance to work to feed our
babies. They would rather see us die as syphilitic whores than grant
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an unwed mother the means to feed her own child. Such is our
civilised society. It sickens me. Olympe was rigid with anger.
Olympe spoke the truth. It was the way of things. And women
who were cast out from their families did not last long on the streets,
if they could bear the life at all. Marie-Louise imagined seeing herself
on the Pont Neuf, watching herself fall as though looking up from
the bank of the Seine at a stranger plummeting from the bridge
with the air snatching at her skirt.
I will fight for you, Olympe said, coming to her side. There is
still hope we will change this world. Marie-Louise felt her friend lay
her chin on her shoulder and fold her arms around her waist. Their
heads rested against one another. Her son stirred in his swaddling.
Marie-Louise was grateful for Olympes strength, but she no
longer believed the revolution would change anything for women.
It was 1791, almost two years since the Palace of Versailles had
fallen to the people. The revolution was surely over. The National
Assembly governed France now and Louis XVI was held prisoner
in the Tuileries Palace. The monarchy was no more. She had helped
to deliver France to the people and free them from tyranny. Once
these thoughts would have fired her blood, but now she felt no such
warmth. Only the thudding of a small, quick heart against her own.
Olympe was still strong, still earnest. Olympe de Gouges
would not stop at the rights of all men to be treated equal,
shewouldstand on street corners and preach that women should
be treated as citizens, not property. But Marie-Louise felt her own
revolutionary flame stutter and smoulder. She doubted whether
women would ever truly be free.
Pierre stood suddenly, dropping the poker to the hearth, startling
her from her thoughts. The last coach will leave soon.
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but instead she turned and kicked the lurking, scrap-fed dogs away.
There is nothing for you here. Tonight, the wooden doors would be
drawn back and her son would be laid down inside and left behind.
This is the only way you will be free, Olympe said, stepping
forwards, arms outstretched.
Olympe would do it for her. Olympe would take her baby to
the church while she, the coward, would seize her chance and run.
Wait! She felt a surge of panic. Ihavent named him! Nothing
had fitted, nothing had felt right. She had to give him a name; it
was all she had to give.
Rmi, she said. The oarsman. She pictured her son grown into a
strong young man, expertly navigating his boat in the current of the
Seine, staying safe and dry while others might be swept away. His
name is Rmi. She lifted him and pressed her lips to his forehead
for the last time.
As soon as the weight of her son was lifted from her arms, Marie-
Louise wanted him back. She almost snatched him from Olympe.
Instead, she gripped the gilt buttons of her coat, crossing her arms
over the loss of him. She heard herself release a deep, guttural moan.
Pierre plucked a heated coin from the embers of the fire.
I will do it, she said to him, her voice choking. He passed her
the coin, but her gloves were too large and her fingers unwilling.
The coin slipped. She saw the silver cu fall and Louis XVIs head
spin upon the floorboards.
She bent to retrieve it and felt the white heat of it through
her leather glove. God forgive me. Her son was asleep in Olympes
arms. Marie-Louise lifted his hand and pressed the coin beneath
his forearm until it seared his newborn skin.
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The route from Paris to Brest took her through Chartres, Le Mans
and Rennes. She had never been so far from home. She had never
seen so much black-hearted forest, never heard the howl of wolves
after dark. When they finally reached the coastal town of Saint-
Brieuc, in Brittany, Marie-Louise caught her first glimpse of the sea.
It frightened her. Agrey blanket stretched out from the cliffs to a
grey sky as the sea mists rolled in, concealing the horizon. Pierre
assured her that land lay to the north, but all she saw was emptiness.
Limping along the cobbled streets of Brest, she felt drained by
weariness. The coach had slammed her spine with each stone and
rut of the rough road and the wounds from the birth of her son
had barely had time to heal. At night she had lain awake staring
at the ceiling of each wayside inn, trying to recall the shape of
her sons nose, the feel of his skin. It had been nine days since she
abandoned him.
The marketplace was crowded with the stench of mackerel and
oysters. Gulls screeched and swooped overhead. Here children
brawled among the fish heads and oyster shells, she saw babies carried
in slings around their mothers chests, and with each wail of hunger
her breasts leaked into the bandages beneath her costume. Two boys
pushed past Marie-Louise as they chased turds down the swollen
gutters towards the sea.
Pierre forged ahead into the crowd and women pulled their
children out of his way. Marie-Louise followed into the fug of wet
armpits. To her relief, mens eyes slid over her without interest. Her
fingers crept into her pocket, checking for the reassuring feel of parch-
ment. Without this letter of introduction, all her hopes were lost.
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for his sake. Whatever the outcome of this meeting, she could not
be a burden on this boy.
When Madame dYauville eventually appeared, she was not
what Marie-Louise was expecting. Madame wore a black gown of
mourning. Her thin lips were pinched and her forehead deeply lined.
Marie-Louise felt her hopes plummet. Mourning women had no
sympathy to spare for others, as she well knew. Widows treated
the world as fiercely as they themselves were treated. Marie-Louise
stood with her hands gripping one another.
Madames black skirts inflated and deflated like a breath as she sat
on the edge of her chaise. Her face was severe. Please, sit. On the wall
behind Madame, the portrait of her dead husband glowered down.
Marie-Louise sank back into the hard chair.
Madame dismissed her servants, waiting for the sound of
retreating footsteps before she spoke. What makes you think I
will help you?
She wont help, Marie-Louise thought. Why would she? Ineed
to support myself.
Madame retrieved Olympes letter from her black skirts. For
the child?
Marie-Louise dropped her head. She slipped her thumb beneath
the sleeve of her shirt and rubbed the blistered welt, still sore
to thetouch.
But surely this plan, this scheme, is ludicrous? The danger! And
if you were to be discovered Madame leaned closer I cannot
bear to think of the consequences.
Marie-Louise took a deep breath, feeling her bandages cut into
her ribs. Iam prepared.
Have you no family to turn to?
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She thought of the night she had returned to her fathers door-
step. She saw her stepmothers sour-sucked face and her father in
his brocaded waistcoat, stroking his belly in front of the fire. Her
stepmothers condemnation was shrill. Abastard child! What curse
did she wish upon this house? At thirty-six years of age had she not
learned the meaning of shame? The top of her foot ached where
her father had leaned upon his cane to pin her to the floorboards.
She shook her head.
Is there no other way? Aposition as a maid?
I have no references.
But that is easily fixed! Ican provide you with one.
Marie-Louise paused. Could she go back to that life? Could she
empty chamber pots and scrub linen for the rest of her days?
But how will I reclaim my son? she asked. What household
would employ an unmarried mother and let a bastard child under
their roof?
Madame dYauville could not answer her. Marie-Louise saw her
flick her eyes towards the door, suspecting the servants might be
listening. Indecision played across her face.
It is my only hope, Marie-Louise pleaded.
There is another way. Madame raised her chin. Awealthy patron?
Marie-Louise shook her head, just once. Iam no beauty, she said,
surprised Madame could not see that for herself. Had she not been
told that so many times in her life, by her father, her stepmother,
her lover? And I no longer have youth on my side. Besides, Marie-
Louise promised herself, Iwill not be another mans whore.
Madame sighed, then nodded. Iwill petition my brother, Jean-
Michel, for you.
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Madame dYauville gave her a room on the top floor and Marie-Louise
endeavoured to keep away from the prying eyes of her household.
For a week she waited for news. Eventually, Madame brought word
from her brother, and an assortment of worn sailors clothes.
He cannot take you on his ship. There is no position for you.
Madame dYauville helped Marie-Louise remove her shirt, stripping
it over her head. Thank the Lord. Imagine ita long sea journey to
the ends of the earth? Icould not forgive myself if he suggested it.
Marie-Louise sat pale and shrunken, slumped forwards, naked
above the waist except for her bandages. Her arms were crossed over
the loose skin of her belly. She turned her face away from Madame
dYauville to hide her distress.
But I have found you something more suitable instead, Madame
dYauville continued. Abakers assistant on the gun ship Deux Frres
while it restocks in Brest. It is only for a few months. Promise me
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