Web Blog of Connie Vines, author or multi-genre fiction. Awards: H.O.L.T. Medallion (Honoring Outstanding Literary Talent), Orange Rose, Award of Excellence--Contemporary Romance; Independent eBook Award, Dream Realm Award. National Book Award and Frankfurt Book Award, nominee--YA Historical Fiction. Blog includes guest bloggers and snippets of WIP.
hurried to the salon’s front window. “It looks like Governor Lowe is here,
rose and peered through the holes he’d had his servants cut in the shutters, so
he could look out without anyone seeing him. “Yes, our esteemed governor, cowing
back from his minions. What could he want?”
Lowe had reigned in, allowing a group of soldiers to ride up near the front
porch, their hat plumes fluttering in the wind.
smug faces annoying him, Napoleon motioned Saint-Denis out to inquire.
wish to speak with the Count de Las Cases,” the governor’s assistant, Sir
Thomas Reade, Deputy Adjutant General, announced. His moon-face barely shifted
with his sly smile.
returned and Napoleon sent him to fetch the count who sat in the drawing room,
having his hair trimmed by the imperial barber.
out there and see what that beast wants with you,” he said when the little man
must say, I can’t imagine what he might want of my humble person.” The
chamberlain bowed, twitched his nose, and stepped out the front door.
bent again to scrutinize the trespassers; his shoulder muscles tightened. He
nodded to Ali, who slipped out the door and followed Las Cases.
a large contingent of soldiers for a conversation.” Amélie touched his arm, but
he didn’t mind, her hand comforting.
minutes later, Reade and another soldier escorted Las Cases out the front gate.
more soldiers followed, carrying trunks brimming over with papers obviously
from the count’s quarters in the back wing.
bounded up the front steps and into the salon. “Your Majesty, the governor has arrested
the Count de Las Cases and the soldiers confiscated everything in his rooms.”
for what reason? They’ve stolen all my dictation? This is insufferable! Ali,
fetch Count Bertrand. Tell him to send Doctor O’Meara to find out what has
happened.” Napoleon’s left
twinged, something he experienced when overwrought. He resisted the urge to run
out and demand an explanation. But he could no longer act the impetuous youth
who let his temper run wild—
up banners and storming bridges on battlefields. He had to preserve his
do the British have a right to seize our people and haul them away like
criminals?” Amélie asked, her fawn eyes earnest.
will push their arbitrary rights to the limit.” Napoleon felt powerless, unable
to protect his own people. Yet he couldn’t let the girl—who unfortunately no
longer resembled an undernourished waif— sense his weakness.
much longer before he could put his escape from exile plans into action?