We dont know, maam, «Arabella snatched the brooding tall, handsome young man, the head of this case:" We are only following orders of his Majesty the king. Please, no noise, quiet, follow us.
The frightened girl took a step back. Under her feet rustled the grass. Arabella clung to the thick trunk of a tree: do Not you dare come near me! Do not approach!
The brown policeman, dressed in a suede tunic and the same material of the knickers, and took the young woman by the hand: Calm yourself, lady Arabella. Nobody will hurt you. Well just take You to where it should be.
Im not going to waste time on accusations not relating to me! blurted out of the blue-eyed beauty.
Lady! Dont test our patience! Come on! gendarmes put at the hands of captive iron chains.
Let me go! You have no right! I will complain to the justice! Release!
Mademoiselle de FRASE, shut up! And humbly follow the crew! «the men who brought the slave to the carriage. No sooner had the girl knew it, her eyes flew black patch. Arabella felt someones strong hands forced her on something hard and uncomfortable. The gendarmes, tying their prisoners eyes started to wrists. Hard fast hands of a young woman with a rope, the guards dropped on the face of Arabellas heavy, black bag. Being blind, mute and bound, the French stopped struggling. The soldiers, armed with swords, sat down to one side, like a helpless, weak woman could resist six trained, strong men. The carriage has silently moved from a place. The girl tried to act calm, but it is poorly managed. Shackled to the blood scratched wrists from the ropes, sucking on the tender skin, swollen fingers and palm, the bandage rubbed his eyes, under a heavy bag breathing was difficult.
Arabella froze, the thin robe that barely kept the heat on the fragile body in a freezing carriage. The young woman softly groaned. Due to the dense matter surrounding the lips, she couldnt say anything. The policeman gently removed the bag from the head of his prisoner, watching the mass of tangled hair hides his skinny shoulders: if you are going to sit back, this uncouth, rough fabric touches youre the pretty, innocent face. Quite the one bandage that covers your eyes, the crew stopped abruptly. The daughter of the Duke felt a sudden chill seize the body: for the shoulders, then falls to a small girls chest, sliding over flawless, flat stomach, wraps around the waist and thigh tickles. Arabella flinched. She could not forget the sensitive, stimulating touch of the king in their first night, could not forget his daring movements. And even frost, sliding on the leather reminded the girl about it.
The head of the hull almost kicked Arabella out of the carriage, and tying her even tighter eyes took on the sharp stones that pierce into the suede fabric of the shoes. The young woman tried to understand where she is, but the constant aftershocks kept her focus: Where am I? Where are you taking me? frightened girl asked.
Calm down, will soon find out.
The young woman felt under my feet, something began to stir:
Come, she heard the order, who could not bear objections, the policeman took the prisoner by the arm, helped her down the old stairs. Arabella slipped, grabbed the same Chapter: «be Careful, my lady, steps are slippery.
The girl, shuddering with fear, clung to the body of the soldier: what is your name?
Albert de Germont, the head of the Royal corps of gendarmes.
Youre a kind man. Thank you for Your concern, but Im afraid to die in captivity, by the swords of the kings men.
Fear not, lady, because our fears dont always matter. We are afraid or not, if some event should happen and so it happens, fear will not stop him.
Sir, why are we stopping? «came the impatient voice of another policeman.
«Not so fast, Nick. Death not in a hurry sadly, but with a smile replied the commander-in-chief.
Arabella did not see the face Alberda, when he spoke those awful words, but she distinctly heard his voice, filled with strange regret, despair, coldness and indifference. The first time the French felt on his neck the icy breath of the terrible, impending death.
Someone pushed the girl forward, so much so that she fell with loose steps to the barn. The policeman yanked untied the captives eyes. Mademoiselle de Frase frantically looked around. The young woman was in the basement, looking like a prison for recalcitrant prisoners. In all the corners hung with cobwebs, through the bars were not penetrated by a single ray of light and in the shade on top of a terrible machine for waterboarding. The victim before torture were not given food for several days and then lowered to the bottom of the building so that as much as possible bulging belly (although, after the fast it was hard to do) and started to pour water in the mouth. Unfortunate either choked or liquid filled inside, the stomach could not withstand and exploded. Arabella, barely holding himself in nausea, turned away from the car and stared at the leaving silhouettes of the gendarmes.
The time dragged terribly slowly and painfully. The girl then walked around the dungeon, then sat in the hayloft, peering into the blackness of the night. Whatever it was, but fatigue quickly overcame the young woman and she huddled in a corner, dozed off.
There was a creaking door. Harsh light illuminated the dark basement. Arabella terrified opened his eyes. At the door, in the shadows, stood a man, which goes on the wood, swaying the cane. French, barely breathing from fear, pressed her back to the dirty wall. The old man approached her, quietly, barely moving his feet.
«Who Are You? What do You need? asked fearfully provincial.
Dont be afraid, "came the unknown voice. It sounded like from far away, from the impenetrable darkness.
Why are You here? I am the innocent.
Dont worry. Im not going to hurt you. I am an ordinary person, trying to show the right path those who have strayed from the true path and goes where the one light burning, surrounded by a sinister, impenetrable forest, but skips the road at the end of which light, joy, happiness, and the hot flames who burned the troubles. Remember, a small candle, which had lit one hand to put out easier than the fire burning thanks to a few touches. Therefore, look for a mutual, happy love, let it not even be sprinkled with gold, and with rural, poor hay. But unrequited passion, even made of diamonds and purple, will not bring peace, enjoyment and tranquility, but only to empty the soul, break the heart and, like an arrow, vague thoughts fill with memories of the past.
Arabella, scarcely breathing, listened to these precious, wise speech. The old man looked like a simple poor man, but he spoke true words of the philosopher.
What do You mean? I am clean before God, "slowly drawled the girl.
Is now you clean and pure, but will take a little time, and you will be dressed in gold and diamonds. Proudly will wear silk and gold brocade, on his head a crown of precious stones, silver tiaras, and delicate, like the petals of a flower ripe pomegranate, veils. On the neck of your hundreds of expensive pendants will hang at the hands of the machined ring and the bracelets jingle. But your hands dirty in the red blood With fingers dripping red liquid, which eclipsed the radiance of luxury. And pride It will stifle the voice of conscience and justice.
Ill never shed the blood of innocent people. Nothing can drown out my conscience, proudly threw the young woman. Her voice sounded sad, but undisguised arrogance.
Ill never shed the blood of innocent people. Nothing can drown out my conscience, proudly threw the young woman. Her voice sounded sad, but undisguised arrogance.
The old man with a sad half-smile whispered: «Look around. What do you see? It will happen to your soul.
The girl stared. Around her, on the floor, on the walls, on the hay lay jewelry, gold, silver, precious stones, gold coins. But Arabella, looking closely, saw in all this drops of fresh, red blood. She shone like autumn leaves in the afternoon sun, sparkled like stars in the night sky. Suddenly there was a deafening rumble, so strong that everything around trembled. The Dukes daughter, saw a fire-breathing dragon that rises out of the ground. Because of the fear that breeds in the entire body, the girl couldnt move. She had to consider only the old man who went into the shade, then filled all Hellfire
Arabella de Frase squealing woke up. The old guy, the gold, the words, the dragon its only a nightmare, a horrible dream. Young beauty with horror looked around. She was still in that dirty, damp dungeon. The Frenchwoman sighed. The girl didnt know how much time youve been here, because the camera was always dominated by impenetrable darkness.
Again there was a deafening, obnoxious creak of the door and to jail someone silently entered. But it was not a dream but a harsh reality. In the shadows stood silent policeman, holding a copper bowl and a water bottle. Arabella stood up. She was no longer afraid that guards might kill her for disobedience. The worst thing is to stay in this chamber for a long time.
How much time I will still be here? It is a prison ever end?
Im just a guard and I know nothing. Only sir Albert de Germond can let You go. In the meantime, You just have to wait! "the man nodded.
What to expect?
Or release or penalty, with these words the policeman put a bowl of soup and slice of bread on a fresh haystack.
The day passed, the second The guards wore Arabella food, basins for washing, but the girl couldnt stand this confinement. No one except a few guards came to her. Unfortunately, those were silent, and only occasionally cast a glance at the Frenchwoman, like a criminal.
Early one morning in the prison he heard a commanding voice, and on the threshold appeared a young, gallant man, an aristocrat, dressed in the latest elegant French fashion. Everything in it seemed so harmonious and even a little corny, but this threatening sword, resting on the belt Arabella shuddered from the silver Shine of a sharp blade.
Miss Arabella, politely handed it to the stranger, removing his hat and bowing low.
«Who are You? roughly threw the girl, turning away from the newcomer.
Oh, Milady, you see, a courtesy You have not learned. Well, to do re-education of the rebellious maidens Im not going. Therefore the answer to Your question: my name is Mr. Mocenigo, I am the chief Advisor and close friend of his Majesty the king of France Louis XIII. Great monarch gave the order to visit You before his arrival.
To visit or to kill? laughed the daughter of the Duke.
Kill? I was just wondering, what have You done that are on death row?
I and itself do not know, for what sins I now have to suffer. I didnt do anything to lose his life. Kindly tell me when I can get out of here?
When the king comes. Only the Lord has the right to release You, because on his initiative You languishing here.
You know hes gonna kill me, resignedly nodded the girl. Sir, said nothing, silently left the basement.
By evening, the young woman heard noises behind the wall. Leaning against the icy stone, she managed to overhear the conversation of two guards:
Now comes the Louis. He was very angry, seeing his captive like this. Get her a new dress and a tub for bathing. Let them get cleaned up, "ordered the commander of the corps.
The girl sat on the floor. The mind didnt want to see Louis but heart After that fateful night, enough time has passed, but the wound is still bleeding.
Dressed in clean linen gown, a young woman nervously walked around the dungeon, nibbling, and so the cracked lip. Arabella with trepidation expecting that the camera will go silent executioners and blow her head off. The Dukes daughter, heard distinct footsteps behind the door, Louis.
Is she there?
Yes, Your Majesty.
«Come with me, Albert.
The girl squared her dress and lightly combed hair. Anyway, the charming beauty wanted to look irresistible to monarch of France. The door, as if by magic, easily opened, and the camera proudly walked the son of Mary de Medici, whose face was carefully covered wide-brimmed hat.
How dare you?! Who dared to put her in the hands of these terrible chains?! suddenly furious cried the king.
Im sorry, sire, I now immediately withdraw, "the woman exclaimed quietly when her wrists snapped a little lock, and rough iron crashed down on the floor. Arabella rubbed his swollen wrist, removed the ginger, the stray lock of hair from the face, and when they were alone with the Lord, dared to speak proudly, not bothering to bow: What happens sir? Your people attacked my house, tied me up, put on the face of the bag and threw it into the carriage. Then they brought in some kind of basement and who knows how long I languished in this barn. Please tell me why You were ordered to take me to this village?
Louis heartily laughed. But the young woman only grinned arrogantly. First time in her life she felt a real, unusual sympathy, even more, to a man of such high birth. Louis was a handsome, attractive man still quite young years. Slender body, brown eyes, curly, dark hair The girl was crazy and scary that this handsome man had once possessed her, and she was in his bed. The French now saw before him a completely different person. Not authoritative, heartless king and a gentleman, capable of tender touches and gentle, kind words. This might be a strange feeling, such a timid, touching, sweet and bore the name of «Love».
Arabella smiled at his own thoughts and looked directly in Louis ' eyes that it was unlawful for any woman. But it did not offend the king, on the contrary, he came still closer to his captive, and quiet, smooth whispered, "You are an amazing girl, Arabella, just think that my men brought You in some backwater village. Actually You are in Paris, in the basement of my house. I was ordered to take You through the shortest path, so that Your brilliant mind did not understand, Mademoiselle.
Im in Paris? Oh, I think I understand. This here must be my death penalty?
Im not going to kill You, my lady. I love You
Love?.. weakly stammered the Dukes daughter. The Bishop leaned over his slave, so close that their lips almost touched each other. The girl was afraid of this intimacy, but what could she do, if there is a fire of passion blazed in the soul stronger? The frail body went limp in the strong arms of a young man, Arabella had felt on his thin waist his stimulating touch.
No need, " said the pale lips of Arabella, trying to turn away from Louis broke out his face: do Not need to do what then we both will regret
Oh, my beloved flower, why fight fate, if she wished to unite our hearts and give us blissful love? Beautifuluniquemy
Young beauty closed her eyes and quietly mumbled: «Oh Almighty Lord, I have committed the sin, but hes so sweet.» The Frenchwoman did not notice, as it appeared in the strong arms of the Lord. The man, slightly raising the girl, put her in the barn and was exciting to untie the laces on the corset. A hot shiver ran through the body of Arabella, and his head was spinning. Clasping his trembling hands to the neck of Louis, the young woman felt like drowning in a whirlpool of passion.