of
it. I no
longer
know
my
brother,
she
thought,
distress
ed. I no
longer
know
what
he’ll
say,
what
he’ll do,
before
he
knows it
himself.
He
raised
his
head,
frowned
,
hesitate
d.
“What
about
your
duties
to
Madem
oiselle?”
Mar
ie-Josèp
he
giggled.
“Someti
mes I
hold her
handker
chief, if
Mlle
d’Arma
gnac
doesn’t
snatch it
first.
She’d
hardly
notice I
was
gone. I
need
only tell
her you
need me
— so
your
work
might
please
the
King...”
His
brow
cleared.
“I’d be
grateful
for your
help.
You
haven’t
become
squeami
sh, have
you?”
“Sq
ueamish
!” She
laughed
.
“Wi
ll you
docume
nt the
dissecti
on?”
“I’d
like
nothing
better.”
“Th
e
dissecti
on will
occupy
my
time.
Will
you take
the
charge
of the
live sea
monster
? Feed it
—”
“Ye
s. And
I’ll tame
it, too.”
“Yo
u’ll
need all
your
ingenuit
y to
persuad
e it to
eat.” His
beautifu
l smile
erased
the
exhausti
on from
his face.
“I’m
certain
you’ll
succeed.
You
were
better
with the
live
things
than I
ever
was.”
Deli
ghted to
be part
of his
life, part
of his
work,
once
again,
Marie-Jo
sèphe
kissed
his
cheek.
Ya
wning,
he
pushed
himself
to his
feet.
“There’s
time
still for
a bit of
sleep.”
His
smile
turned
wry.
“Not
even the
Jesuits
reconcil
ed me to
waking
early.”
“I’ll
take that
duty,
too,”
Marie-Jo
sèphe
said.
“I’ll
wake
you in
time to
attend
the
King.”
“Th
at
would
be a
consider
able
kindnes
s,” Yves
said.
He
ushered
Marie-Jo
sèphe
out of
the cage,
closed
the gate,
and
latched
it and
rattled it
just as
he had
done
earlier
in the
evening.
The sea
monster’
s lament
followe
d them.
“Oh
!”
Marie-Jo
sèphe
jumped
back
from
somethi
ng cold
and
slimy
beneath
her
foot.
“W
hat is it
— did
you step
on
glass?”
She
picked
up a
dead
fish.
“Yo
ur sea
monster
doesn’t
like its
fish.”
4
Marie-Josèphe walked through the silent dawn gardens of Versailles. At first light, the gardeners had vanished but the courtiers still slept and the visitors had not yet arrived.
She was alone in the beauty, surrounded by flowers, perfumed by a cloud of orange perfume.
She strode down the Green Carpet toward Apollo, planning her day. She would feed the sea monster, then return to the chateau in plenty of time to wake Yves and break their fast with bread and chocolate. He would attend His Majesty’s awakening.
She could not accompany him, because women did not participate in the grand lever.
Instead, she would wait for him in the guard room with the other ladies and the less-favored men, and join the procession to Mass.
The morning delighted her. The world delighted her. When she kicked a small stone down the path, she thought, with a few strokes of my pen, with a calculation, I can describe the motion of its rise and fall. I can predict its effect on the next stone, and the next. M. Newton’s discoveries allow me to describe anything I wish, even the future paths of the stars and the planets. And now that I am free of the convent, no one will forbid me to do so.
A breeze rustled the leaves of the potted orange trees. Marie-Josèphe considered how to predict the fluttering motion, and though the solution eluded her for the moment, she felt certain she could discover it with some time and consideration.
M. Newton must have solved such a simple problem, she thought. Dare I write to him again? Would he bother to reply at all, when he condescended to communicate with me once, and I failed to answer? I wish I had seen the contents of his letter.
The chateau of Versailles stood on a low hill; the Green Carpet led downward to the sea monster’s tent.
A much easier walk than last night! she thought. She wore her riding habit, more practical and easier
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