Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2314 Private Talk

   Bertin stood behind Georgiana, combing her short grey hair.

   "The queen used to have brown hair." Bertin said while thinning, "but when she failed to escape, her hair turned white overnight."

   "Like me?" asked Georgiana.

   "No, you don't look like you." Bertin hesitated for a moment and then said, "Is the style of the hat also decided by me?"

   "Forget it." Georgiana picked up a necklace. "Bring it to me."

   Bertin took the necklace and put it on her.

   "Go on," urged Georgiana.

   "What do you want to hear?" Bertin asked.

   "You saw her turn white overnight."

   Bertin arranged the ruby ​​necklace for Georgiana and continued.

"At that time, she was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Palace of Versailles. You can't imagine how damp and dark this prison made of steel and stone was. The queen's shoes and socks had fallen from her feet because of the long-term soaking. They could The escape was successful because of the help of the jailer and his wife." Bertin sighed, "I still remember the first time I saw their daughter, she was a cute little girl, but her mouth was full of foul language. ."

   "Did the adults teach her?" asked Georgiana.

   "The Queen is a good person, and everyone who has contact with her will feel that way." Bertin said, "On the day of execution, it was the jailer's daughter who combed the Queen's hair."

  Georgianna listened quietly.

   "People from the National Assembly are not allowed to visit the prison, but the queen's clothes are torn like that. I will send her clothes to wear."

   "Nothing else?" said Georgiana impatiently.

   Bertin continued to help her with her hair.

"When the king was recognized, they had a chance to escape, as long as they left before the crowd surrounded the carriage, but suddenly five or six people ran out of the dark, they controlled the horse, and three soldiers planned to sacrifice themselves. Let the king rush through the checkpoint, but the king did not allow them to be injured. Soon, someone ran up to the bell tower of the church and rang the alarm bell. The sound of the bell woke the sleeping citizens. Everyone surrounded the carriage, and there was no way. But ran away. The king pleaded with those around him, and many were persuaded by him, and shed tears of sympathy, when the mayor and his wife came, while the queen sat in a carriage full of goods, with the children Together, she cried and begged to the mayor's wife, for she was also a wife and mother, when the fate of another wife and mother was in her hands..."

   "What did the mayor's wife say?" asked Georgiana.

"She said, 'If there's no risk, I'd be happy to help you, you're thinking of your husband, I'll be thinking of my husband, a wife's priority is her husband's sake,' and they were arrested, On their way back to Paris, an old man took off his hat and saluted the king, who was torn to shreds by the angry crowd."

  Georgianna looked at Bertin blankly.

   "The queen was very scared when she mentioned that scene, aren't you? Princess." Bertin said.

   "Don't call me that," she said coldly.

"The queen told me that all pleas and tears are useless. If one day I meet her situation, remember not to ask for forgiveness. I did as she said, although my former customers will be charged for debt collection. Hate me, but I made my stand and I'm one of them."

"what?"

"I'm a laborer too, a craftsman, or I'd be torn to shreds," Bertin said wearily. "The queen asked the jailer's daughter, 'Why do you hate me so much? Have I done something to offend you? ?', the jailer's daughter said 'no, you didn't hurt me, but you brought disaster to the country'. Many people think I'm an unfortunate bird, best buried like the queen, how dare you use me?"

   "Do you remember those letters from the king and Mirabeau? The sixth Duke of Areenberg is friends with Mirabeau, and he ran to Austria safely." Georgiana hummed contemptuously.

   "Maybe I'm still loyal to the Bourbons," Bertin said.

  Georgianna looked back at her.

   "I thought you were a selfish woman who had no bottom line in order to survive."

   Bertin laughed.

   "You are wrong, I have to protect the legal rights of 20 women." After laughing, Bertin said, "You are different from those king's mistresses, I have always been curious, why are you willing to be his mistress?"

  Georgianna noticed Bertin's title, and it seemed that she didn't have much awe of Napoleon. Maybe in her eyes, he was still the artillery lieutenant who couldn't even enter Versailles.

   "I have my reasons," said Georgiana, looking at herself in the mirror.

   "Can I ask?" Bertin whispered in Georgiana's ear "I promise not to say it."

  Georgianna smiled.

   This game is played by many girls, "I only tell you, you don't tell anyone else", and then at least half of them already know it the next day.

   "Do you believe in magic?" asked Georgiana.

   Bertin stiffened.

"I heard that the Tuileries was haunted, so Josephine dared not live there." Georgiana turned to look at Bertin "It was the ghost of Marie Antoinette, she said to Josephine. 'How did you sleep in my bed'."

"I don't think the queen was talking about Josephine," Bertin said. "On the day the queen returned to the Tuileries, a woman who sold cherries spilled the cherries on the queen's bed and lay down on the bed. It said 'It's our turn to rest today'. She didn't look good, even wearing the queen's hat, she still looked rough, she claimed that the hat was defiled by wearing it, and then she stepped on the hat under your feet."

  Georgianna did not answer.

  The hatred in Bertin's eyes was fleeting, and as if nothing had happened, she chose clothes for Georgiana to wear when she saw the archbishop later, and unknowingly, Georgiana also had a lot of clothes.

  Watching Bertin busy, Georgiana remembered another thing, if Mary in the Tuileries Palace just repeated what happened in that bedroom before her death, then Margaret of Austria is also repeating it? Repeated the death process of her feet being pierced by broken glass of the cup and the wound infection.

  7 is a magical number. It is said that the money to buy a coffin for Mary cost 7 francs. Before her death, Joseph II was buried in the simplest coffin of the Habsburg emperors of all dynasties.

  His successor, Leopold II, died after only two years as emperor. If the French king's plan to flee to Austria was a secret that few people knew, did Franz II know?

   And those people who rushed out of the shadows and controlled the horses, who are they?

  If it was Georgiana, she would definitely take this opportunity to whip the whip fiercely, make the horse run, and fight that person to the death.

   But if she was really that wise, she had a chance to escape last time at the Opera House, and when Severus led the Purifiers away, she could have run too, when her shackles were already free.

   She wanted to prove it, so she chose to stay, and then...

   "It seems that we all look at other people's affairs easily, and we can't figure it out in our own turn." Georgiana said to Bertin's back, "This is called 'authority fans'."

  Bertain turned around and placed a dress in front of her.

   "How about this one?"

  She was not in the mood, so she nodded indifferently.

   She just put on her clothes, but she felt a tingling sensation.

   "Show me the back," Georgiana said to Bertin.

  Beltin checked and removed one thing, and the tingling was gone.

  Georgianna looked at what she was holding, it was a needle.

   "I'm going to teach..."

   "This dress was not made by one of your staff." Georgiana said blankly, "I brought it from Paris."

   She threw the needle in Bertain's hand on the dresser.

   Can cursing people work in such a childish way?

   The moment she looked up, she saw a boy in the mirror, and when she turned to look, he had already disappeared.

   "Shit." She couldn't help cursing vulgarly.

  Should she tell Josephine what she found just now, and let her not be afraid of the ghost of Marie Antoinette, and go back to the Tuileries in peace?

   Then she remembered, Josephine's room was opened for the dance, and many people went in, wouldn't anyone put something in it?

   This would require a major search, but Georgiana doesn't have the power to search the "hostess"'s room.

   "Shit." She cursed again, because only that word could express her mood at the moment.

   (end of this chapter)