Shueisha bunko 4, 1-104 (tankoubon 7)
Copyright © 1972-2001 by Ikeda Riyoko
Translation copyright © 2001 by Amy J. Lai

Disclaimer:   This is a non-commercial translation by a fan for fans.   No infringement of copyright to the author and publishers is intended.   Please do not cite any part of this translation without my permission.

KEY

abc	= speech
{{ abc }}	= thought
abc	= emphasis
...	= unfinished speech/thought, or pause
( abc )	= alternative translation, usually indicates literal meaning (lit.)
[ abc ]	= description of actions/sounds
< p.# >	= page number
#	= narrator's comments, author's footnotes
AJL:	= translator's comments

TRANSLATION BEGINS

< pp.1-6:   cover illustration, cover title page, table of contents, chapter title page >

< p.7 >
Crowd:	Summon the Estates-General! For our mother France, we the people all want to participate in national politics! Duke Orleans and many nobles have already lent us their support! We won't pay our taxes until the Estates-General is convened!
[ At the Jarjayes house ]
Oscar:	What's wrong, Granny?   You don't look cheerful.
< p.8 >
Granny:	If I don't look cheerful, it must be because of Lady Oscar's heavy drinking.
Oscar:	[ thump! ]   Ah, your remarks were quite stinging.   Heh heh ...
Granny:	Huh?   I didn't mean it as an insult.
Oscar:	Paris will soon be swept up in riots.   And France will be enveloped in flames. It's like a festering sore on the verge of collapse. Oh, I can't stand it any more.
< p.9 >
Oscar:	Oh Granny, your body is so warm ... so warm and gentle ... just like the old days ... [ splat! ]   Granny!?
< p.10 >
[ On the stairs ]
André:	19 ... 20 ... 21 ... 22 ... 23, 24. Wah!   One more!   25 --- !
Oscar:	André!   What the heck are you counting numbers for? Gran- Granny just fainted!
André:	Ah! [ slam! ]   Granny!
< p.11 >
André:	[ ah! ]   Gran ... ny ... No, this can't be true!   No no! [ wahhhhh ]   So sudden ... Please open your eyes, Granny!   Granny! This is too cruel!   You didn't even say good-bye! Leaving me all by myself! [ wahhhhh ]   Grannnyyy!
< p.12 >
[ kick! ... from a foot with a 50-year-old fungus infection ]
Granny:	Shut up!   Stop screaming in my ears! Were you trying to kill me?
André:	Ohhh!   Granny!   [ hee hee ]
< p.13 >
Oscar:	So, you're okay now. I've called the doctor. Sorry, Granny.   All I was thinking were my own troubles and suffering ...
Granny:	Oh, to think I need a doctor ... Perhaps my life has dragged on for too long ... Why do I need a doctor ... Though my life has indeed dragged on for too long ...
[ At the French Guards headquarter ]
Oscar:	Alain de Soissson! Is Alain de Soisson not here?
< p.14 >
French Guard:	Apparently he didn't show up today as well, Commander.
Oscar:	{{ It's been five days since he was due back from vacation. He isn't the kind of men who would just go off on his own without permission. }} André!   Get a carriage and round up some men who know the Parisian neighborhoods well!
André:	Okay.
Oscar:	Oh, remember to get a plain-looking carriage this time!
André:	Ah ... [ ha ha ] I already learned my lesson.
< p.15 >
[ In the streets of Paris ]
Bernard:	Summon the Estates-General! France has awakened from her long slumber and shall be released from all the bondage of old days! The ancient regime is on the verge of collapse! A new age has arrived!
Oscar:	Bernard Châtelet!
Bernard:	Summon the Estates-General! Send us to the Assembly as representatives of the Third Estate!
Oscar:	Look, it's Bernard! He hasn't changed at all. Those sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks with a young boy's zeal ...
< p.16 >
Oscar:	{{ I know it without even seeing her.   Rosalie must be very happy. }}
Bernard:	The day when all of us are equal has arrived! Freedom!   Liberty!   Fraternity! Jean Jacques Rousseau's supreme ideals are about to come true!
[ Crowd cheers ]
Oscar:	{{ Freedom .... Liberty ... Fraternity ... Freedom .... Liberty ... }}

< p.17 >
Oscar:	Is this Alain's house? What is this strange smell?
Neighbor:	Ah, you wouldn't happen to be Alain de Soisson's commander, would you?
Oscar:	Yes, I am ...
Neighbor:	Well then, please go see Alain and tell him to do something about this smell! We simply can't tolerate it any more!
French Guards:	[ bang bang ]   Alain de Soisson!   Alain de Soisson! Is anybody home?   Open the door! Alain de Soisson!
< p.18 >
Oscar:	We have no other choice. Break open the door!
[ thunk! ]
Oscar:	Uh, excuse me ...
< p.19 >
Oscar:	You must be Alain's mother. I am ... [ shake shake ]   Where, where is Alain?   Where is Alain? Upstairs?
[ scurrying footsteps ]
< p.20 >
Mme. de Soisson:	Oh .. Oh ...
Oscar:	Break open the door!
[ boom! ]
< p.21 >
French Guards:	Oh ... yuck ... what in the world ...
Oscar:	Alain ... is this, is this Miss Diana?
< p.22 >
Oscar:	Is this Diana? How long has it been?   Why, Alain?   Alain!
Alain:	Don't touch her!   Don't you dare touch her!
André:	He seems a bit strange.
< p.23 >
Alain:	Don't any of you dare touch Diana!   Go away!
[ slap slap ]
Alain:	Ah ...
< p.24 >
Alain:	Commander ...
Oscar:	[ huff huff ]   You're back to your usual self.   It's me, Alain.
Alain:	Aaargghh ...
< p.25 >
Alain:	What could Diana do? She was so happy counting down the days to her wedding.   Yet ... That aristocrat bastard! The guy married a wealthy commoner's daughter just for some lump change! Oh, what is nobility, anyway?   Just some absurd title!
< p.26 >
Alain:	She has neither money nor power. Why does she have to go through such misery? What has Diana done to deserve this?   Why? [ Aaarrgh ... ]
< p.27 >
# January 1, 1789. King Louis XVI announced that the Estates-General would be convened at Versailles on May 1.
< p.28 >
# Soon France was swept up in a torrent of electorate activities. From now on, all of Europe and the entire world would be watching France intently.
< p.29 >
[ Notice on bulletin board ]
# The Estates-General will summon elected deputies from the following: First Estate (Clergy), 308 seats Second Estate (Nobility), 285 seats Third Estate (Commons), 621 seats
Oscar:	{{ The Estates-General is about to begin. }}
< p.30 >
Oscar:	{{ A grand drama is about to open on stage. Representatives from all the classes supporting our 175-year-old France will be assembled. The Estates-General will finally begin! }}
[ At Oscar's office in the French Guards headquarter ]
[ tap tap tap ]
Oscar:	Is that Colonel Dagout?
André:	Nah, that doesn't sound like his footsteps.   It's Alain.

< p.31 >
Oscar:	André, your hearing has become quite sharp.
[ Box containing a lock of hair ]
Alain:	It's ... a parting gift from Diana. I would like to give this to you, if you don't mind.
< p.32 >
Alain:	It's her hair.   Please keep it for me. She had always wished to have blond hair like yours. Even before the day she died, she was raving about your blond hair. Oh Diana was ... Diana was ...
Oscar:	[ gulp ]
< p.33 >
Oscar:	It's nice to see you again ...! All the Company 1 members have been pacing around and waiting eagerly for your return. [ pat ]
[ At the Jarjayes house ]
General Jarjayes:	What?   Did you say portrait? Did Oscar call for a portrait? Did she say she wanted to have a hanging portrait?
< p.34 >
Granny:	You never wanted to sit for portraits before. What could have changed your mind all of a sudden?
Oscar:	A change of mind, eh. I just thought it would be nice to have a properly painted portrait.
Granny:	{{ This sounds ominous ... }}
Oscar:	No need to hurry, Monsieur. Please take your time.
Armand:	Hee hee ... after all people do live for quite a long time, eh? I'm fortunate to have you as a model at my old age.
< p.35 >
Armand:	Back in those days when the King was still the Crown Prince ... I thought I saw my most beautiful dream on the day he and Lady Antoinette first visited Paris. In midst of the Palace Guard entourage leading the Crown Prince and Princess' carriage, a handsome young man stood out. "Why are you fussing over a boy!"   The Parisian women asked me. Yet, your lips were still tainted with innocence ... your eyes were as crystal clear as the sapphire ... your cheeks were blushing so naively ... Could this really be true, I thought. Like the sun, you were shining so beautifully that day.
< p.36 >
Armand:	Oh, I want to paint that boy someday, I thought. Just the idea of painting you filled me with pure happiness.
Oscar:	Those were the days ... [ heh heh ... ] Were you born in Paris?
Armand:	No, I'm from Arras, in the province of Artois.
Oscar:	{{ Arras! }} Ah, then do you know Robespierre?   He is a lawyer. And surely he would be a candidate for one of the deputies in the Estates-General elections.
< p.37 >
Armand:	You know Robespierre?   Oh my! Just watch.   He's going to make it! He is the most favored candidate for the position of Artois province's deputy! He'll definitely go to Versailles as a commoner representative from Arras!
Oscar:	As a commoner representative .... Monsieur, do you know of any commoners who are more wealthy than nobles?
< p.38 >
Armand:	Well, merchants seem to be doing quite well, though they're only commoners. Recently there are lots of nobles who marry rich commoners.
[ Outside the Palace of Versailles ]
# On that beautiful morning, the sound of chiming bells resonated through Versailles.
< p.39 >
# It was the ringing of bells announcing a new chapter in French history. # May 4, 1789. In preparation for the Estates-General's opening ceremony on the following day, all of the deputies gathered for mass at the Saint-Louis Cathedral of Versailles. The regiments guarding the deputies' procession were the First Regiment of France, the French Guards, and the Swiss Palace Guards.

< p.40 >
French Guard:	All the soldiers have arrived and formed into assembly. We will wait for your orders.
Oscar:	Good.   Thank you.
Women:	Hey, handsome Commander! The procession hasn't started, has it? I've already stayed over in Versailles for three days.   I'm so excited! Hey, stop pushing me!   Stop it! I've come all the day from Provence just to see this!
Oscar:	André.
André:	Uh-huh.
Oscar:	See that window? The Crown Prince Louis Joseph will be watching from there. He arrived in Versailles this morning from Meudon Castle.
< p.41 >
Oscar:	He can only watch this dazzling day of history go by before his dying eyes. [ flashback to Louis Joseph ] {{ I am destined to be the future King of France. I love ... you ... }}
Oscar:	André .... I almost became the Queen. [ hee hee ... ]
André:	Huh?
< p.42 >
Antoinette:	Your brother will be coming ... soon.
Louis Charles:	I'm riding with Mother to Versailles!
Louis Joseph:	Louis Charles ... Go ahead.   Remember to watch things very, very carefully for me, since your sister and I will be watching from the balcony. And perhaps you would become the next Crown Prince of France.
Antoinette:	Joseph will be joining us soon. If you feel any pain, be sure to tell Mme. de Lamballe immediately.
< p.43 >
Louis Joseph:	{{ I wonder if Oscar is over there, wearing her shiny French Guard helmet and waving her sword in command of the troops. }}
[ Crowd cheers ]
< p.44 >
# The first in the procession were 621 deputies of the Third Estate, who were clad in matching black coats and black velvet capes. The next in line were the nobility deputies in their splendid dress, whose opulence only drew contempt from the crowd.
Oscar:	[ Hah! ]
< p.45 >
# Maxmilien de Robespierre, the representative of Artois province, was 31-years-old. He would determine the future of France.
Crowd:	[ Yay! ]   It's Count Mirabeau! Look, Count Mirabeau is with the commoner deputies!
< p.46 >
Crowd:	Though a nobleman, he was elected to serve as a commoner deputy! [ Yay! ]   Let's cheer for Count Mirabeau!   Go Count Mirabeau!
# Count Honoré Gabriel de Mirabeau, the representative of the Provence province, was 40-years-old. While a nobleman, he would attend the Estates-General as a commoner representative.
Oscar:	Even a libertine who enjoys wine and women and is riddled with debt could achieve success.
André:	As a commoner representative.
# A splendid procession of 2,000 men drew closer towards the Saint-Louis Cathedral.
< p.47 >
Louis Joseph:	[ huff huff ... ]
Mme. de Lamballe:	Prince Louis Joseph?
Servant:	Your highness?
Louis Joseph:	[ huff huff ... ]   It hurts ...
Courtiers:	Something is wrong!   Call the doctor! Prince Louis Joseph! Your Highness! We must return to Meudon Castle! Quick, get us a carriage!
< p.48 >
Louis Joseph:	Adieu, my beloved Versailles!   Adieu ... To the Fountain of Apollo, Fountain of Neptune, and Petit Trianon! To the tender lullaby that once nurtured me ... For I can no longer return to you!

< p.49 >
Louis Joseph:	Oh ... !   Adieu, my beloved Versailles! My dearest Palace Guard regiment leader, I shall miss you!
# The long-awaited Estates-General would open tomorrow.
< p.50 >
# May 5, 1789. The opening ceremony of the Estates-General took place in the grand chamber of the Hotel de la Monnaie.
Antoinette:	Has the messenger from Meudon Castle arrived yet? The Prince ... how is Joseph feeling?
< p.51 >
Maid:	The opening ceremony is starting, Your Majesty. Please do not think about the Prince now. The responsibilities of the Queen of France await you.
< p.52 >
Announcer:	Here comes the King!
Crowd:	[ Applause ] Long live the King!   Vive la France! Long live the King!   Vive la France!   Long live the King!
Announcer:	Here comes the Queen!
< p.53 >
[ An eerie silence ]
Antoinette:	{{ Not even a peep from the nobility deputies ... No one cheered or stood up in respect for Marie Antoinette. }}
< p.54 >
# In the deadpan silence, Antoinette suddenly realized that it was not the King or the Royal Family who was the target of the people's animosity and rebuke; rather, it was she, Queen Marie Antoinette. The battle had only begun.
< p.55 >
# It would be too late for Antoinette to escape. The true battle of her life, the battle in which she would fight dearly for her survival, was about to begin.
Antoinette:	{{ Mother, please protect me.   Oh the Great Maria Theresa ... }}
# The Estates-General opened to virulent exchanges between the Clergy and Nobility side and the Commons side.
[ Outside the Hotel de la Monnaie ]
Lasalle:	Robespierre the Arras deputy gave his first speech today! Oh, and how was Mirabeau?
François:	Yo, old man, you'll have to pay me 10 sous for the news!
< p.56 >
Oscar:	Hey, what are you yapping about? Don't leave your post without my permission! By the way, how was Mirabeau's speech?
François:	Ah ... it was the most impressive of all, as dynamic as the thunder.
Oscar:	Oh?   For now, stay on full alert during the changing of guards.
Lasalle and Jules:	Hmpf!   You bastard! So you would only tell the Commander! Objection!   No prejudice based on title!
Oscar:	{{ I'm so tired.   I haven't had a day of rest for nearly a month now. }}
< p.57 >
[ At Meudon Castle ]
Antoinette:	Joseph!
Joseph:	[ Ah ... ]
< p.58 >
Louis Joseph:	[ Ah ... ]   Father ... Mother ...
Antoinette:	Joseph ...
Louis Joseph:	Oh, you've come even though you're so busy ... everyday ... Sorry.
Antoinette:	My dear Joseph ... oh, don't look at me like that.
Louis Joseph:	Is the Estates-General still a mess? I heard that the deputies still couldn't discuss things in peace..
Antoinette:	Joseph, you don't have to worry about these things. Have you eaten all of your soup this morning?
Louis Joseph:	{{ Mother ... you were so beautiful during the procession ... }}

< p.59 >
Louis Joseph:	{{ Oh, I just want to return to Versailles one more time. }}
Louis XVI:	Joseph!
Antoinette:	Joseph!   Hang on!   Don't leave me alone!   Oh God!
# June 2, 10 p.m. Sounds of solemn bells streamed from the Notre Dame Cathedral. A 40-hour prayer had been ordered in light of Prince Louis Joseph's precarious health.
< p.60 >
Oscar:	André ... I want so much to go to Meudon. Oh, how I wish I could fly there now. That small and feeble body is fighting for his life all alone. I want so much to stay by his bedside, to watch over him in my full armor..
< p.61 >
Oscar:	{{ Oh God, please don't take him away! This beautiful boy is destined to be the future king, and he's not even eight-years-old! }}
Courtier:	Your Majesty!   Please rest for a while.   Your body simply can't take it much longer.
Antoinette:	Please, let me stay here.   Let me stay by my son's bedside!
Louis Joseph:	Mo- ... ther ... Maman ... la Reine ...
Antoinette:	Oh my dear Joseph!   I'm here, Joseph!
Louis Joseph:	[ huff ... huff ... ]   Where ... is ... Father?
< p.62 >
Antoinette:	Ah ... your father can't come because he is busy attending the Estates-General at Versailles.
Louis Joseph:	Oh.
Antoinette:	Does it hurt, Joseph? Oh, if only I could share your pains ...
Louis Joseph:	Mo- ... ther- ... I'm so sorry ... about ... not getting well ... My dear sister, Marie Thérèse ... Louis Charles ... So sorry ... I've always been ... the center of Father and Mother's attention. [ huff ... ]
< p.63 >
# For an instant, the Prince's eyes were sparkling with lights from a distance, as if trying to recapture those days from the past.
< p.64 >
Louis Joseph:	My dear ...
# June 4, 1 a.m.
< p.65 >
# Louis Joseph Xavier, the First Dauphin, was summoned by God at such a tender age, for being far too charming and bright. His brief, sad life lasted a mere seven years and eight months.
Antoinette:	[ Aaarrrggghhh .... ! ] Joseph!   Oh Joseph!   My dearest Joseph!
< p.66 >
Antoinette:	Are you leaving me behind? I haven't remembered your ... your ...
Courtier:	Your Majesty, it's time to leave for Versailles.
Antoinette:	Your soft golden curls ... your cheeks ... your tiny lips ... I haven't remembered your looks at all!   Nothing at all!
Courtier:	Your Majesty.
Antoinette:	And you're just going to leave me ... leave me all alone! Ohhh .... leaving me all by myself!
< p.67 >
Antoinette:	Joseph ... Joseph ... Joseph ...
[ On the plains ]
[ tah dah tah dah (galloping) ... ]
< p.68 >
Oscar:	{{ Has he left already?   All by himself ... Your France is... [ whoosh whoosh ... ] Your France is about to enter a new age, yet you are leaving without seeing any of this! }}

< p.69 >
Oscar:	[ pound pound ... ] {{ Your highness ... oh Louis Joseph, my dear Prince! }}
< p.70 >
Antoinette:	What!?
Courtier:	There will not be enough money to cover Prince Louis Joseph's funeral. I'm afraid it is not in the Treasury's budget.
Antoinette:	Are you saying that we just don't have the money ... to pay for the Crown Prince's funeral?
< p.71 >
Louis XVI:	Well, then there's nothing we could do, except to sell off all the silverware and candle holders in the Palace.
Courtier:	I see.   That shall be done.
Antoinette:	{{ No money ... ! }}
< p.72 >
Antoinette:	{{ How could this be?   How could there be no money for a Prince's funeral? I can't believe this!   How could the King and Queen not have any money? Is this too much of a luxury to ask? Why, I've always had all the luxuries I wanted till now: Mme. Bertin's dresses, sponsorship of Mme. Polignac, Petit Trianon ... }}
< p.73 >
Antoinette:	{{ Ballroom dances, opera halls, diamonds and accessories ... horse racing and gambling ... everything all I wanted! }}
< p.74 >
Antoinette:	{{ Then ... then perhaps all I had done had slowly drained away the money ... Perhaps it simply can't go on any longer ... Perhaps it is all too late ... }}
# With the death of the Louis Joseph, the First Dauphin, Louis Charles, the Second Dauphin, was granted the title of Crown Prince. Louis Charles Capet, Duke of Normandy, was four-years-old.
< p.75 >
Armand:	You're looking a bit peaked. Uh, what happened?   Your ivory skin seems to have lost its luster today. Why is it so dull ...
[ Bang! ]
Armand:	What in the world!?
Granny:	How dare you insult my Lady Oscar! You stupid painter!
< p.76 >
Armand:	Stu- stu- stupid painter!? I'm a fine artist! How dare you!   You stinky hag!
Granny:	What did you call me?   You near-sighted hog! I'll rip your old eyes out!
[ An embarassing silence ]
Oscar:	Robespierre just gave his first speech at the Estates-General.
< p.77 >
Armand:	Robespierre?   Now he is still a nobody, but soon he'll become even more famous than Count Mirabeau. Here is a man who thinks only of the impoverished people and donates his money to cover lawyer's fees rather than take from the poor. Surely he will be a fair judge.
# At the Estates-General, the three estates -- Clergy, Nobility, and Commons -- had not been sequestered into separate chambers for the main discussion.   Therefore, the talks had reached the point where antagonism among the estates overshadowed any hopes of consensus.
< p.78 >
Robespierre:	Gentlemen!   As commoner representatives, we speak for 96% of France's population. Thus, we are the true representatives of the French people. To those of you who represent the Clergy and Nobility -- Join us!   Voice your support!
[ Whispering in the audience ]
Mirabeau:	Who is that lively man?
Man:	It's Deputy Robespierre from the Artois province. I heard he is quite clever.
Mirabeau:	{{ Hmm, he's still quite young.   And his speech doesn't move the crowd. Still, he's awfully sharp. }}

< p.79 >
Mirabeau:	I second Deputy Robespierre's proposal!
Crowd:	Count Mirabeau agreed! Okay, then I'll support Robespierre too! Me too! No dissenting opinion!
Robespierre:	{{ The clergy and nobility deputies have joined us, the commoner deputies. They have voiced their support! }}
< p.80 >
[ skip skip ]
Courtier:	Where are you going, Your Majesty?
Louis XVI:	Uh ... to the workshop ... I still haven't finished a piece of my iron accessories. Monsieur Gaman is also waiting for me ...
Courtier:	[ Wwwwhat! ]   You must be kidding!   Don't tell me you're about to make padlocks!
Louis XVI:	But Monsieur Gaman is ...
Courtier:	How could you be thinking of this! The monarchy is in danger! The other estates have rallied to the Commons' calls! 100 clergy deputies have already sided with the commoners!
< p.81 >
Courtier:	What do you make of this, Your Majesty? Having an assembly at consensus is in no way a joyful sight. You must summon the troops and use force to dissolve the Estates-General!
[ At the Jarjayes house ]
Oscar:	Although our regiment sorely needs a vacation, it seems like we won't get any soon. I just got an order to increase all of the security surrounding the assembly hall. I'm so ... tired.
< p.82 >
André:	Oh yeah.   Even among the nobles the clique led by Marquis de La Fayette and Duke Orleans has sided with the commoners.
Oscar:	[ Zzzzz ... ]
André:	{{ Poor thing ... you must be so tired. Why must a woman push herself like that? }}
< p.83 >
Oscar:	André ... I won't marry anyone ... for the rest of my life.
< p.84 >
< p.85 >
# June 17. The Commons, with support from some of the Clergy and Nobility, voted to establish an independent body called the "National Assembly."
Crowd:	National Assembly!   [ Yay yay! ]
# It was a glorious name for representing the 96% of France's population.
Oscar:	Listen, don't let anyone into the the assembly hall! The crowd is already in a state of commotion. There's bound to be mayhem if anyone gets in.
< p.86 >
Crowd:	Cheers for the National Assembly!   Cheeeers for the National Assembly!
Oscar:	André, that's ... a woman!   That's got to be a cross-dressing woman! She's incredibly beautiful.
André:	But not as beautiful as you!
< p.87 >
Oscar:	Ugh, I'm soaked to the skin. This awful weather will stick around for a while. Maybe it would be a bad harvest for the villages this year. Oh, see you later, Colonel Dagout.   I'm going back to my office.
Oscar:	[ wahhh! ] [ slam! ]

< p.88 >
Oscar:	How rude!
Dagout:	Uh, is there something wrong with the Commander's office?   Commander?
Oscar:	[ thumping heart ] {{ Oh, the sight of his chest ... Why, till now I've always looked at him calmly. Yet ... the sight of his chest ... }}
< p.89 >
[ At General Bouillé's office ]
Oscar:	What!?   Why that many people?
Bouillé:	The entrance to the assembly hall is to be locked immediately. It's an order from the King, Brigadier Jarjayes.
Oscar:	But then the deputies won't be able to enter the assembly hall!
Bouillé:	That's fine.   Do whatever it is you need to do, as long as you stop these scheming commoner deputies from entering. That's the King's order.
< p.90 >
Oscar:	But they are ... the deputies are ... elected into office by the French people. They are the true symbol of the people! They simply won't tolerate such humiliation! My French Guard regiment will not detain these deputies based on class. Rather, we will switch more soldiers to guarding their safety.
Bouillé:	Why, aren't you rather bold for saying such things. Perhaps you have forgotten your own class, Brigadier Jarjayes. You're dismissed until further notice.   Don't forget the King's order!
Oscar:	General Bouillé!
< p.91 >
André:	Oscar ...
Oscar:	That son of a bitch!   [ kick! ] [ pound! ]   How am I supposed to order my men to do this? Son of a bitch ...
< p.92 >
[ hammer hammer ... ]
Crowd:	Look!   The troops have blocked the entrance to the assembly hall! The deputies won't be able to get in! Hey, are you trying to shut out our representatives? Open the doors, French Guards! The commoner deputies represent you as well. Don't you care at all? Aren't you ashamed, French Guards? You're sullying your representatives with you own hands!
< p.93 >
Crowd:	Stop it, soldiers!   Open the doors!
François:	[ clunk! ]   Arghh!
Oscar:	{{ Oh I feel miserable! I've disgraced the representatives chosen by the people ... totally disgraced them! I feel so miserable! }}
< p.94 >
# In the morning of June 20.
Representatives:	What!? Look, the entrance is ... The assembly hall has been locked!
< p.95 >
Representatives:	What kind of cruel joke is this? What should we do? How are we supposed to get in? It must be the nobles' dirty tricks! Bastards!
Robespierre:	{{ In our poverty we managed to rent carriages and take loans, become representatives and travel afar to Versailles -- all for the sake of our people. Yet ...   How am I ... how are we ... }}
Representative:	Well, there's nothing we could do. Why don't we go to Jeu de Paume? It's large enough to fit all of us.
Robespierre:	Jeu de Paume?
# Jeu de Paume: Originally, the term means "playing with free hand."   In an indoor game, the players hit the ball back and forth with their free hands.   In competitions, however, rackets were soon adopted as the standard.   As a precursor to tennis, the game was very popular during the times, with courts and professional players all over Europe.

< p.96 >
Representatives:	Hurry, let's go! Let's meet at Jeu de Paume, fellows! We won't yield to the detestful nobles!
[ At the Jeu de Paume ]
Bailly:	Gentlemen!   You must have seen how they chased us out of the assembly hall! That's the true motive of the King and the nobles.
< p.97 >
Bailly:	They have dishonored us, the rightful representatives chosen by the people. Yet, no matter how they try, they will never be able to dissolve the National Assembly. Never dissolve the National Assembly, I say! For the sake of our people, we will not be defeated! My fellow countrymen, place your hand over your heart and pledge! We shall stay as one group forever! We will never be defeated!
< p.98 >
Bailly and representatives:	We will not separate until the constitution is established! To this goal we pledge our lives!
Crowd:	Did you see it?   Did you see it? Hey, stop pushing!   Stop it! Hah, they did it!   Cheers for the National Assembly!
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# The Oath of Jeu de Paume expressed the people's deep gratitude and firm resolve. It was also known as the Tennis Court Oath.
# Here, the formerly unacquainted commoners united as one force and embraced their fellow deputies.   They had sworn to fight for the people forever.
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Oscar:	{{ I don't understand.   How could their hearts be burning so passionately? Their wills burning so fiercely despite the numerous obstacles?   How? They are the least powerful class, yet ... }}
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Oscar:	Ah, you're an artillery officer. Kindly tell me your name and title.
Napoleon:	Napoleon Bonaparte.   Second Lieutenant, from La Fère's artillery regiment.
Oscar:	Napoleon Bonaparte ... La Fère's artillery regiment should be stationed in Alsace now.
Bonaparte:	[ Hmm ... ]
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André:	Oscar?   Oscar!   What's wrong, Oscar?
Oscar:	Napoleon Bonaparte ... did you see those eyes?
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Oscar:	Those eyes seem to freeze one's body from the inside out. They are the eyes of an eagle!   The eyes of an emperor! Napoleon Bonaparte ... I shall remember this name.
# Napoleon, the hero who would later reign as the Emperor of France, was barely 20-years-old.

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