And doing another one:

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June 1789:

To say that Oscar Francois de Jarjayes was angry at
the moment would be an understatement.

"I'm going to do WHAT!?"

The fact that she

a she with the name Oscar? How blech. :)

accent. Her coiffured hair seemed to change color from brown
to black to a strange greenish tint as the sunlight played
around her head. Her eyes had a distinct reddish tint.
Obviously the results of inbreeding,

Heh

Oscar snidely thought

to herself. The woman had presented herself as the Countess
of Monte Cristo,

Had a Monte Cristo the other day. Was quite good. I'd have them more often,
but resteraunts rarley offer them.

 wherever that was, and then gave Oscar the

order that she should have her bags packed and be ready to
leave France for England in two days.

Her silent companion was a tall Englishman dressed
foppishly in the current fashion of the court.

You mean he has a sombraro and is wearing ice skates?

"And why should I do that?!"

The dandy was the one who answered. His French had
that drawling quality that the English could only put into
her mother tongue. It was irritating as hell.

Heh. She sounds French, all right.

"Secret missives such as this must be protected in
several ways. Let us just say that the Countess has several
trick

tricks

"Secrecy, mademoiselle," said Sir Percy with that
horrible drawl of his. "His Majesty...or rather some of his
advisors feel that there is a need for your service
overseas." Seeing Oscar grimace, the Countess interjected.
"Not as a spy, of course. The King would not ask that of
you. You would be going there to assist Sir Percy."

and spy," the Countess finished.

"Assist this Englishman?! He cannot even speak French
properly!"

The Countess smiled in response and continued. "Which
is one of the reasons why the King is sending you to help
him. There is trouble on the horizon and His Majesty needs
someone he can trust by the side of Sir Percy.

Countess; Since it is risky and he dislikes you the most, you were chosen.

"I believe you are were

where

 you need to be."

Oscar could only get out of the carriage. The
Countess' voice had a strange power that compelled her
obedience

It's that Dune thing. :)

"Alas, I cannot but help irritate women such as young
Jarjayes. They remind me of you when we were younger."

The Countess of Monte Cristo gave Sir Percy Blakeney a
stare that would have made a lesser man soil his trousers.

But since Percy was already a walking asshole, he could make it come out
from somewhere else. ^_^

"Then that means I am not a good man then." Sir Percy
asked with an arched eyebrow.

Pluto: No shit.

"What a terrible mess we have managed to make of
Europe, sister."

Nah. Europeans do it to themselves out of habit. :)

"Yes. Are you are acquainted with one of our agents in
Corsica by the name of Carlo Buonoparte? You have met his
young son here in Paris, I believe.

"Napoleon? Why, yes."

A Cheshire smile graced the Countess' face as she
regarded her companion, a twinkle in her eyes as she started
to explain.

"Good. You see, I have a plan..."

Heh. And what a plan it is. :)

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Author's Afterword

I always had conflicting emotions about the ending of Rose
of Versailles.

Never saw it, though I have heard the name.

I mean ... it was tragic and all. But, I want

more escapism than realism at times,

Something many undergo. Sometimes it's a balance between the two.

Nice work once again. Not many errors that I could see. Prose flowed well,
and was very minimal, as most of the vignettes are.

D.B. Sommer



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