“It is only a matter of time,” von
Fersen said. His emotion brought a flush to his cheeks that made Magnus’s heart flutter a bit. “They are prisoners. Kings and queens who are imprisoned are generally not freed to rule again. No . . . no. It is only a matter of time before the situation grows very dire. It is already intolerable, the conditions under which they are forced to live. The palace is dirty. The servants are cruel and mocking. Every day their possessions and natural entitlements are diminished.
I am certain . . . I am quite, quite certain . . . if they are not freed, they shall not live. And I cannot live with that knowledge. When they were dragged from Versailles, I sold everything and followed them to Paris. I will follow them anywhere.”
“What is it you want me to do?”
Magnus said.
“I am told you can alter a person’s appearance through . . . some kind of . . . marvel.”
Magnus was happy to accept
“Whatever price you wish, it shall be paid. The royal family of Sweden will also be informed of your great service.”
“With all due respect, monsieur,”
Magnus said, “I do not live in Sweden. I live here. And if I do this . . .”
“If you do this, you do the greatest service to France. And when the family is restored to their proper place, you will be honored as a great hero.”
Again, this made little difference. But what did make a difference was von
Fersen himself. It was the blue eyes and the dark hair and the passion and the obvious courage. It was the way he stood, tall and strong . . .
“Monsieur, will you stand with us?
Do we have your word, monsieur?”
It was also a very bad idea.
It was a terrible idea.
It was the worst idea he had ever heard.
It was irresistible.
“Your word, monsieur,” Axel said again.
“You have it,” Magnus said.
“Then I will come again tomorrow night and lay the plan out in front of you,” von Fersen said. “I will show you what must happen.”
“I insist we dine together,” Magnus said. “If we are to undertake this great adventure together.”
There was a momentary pause, and then Axel gave a sharp nod.
“Yes,” he said. “Yes. I agree. We will dine together.”
When von Fersen left, Magnus looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, looking for signs of madness. The actual magic involved was very simple. He could easily get himself in and out of the palace and cast a simple glamour. No one would ever know.
He shook his head. This was Paris.
Everyone knew everything, somehow.
He took a long sip of the now warm violet champagne and swished it round his mouth. Any logical doubts he had were drowned out by the beating of his heart. It had been so long since he’d felt the rush. In his mind now there was only von Fersen.
The next night, Magnus had dinner brought in, courtesy of the chef at the
Hotel de Soubise. Magnus’s friends permitted his use of the kitchen staff and their excellent foodstuffs when he needed to set an especially fine table.
Tonight he had a delicate pigeon bisque, turbot, Rouen duckling with orange, spit-
roasted veal, green beans au jus, artichokes, and a table full of cream puffs, fruit, and tiny cakes. The meal was simple enough to arrange—getting dressed, however, was not. Absolutely nothing was right. He needed something that was flirtatious and fetching, yet businesslike and serious. And at first it seemed that the lemon- yellow coat and breeches with the purple waistcoat fit the bill precisely, but these were discarded for the lime- green waistcoat, and then the violet breeches. He settled on an entire ensemble in a simple cerulean blue, but not before he had emptied out the entire contents of his wardrobe.
Waiting was a delicious agony.
Magnus could only pace, looking out the window, waiting for von Fersen’s carriage to appear. He made countless trips to the mirror, and then to the table
Claude and Marie had so carefully laid before he’d sent them away for the evening. Axel had insisted on privacy, and Magnus was happy to oblige.
At precisely eight o’clock a carriage stopped in front of Magnus’s door, and out he stepped. Axel. He even looked up, as if he knew that Magnus would be looking down, waiting for him. He smiled a greeting, and Magnus felt a pleasant kind of sickness, a panic. . . .
He hurried down the steps to admit
Axel himself.
“I’ve dismissed my staff for the evening, as you asked,” he said, trying to regain his composure. “Do come in. Our dinner is ready for us. You’ll excuse the informality of my service.”
“Of course, monsieur,” Axel said.
But Axel did not linger over his food, or allow himself the pleasures of sipping his wine and taking in Magnus’s charms.
He launched right into the business at hand. He even had maps, which he unrolled on the sofa.
“The escape plan has been developed over several months,” he said, picking an artichoke from a silver dish. “By me, some friends of the cause, and the queen herself.”
“And the king?” Magnus asked.
“His Majesty has . . . removed himself from the situation somewhat. He is very despondent over the state of things. Her
Majesty has assumed much responsibility.”
“You seem to be very . . . fond of Her
Majesty,” Magnus noted carefully.
“She is to be admired,” Axel said, dabbing at his lips with his napkin.
“And clearly she trusts you. You must be very close.”
“She has graciously allowed me into her confidence.”
Magnus could read between the lines.
Axel didn’t kiss and tell, which made him only more attractive.
“The escape is to be made on
Sunday,” Alex went on. “The plan is simple, but exacting. We have arranged it so the guards have seen certain people leaving by certain exits at certain times.
On the night of the escape, we will substitute the family for these people.
The children will be woken at ten thirty.
The dauphin will be dressed as a young girl. He and his sister will be removed from the palace by the royal governess, the Marquise de Tourzel, and will walk to meet me at the Grand Carrousel. I will be driving the traveling carriage. We will then wait for Madame Elisabeth, sister of the king. She shall leave by the same door as the children. When His
Majesty finishes his
Coigny. Her Majesty . . . will escape last.”
“Marie Antoinette will leave
“It was her decision,” von Fersen said quickly. “She is extremely courageous.
She demands to go last. If the others are discovered missing, she wishes to sacrifice herself in order to aid their escape.”
There was that frisson of passion in his voice again. But this time when he looked at Magnus, his gaze
