e, thin and hunched figure, always wearing a shy smile on his face, unfortunately died in the March massacre in Machecoul this year. The rebellious peasants who resisted conscription applied the punishment of impalement and brutally dismembered him.
"Every time I think of patriots like Sacha, suffered such a tragic fate, the blood in my veins burns with rage!"
Philippe paced back and forth in the living room.
"These ignorant and superstitious stupid peasants! They are not willing to fight for the Republic, for their own liberty, yet very willing to die for the noble lords!" He viciously swung his fist down.
"Perhaps the revolution did not make people understand it." Margot in the armchair spoke in a soft tone.
"As the poor, they actually stood on the side of the counter-revolutionaries! How ridiculous! However, these rebels won''t be rampant for long!" Philippe gnashed his teeth in response.
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In the room, Andre bid farewell to Edith, embracing her tightly and saying,"Forgive me, my love. How I hate to leave you! But the committee''s orders are absolute."
"Why not let me go together with you, Andre?" Edith looked up at him, her eyes pleading.
He shook his head solemnly."Vendée is in unrest. I cannot put you in danger."
"You''ve seen my courage! Whatever you can face, I can face it too!" Edith retorted loudly.
"After we get in Vendée, there are no carriages, Edith. We have to ride on horses through maze-like forests and ravines. Rebel guerrillas could snipe at any moment."
"I''ve ridden horses before in the countryside! I can jump over fences nearly one meter high! I fear nothing!" Edith said with pride.
Andre hesitated for a moment and nodded."Very well."
He took out a dagger and a small pistol from the drawer and handed them to Edith.
"Then keep these two things with you at all the time. Can I trust you to protect yourself, Edith?" He gazed at her seriously.
"Of course." The young girl smiled proudly.
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In the forest of Vendée, the leaves have already fallen, baring the naked branches, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and foreboding.
Edith rode her horse with body st