, "You idiot! Brute! You''ve played hero, feasted in jail, contented yourself! It could have passed just with me taking a beating still, but now we two must endure four months of helpless tough days!"
Father showed no anger, only lifting his weary, bloodshot eyes to cast a deep glance towards his daughter. She felt that in that gaze, Father said something, but she couldn''t understand the meaning he wanted to convey.
The following year, Father disappointed them once again. He donned the red cap of regicides and joined the ranks of wicked bandits.
The sight of the Jacobin''s man-eating red cap sent shivers down Fiona''s spine. □□s told her it was exactly those wearing the red caps who had destroyed their homeland, leaving her to fall into the boundless snow, cold and hungry.
But somehow, that red cap gradually transformed into a fiery red dress: she rested her head on the fairy''s red skirt, and her body warmed up as if by a hearth, while her heart gradually found peace.
"Edith, Edith..." Fiona''s tender little mouth, like rose petals, smiled and murmured in her dreams.
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"Edith! Leave me be. Go back inside," Citizeness Desmoulins shook her head resolutely at her young friend.
The militiamen barged into the Desmoulins'' house to arrest Lucile, just days after Danton and his companions had been thrown into the Conciergerie.
This lion-hearted revolutionary, as he had envisioned, won thunderous applause of the masses before the Tribunal with his grand eloquence and charisma. However, just as perceptive Lucile had feared, it only heightened the panic among those determined to bring him to his demise. Now, they were finally resorting to whatever means to eliminate these audacious advocates of clemency, even wielding the knife against the innocent and beautiful Madame Desmoulins.
"Why seize Lucile? What has she done wrong?!" Edith''s anger still raged, attempting to obstruct the soldier who held Lucile''s arm in a vice-like grip.
"Let her go!" Louise Danton''s petite hands incessantly twisted the scarf around her chest, yet her feeble voice commanded without a hint of tremor.
However, that big soldier impatiently flung Edith to the ground and shoved L