Post by LADY HELENE DE ROCHAMBEAU on Sept 14, 2015 18:36:03 GMT
I Will run to You
HENRI ROQUEFEUIL-BLANQUEFORT
HENRI ROQUEFEUIL-BLANQUEFORT
God give me courage...
Patiently Helene sat at her desk, the light from her candle flickered as she hurriedly scribbled out a note on the parchment before her. She didn't have much time. She could hear the hurried footsteps of the servants below her as they packed the carriage which was waiting for them to leave. She and her father had been under the watchful eye of the notorious Gabrielle Damiens for a while now. It was almost as if Paris had forgotten their little village. Things may have been on the change for Parisian Aristocrats, but here things were very different and her father was certain it wouldn't be long before the rest of France met the same downfall they were.
She finished her last sentence as the heavy footsteps of her father greeted her on the stairs...'Helene' he shouted as she quickly scanned her letter...
My Dearest Henri,
I do not have much time to explain what has happened, but you must know that threats have been made against myself and my father and it is no longer safe here. How I wish I could have left with you before all of this began! We are to go to England where it is safe, but you must know I will return to you. Nothing will keep me away for long, not even the ocean. As I write this to you the servants are hurrying me to leave and I cannot bear it! I can't bear the thought of not seeing your face and I fear I might well fade away with the sorrow! Please do not forget me and know this. I will find you...for I know our mission is one of Liberty and when we find her we can finally be happy.
Forever Yours,
Helene
As quickly as she could Helene placed the precious note into an envelope, sealing it with a kiss, she slipped it into the folds of her dress. 'I'm coming!' She cried, blowing the candle out. She took one last look at her room before leaving it forever. As she left the building Helene slipped the servant Marie her note, giving her a pointed look. She knew Marie would get the letter where it needed to go, she was her most trusted friend. Marie squeezed her hand and Helene flashed her a sad smile. Things would never be the same again.
The priest father Gabriel had chosen to accompany them on their journey and as the carriage pulled out of the gates Helene felt a sudden chill fall upon her. She couldn't do it. She couldn't sit and let the carriage take her further and further away from her love. She belonged here and as much as she loved her father she knew she couldn't abide to his wishes and travel to England.
By the time the carriage had journeyed a mile down the road, Helene had become quite unwell. The sweat glistened upon her ashen face and the pace of the carriage made her feel quite nauseous. 'I can't do it father' she cried, her heart fluttered beneath her chest erratically as she placed her forehead against the cool glass window. The next few words that passed between her father and the priest brushed over Helene in a haze.
The convent...'Yes the convent father...I will be save there' Helene pleaded, until finally he uttered the blessed order...to make for the convent. The journey passed in a haze and before she knew it she was being helped into the arms of the mother superior. 'I love you father.' Helene uttered, 'Do not worry I will be safe here' she cried as she entered the sanctuary of the convent.
The days came and went. The fever that had come so suddenly, lifted and Helene found herself pacing the corridors of the convent. She couldn't stay here. She had to get to Henri. He would think she was in England. He would think she was far away from him, when really she couldn't be closer to him. She had a choice. To travel to England and put France behind her...or to go to her love and really commit herself to the cause. She did not need to think about which one to choose. It had always been Henri.
She waited until nightfall and when all the nuns were sleeping, she slipped from her bed and left the cold stone walls of the convent behind her. She was lucky...the night was warm and the moon lit her path. It was five miles home, but she could barely keep herself from running the journey. Nothing would stop her. She was finally going to be by his side.
As the sun began to rise, Helene found herself at the edge of the forest. She took a deep breath, taking in the fresh crisp air of the day. Her body was still tired from her illness, but she was strong willed and so she pushed on through the woods to were she knew the the camp lay. I'm nearly there Henri...
Mud was spattered up her dress and her face tear-stained for the loss of her father. She was not as naive as some people thought, she knew it was unlikely she'd see him again. She wasn't travelling to England and he would not be able to return to France.
With a cry she burst out of the undergrowth onto the tents of the camp. 'Henri!' She cried out to the camp, which was just beginning to stir in the early morning light.
She finished her last sentence as the heavy footsteps of her father greeted her on the stairs...'Helene' he shouted as she quickly scanned her letter...
My Dearest Henri,
I do not have much time to explain what has happened, but you must know that threats have been made against myself and my father and it is no longer safe here. How I wish I could have left with you before all of this began! We are to go to England where it is safe, but you must know I will return to you. Nothing will keep me away for long, not even the ocean. As I write this to you the servants are hurrying me to leave and I cannot bear it! I can't bear the thought of not seeing your face and I fear I might well fade away with the sorrow! Please do not forget me and know this. I will find you...for I know our mission is one of Liberty and when we find her we can finally be happy.
Forever Yours,
Helene
As quickly as she could Helene placed the precious note into an envelope, sealing it with a kiss, she slipped it into the folds of her dress. 'I'm coming!' She cried, blowing the candle out. She took one last look at her room before leaving it forever. As she left the building Helene slipped the servant Marie her note, giving her a pointed look. She knew Marie would get the letter where it needed to go, she was her most trusted friend. Marie squeezed her hand and Helene flashed her a sad smile. Things would never be the same again.
The priest father Gabriel had chosen to accompany them on their journey and as the carriage pulled out of the gates Helene felt a sudden chill fall upon her. She couldn't do it. She couldn't sit and let the carriage take her further and further away from her love. She belonged here and as much as she loved her father she knew she couldn't abide to his wishes and travel to England.
By the time the carriage had journeyed a mile down the road, Helene had become quite unwell. The sweat glistened upon her ashen face and the pace of the carriage made her feel quite nauseous. 'I can't do it father' she cried, her heart fluttered beneath her chest erratically as she placed her forehead against the cool glass window. The next few words that passed between her father and the priest brushed over Helene in a haze.
The convent...'Yes the convent father...I will be save there' Helene pleaded, until finally he uttered the blessed order...to make for the convent. The journey passed in a haze and before she knew it she was being helped into the arms of the mother superior. 'I love you father.' Helene uttered, 'Do not worry I will be safe here' she cried as she entered the sanctuary of the convent.
The days came and went. The fever that had come so suddenly, lifted and Helene found herself pacing the corridors of the convent. She couldn't stay here. She had to get to Henri. He would think she was in England. He would think she was far away from him, when really she couldn't be closer to him. She had a choice. To travel to England and put France behind her...or to go to her love and really commit herself to the cause. She did not need to think about which one to choose. It had always been Henri.
She waited until nightfall and when all the nuns were sleeping, she slipped from her bed and left the cold stone walls of the convent behind her. She was lucky...the night was warm and the moon lit her path. It was five miles home, but she could barely keep herself from running the journey. Nothing would stop her. She was finally going to be by his side.
As the sun began to rise, Helene found herself at the edge of the forest. She took a deep breath, taking in the fresh crisp air of the day. Her body was still tired from her illness, but she was strong willed and so she pushed on through the woods to were she knew the the camp lay. I'm nearly there Henri...
Mud was spattered up her dress and her face tear-stained for the loss of her father. She was not as naive as some people thought, she knew it was unlikely she'd see him again. She wasn't travelling to England and he would not be able to return to France.
With a cry she burst out of the undergrowth onto the tents of the camp. 'Henri!' She cried out to the camp, which was just beginning to stir in the early morning light.