Post by Lady B on Oct 3, 2011 1:45:41 GMT -5
A chance.
A chance in Hell that could mean advancement or shame. Already he'd crossed the boundry, to follow or escort or whatever you may wish to call it, his protege to the turmoiled British Colonies. Madness and suicide one may think. Others in the French Aristocracy most likely would be utterly infuriated at this move, seeing it as a blind fools errand that will drag all of France into a war that was not theirs.
Utter stupidity and nonsense! What the hell was he thinking? Both of them actually. LaFayette being so young and impressionable, it was like dealing with a wild young colt who simply would not listen.
It troubled him so. To leave home. To leave his beloved family behind. His darling children - Frederic, whom was growing into an impressionable young military man. His darling girl, Anne-Marie, whom he'd swear was the spitting image of her mother. And of course the cute, youngest son, Elie. An imaginative young boy filled with boundless curiosity and energy. And then... there was his beautiful Wife. Ahhh, his beloved Anna Elisabeth. Oh, how he adored her so. Of course, having put up with him during his mentoring of the young Marquis. Among other tribulations, including his previous excursion to the British Colonies that nearly did not end well. Lucky for him, he had an astute mind and memory. That clarity saved him for the noose, and allowed him to return to France to report to his superiors and better yet, return to his Wife and their young children.
The children were not so fragile now. Bold in spirit. All three of them. Rightly so, well, look at their parents.
Such thoughts brought a smile to his face. Yes, he was very proud of them all. He aspired and achieved his dreams. What a blessed reality it was.
The vessel lay in wait. Bobbing with the roll of the waves in port.
Where the devil was LaFayette?
The children had been left with her family. She found it difficult to watch her Husband go. Though it was his hope to rise in rank higher than a Brigadier-General. Remaining behind was becoming far too painful. Who cared if he asked of her an important task. No. No, she simply could not just sit idly by at home in Milon la Chappelle, be his messanger to the Broglies and other superiors of her Husband. She craved being with him. Being a part was just too much for her to handle.
She'd made her decision now. She was going to join him.