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And presto, he turns early to hear vaguely Ranian say something before seeing it go to the office of the emperor, ie? In the opposite direction to that taken by Louis, who goes to the kitchen.

The snacks in the evening Luisa is like a pendulum , set as a Swiss cuckoo clock early , and knowing the paternal instinct of the emperor, he looks for a meal head to head father and daughter in the kitchen deserted. Coughing , he approached , and a new explosion mouth him out , he did not worry at all , since he knows the palace as his pocket , basements and discreet overtures made by some servants not a lot of fun safety He knows where he can get out of the kitchen , the whole being to get there.

But this time it is not his, he is approaching , always in the direction of the kitchens. Only hope that it is not that he thinks it is. Violante, we must go. That were the only words Eriti said after greeted Giada. She held the hand of the other woman accompanied her to the exit. After a while she started to cough due the smoke. Looking around she noticed a pot on a table along the corridor.

She stopped and get close it. She removed the flowers from the pot and, taking the handkerchief in the pocket, wet it. She turned back to Violante and cut in two the handkerchief with the knife in her bag. Put it above the mouth and nose, and breath through it.

It will help you to don't breath too much smoke. Then she put the other piece on her mouth and nose, and continued to the exit with Violante at her side. We all live in a house of fire. Quel rogo sembrava non finire mai. Il soldato aveva un brutto presentimento, ma sperava che tutti uscissero salvi. Where should I go? That fire seemed to never end. The soldier had a bad feeling about this, but he hoped that all come out safe. Il ne répondit que par un hochement de tête affirmatif car il n'était qu'à quelque pas avant d'aller les chercher.

Son armure le cuisait de plus en plus et il posa Anya une seconde afin de se débarrasser de ses gantelets et repart de plus belle après l'avoir soulever de nouveau. Evrard entendait également le bruit du tissu qui chauffe et commence à se rétracter sur lui même, fort heureusement pour lui sous sa cuirasse c'est un uniforme dans une matière qui ne chauffe qu'à très haute température et il aura le temps de tout retirer avant que ce soit collé à sa peau.

En plus la Comtesse risquerait de lui couper les doigts s'il laissait son mari se perdre. Si le Chambellan n'était pas plus rapide ils resterait coincé tous les trois ce qui était inconcevable pour Evrard. Un cri afin d'indiquer une porte donnant sur la cour, bien que l'encadrement de bois allait céder c'était leur seul espoir de retrouver leur famille et amis.

Soufflant rapidement à cause de l'effort il se permit un saut épaule devant tête baissé au dessus de celle d'Anya pour protéger son visage. Quelque mèches de cheveux était roussi encore fumantes. Sans prendre le temps de poser la jeune femme le Chevalier vérifia qu'Enzo était derrière lui. Milano, the 3rd of October, MCDLXI The morning had passed among papers and documents of his Archdiocese, so the Cardinal Borromeo Galli was ready to continue his day like the other previous ones, without any problem for his duties.

On the middle of the afternoon, however, a private herald arrived at the Archdioceses Halls carrying a communication for His Eminence: Thank you, my dear son-in-the-faith; you can go now.

And in the late evening, when the sun was goind down on the horizon line, the coach of the high prelate started its travel along the streets of the dukedom, soon ready to go to Strasbourg. L eaning on his cane, staggering , the Emperor was going ahead, in this endless corridor, in this death row. Around him, the flames ravaged the walls and the tapestries, like a hungry ogre.

Ceilings were cracking and collapsing one by one. And the smoke became thicker and darker with every step, burning his lungs and his throat, making him dizzy. There were only two kind of people able to sink into such furnace: But since the collapse of the stairs, the Emperor had lost consciousness. He wanted to find his daughter whatever the costs.

He would not abandon her. He would leave the palace, without the certainty that she was safe. Members of the imperial escort joined him , and he only repeated the sentence he repeated to himself, since his eyes had crossed the bread in the kitchen.

We must find my daughter He could not breathe any more: Some drops of sweat ran down his forehead to his eyes, disturbing his sight. He untied the scarf around his neck, and leaned a moment to find breathable air. His mouth was getting dehydrated. But despite his suffering, he resumed his walk to the bedroom of his daughter.

A t this point, he didn't seem to the Emperor he used to be, any more. He was walking to the bedroom, as he could Until his cane broke. He fell to the ground. And he had no strength to get up. Such chaos was making things clearer. For months, he had thought himself above human laws and above God. But he was an old man, a weak man. And he was tired. All his life he fought His whole being was tired.

He wanted to rest, now. He closed his eyes. It was the end. I t was the end Until he heard a voice, in his mind. Was it a dream? Was it a cry? Or was it really his daughter who was calling him? He opened his eyes. He rolled onto his stomach, and coughed to clear his lungs. He leaned on his arms, and sat up straight in a plaintive roar. Her bedroom was there With the help of the wall, he stood up.

Once standing, he felt his legs falling, but his fingers caught a candlestick to stand still. He had never felt so low.

However, her daughter had never needed him so much. He wandered to the princely room. The door was open. He put his arm against it, and scanned the room carefully. Amid the smoke, a blond hair kept him attention. Thanks to God she was here. A huge sense of relief ran through his body. I'm coming for you. Luisa was his daughter. She was his heart, and his blood. He never would have left the palace without her. His eyes met hers, and despite his suffering, he sent her a reassuring smile.

Even though she was shaking, even though she was paralyzed, he took her in his arms. And the ceiling collapsed on them. Except a whisper that echoed in his mind: Agitation had faded, and now an uneasy calm was prevailing in the castle. The Viscount of Hayange and future Emperor was waiting there, sitting on his chair. He could no longer endure this long wait. Silence was toring his heart.

Much more than the screams of his wife. He would have done his life to find out what was happening in the bedroom. F inally, a door opened and a nurse came out, holding in her arms, wrapped in swaddling clothes, a drowsy baby.

But the relief of the Viscount was real, and urged him to jump from his chair to approach. The nurse said a word. He didn't find words to describe her. She was so beautiful. She represented the most wonderful part of his life.

At this point, he promised to cherish and protect her every day that God would make. He would ensure her happiness. It was the logical course of life. Her all life would be happy, and filled with love. Autour de lui, les flammes ravageaient les murs et les meubles, tel un ogre affamé.

Les plafonds craquaient et s'effondraient un à un. Et la fumée plus épaisse et plus sombre à chaque pas qu'il faisait, ravageait ses poumons, le prenant à la gorge, lui faisant tourner la tête. Il fallait être fou, ou inconscient pour s'enfoncer dans cette fournaise.

Mais depuis l'effondrement de l'escalier, l'Empereur avait perdu toute conscience. Il voulait retrouver sa fille, coûte que coûte.

Il ne partirait pas sans elle. Il était hors de question qu'il coûte le palais sans avoir la certitude qu'elle était saine et sauve. Bientôt, des membres de l'escorte impériale vinrent se joindre à lui, et il ne fit que répéter, la phrase qu'il se répétait à lui même, depuis que ses yeux avaient croisé le morceau de pain, dans la cuisine.

Il n'arrivait plus à respirer. Il avait chaud, trop chaud. Des goûtes de sueur coulaient le long de son front jusqu'à ses yeux, troublant sa vue. Il défit le foulard qui entourait son cou, et se pencha quelques instants, pour trouver de l'air.

Sa bouche était desséchée. Son souffle était faible. Mais en dépit de ses souffrances, il reprit sa marche, jusqu'à la chambre de sa fille A cet instant, il n'avait plus rien de l'Empereur que l'on connaissait.

Il était un homme, un homme comme les autres, qui cherchait à préserver ce qu'il avait de plus précieux au monde: La porte de la chambre était proche Elle semblait s'approcher lentement Jusqu'à ce que sa canne se brise. Il s'effondra au sol. Il n'avait plus de force, pour se relever. Autour de lui, il n'y avait que le chaos. Ce chaos contre lequel il avait lutter toute sa vie.

Ce chaos qu'il conspuait. Il s'imposait à lui, comme une évidence. Durant des mois, il s'était cru au dessus des lois humaines, au-dessus de Dieu. Toute sa vie, il avait lutté, il s'était battu. Tout son être était fatigué, et n'appelait plus qu'au repos. Il ferma les yeux. T out était fini Jusqu'à ce qu'une voix retentisse, dans son esprit.

Une voix qu'il connaissait. Ou était-ce réellement sa fille qui l'appelait? Il rouvrit ses yeux. Il roula sur le ventre, et toussa encore pour libérer ses poumons. C'était elle, il en était persuadé. Elle était là, tout près Il s'appuya sur ses bras, et se redressa piteusement, dans un rugissement plaintif.

Sa chambre était là S'aidant du mur, il se releva. Une fois debout, ses jambes manquèrent de se dérober. Mais ses doigts parvinrent à s'accrocher à un chandelier, avant qu'il ne chute à nouveau. Il n'avait jamais été aussi faible. Et pourtant, jamais sa fille avait eu autant besoin de lui, à cet instant précis. Vaille que vaille, il déambula jusqu'à la chambre princière.

La porte était ouverte. Il s'appuya contre celle-ci, et scruta attentivement la pièce. Au milieu de la fumée, des cheveux blonds retinrent son attention. Grâce à Dieu, elle était là. Un immense sentiment de soulagement le parcourut. Je viens te chercher. Luisa était sa fille. Jamais, il ne l'aurait abandonné. Elle était ce qu'il avait de plus précieux au monde, et il aurait volontiers abandonné sa couronne, pour sauvegarder sa vie. Quand bien même elle tremblait, quand bien même elle était tétanisée, il la prit dans ses bras.

Il n'y avait plus rien. Il n'y avait plus que le noir. Et un murmure, qui résonnait dans sa mémoire: L'agitation s'était estompée, et un calme précaire régnait désormais dans le château. Le Vicomte d'Hayange, et futur Empereur, attendait là, assis sur sa chaise. Il ne supportait plus l'attente. Bien plus que les cris de son épouse. Il aurait fait son possible, pour savoir ce qu'il se passait, dans la chambre d'à côté. F inalement, une porte s'ouvrit, et une nourrice en sortit, tenant dans ses bras, enveloppé dans ses langes, un petit être assoupi.

Celui-ci avait causé bien des tourments à ses parents. Nul doute qu'il en causerait bien d'autres avec le temps. Mais le soulagement fut tel, que le Vicomte bondit de sa chaise, pour s'approcher. La nourrice annonça la bonne nouvelle. Il ne sût trouver les mots pour la décrire, tant elle était magnifique. Elle était sa création, à lui. Elle était ce qu'il avait fait de mieux, dans cette vie. A cet instant, il se promit de la chérir et de la protéger, chaque jour que Dieu ferait.

Il veillerait à son bonheur. Sa vie entière serait faite d'amour et de bonheur. Il ne lâchait pourtant pas la petite blonde qui le suivait, bien enceinte, et qui ne pouvait pas tant tenir le rythme que lui imposait le jeune Comte Impérial. La chaleur venant faire perler des gouttes de sueurs, le jeune homme se mit à tousser brutalement, à cause de la fumée. Parce que si ça se trouve, la sortie est bloquée.

Il se laisse donc entrainer sans plus attendre, reprenant le dessus sur la panique qui le dirigeait quelques minutes plus tôt. La chaleur devenait étouffante, et le jeune homme se demandait comment Evrard faisait pour avancer aussi bien avec son tas de ferraille et cette insupportable chaleur.

Toussant de nouveau, Enzo agita la main pour repousser un peu la fumée qui leur faisait face. Sa petite blonde, son écuyère, sa maitresse et la future mère de son bâtard. No, the night did not last long.

A new alarm tone? Perhaps somebody had found the people of the Palace in too good mood, and he had therefore decided to kill it with a morning din. What a stupid idea.

What do griping the princess who was just beginning to realize that she had fallen asleep. In what context was? Oh , yes, Nicolas. Princely hands sought to confirm the memory by slipping on the sheets, in search of precious work. A yawn, some slow stretches, and feet, in turn, began to move to reach the dear Rosifiage. Fingers on the lock to a rattling and eyes to delve into the truth. Merdà, said the heart. And here he is excited.

If there was something that should not be forgotten Your memory fails, that's all. Age and tiredness with it How horrible it is, you're old, again, again, again, and die. Finally , fortunately the Lord is angry against you and he will take you soon The question is the same since a lot of years. Who will be next? If someone finds your confessions, the question does not arise Unless cruelty is required and you prefer to lock you in a convent, for real this time.

Maybe died would be You feel the excitement and the panic rising? You smell the smoke that already slipped under your door? This heat comes slowly to you? You will not be able to do anything until you have found it. Think of everything you have admitted there, if someone finds it, you're lost.

And if there is something that should not be forgotten And the blonde flying in every direction, the pace of research in impulsive slender cabinets, fabric hair, chests More book is hidden more smoke come into the room, more the princess had trouble breathing, coughing more the more it chokes, and the less it is able to search.

Should she put her life in danger to review her priorities? The princess could see her chamber grey to understand that if she had dropped her book, nobody could ever read it unless we learn to recompose pages ash. You can not see anything now.

You only feel that aggressive burning smell that has crept into your throat. This taste bothers you, it prevents you from focusing , right? Get him out, out of you. Perhaps we will get you if you scream. And at least this taste repulsed. Open your door, we hear you further. You see the flames coming towards you? We'll have to close it. Leave it open to scream, but then it will take. Is it not the strongest man in the Empire and the world? Maybe it will go away in tears.

We have to find something to do, Luisa. Déjà, les cloches sonnaient pour annoncer Pour annoncer quoi, au juste? Une nouvelle tonalité de réveil? Peut-être avait-on trouvé les gens du Palais de trop bonne humeur, et avait-on décidé en conséquence de massacrer cette dernière grâce à un vacarme matinal.

De quoi faire ronchonner la princesse qui se commençait à peine à se rendre compte d'avoir sombré dans le sommeil. Dans quel contexte, déjà? Les mains princières cherchaient à confirmer le souvenir en se glissant sur les draps, à la recherche du précieux ouvrage. Un bâillement, quelques étirements lents, et les pieds, à leur tour, se mirent en mouvement pour atteindre le coffre à Rosifiage. Les doigts sur le cadenas pour un cliquetis et les yeux pour plonger dans la vérité.

Merdà, dit le coeur. Et le voilà qui s'excite. S'il y avait bien quelque chose qu'il ne fallait pas perdre Calme-toi, il ne peut pas s'en être allé, aux dernières nouvelles, les livres ne savent que faire voyager. Ta mémoire défaille, c'est tout. L'âge, et avec ça la fatigue C'est ça d'avoir treize ans. Quelle horreur, tu vas vieillir, encore, encore, encore, et mourir.

Finalement, heureusement que le Très-Haut est en colère contre toi et qu'il te prendra plus tôt. La question reste la même depuis des années. Qui sera le prochain? Si quelqu'un découvre tes confessions, la question ne se pose même pas Sauf si la cruauté est de mise et qu'on préfère t'enfermer au couvent, pour de vrai, cette fois. À y penser peut-être que mourir serait plus Tu sens cette agitation et cette panique qui monte? Tu sens cette fumée qui se glisse déjà sous ta porte? Cette chaleur qui vient sournoisement vers toi?

Tu ne pourras rien faire avant de l'avoir trouvé. Et puis, n'est-ce pas ton seul souvenir de Kaëlig? Pense à tout ce que tu as avoué là-dedans, si quelqu'un le trouve, tu es perdue. Et s'il y a bien quelque chose qu'il ne faut pas perdre Et les cheveux blonds de voler dans tous les sens, au rythme des impulsives élancées de recherche dans les armoires, les tissus, les coffres Plus le livre se cache, plus la fumée entre, plus la princesse respire mal, plus elle tousse, plus elle s'étouffe, et moins elle est capable de chercher.

Faut-il mettre sa vie en danger pour revoir ses priorités? Il le fallut pour que la princesse voie sa chambre se griser, pour se rendre compte que si elle avait abandonné son livre, personne n'aurait jamais pu le lire à moins que l'on apprenne à recomposer des pages de cendres.

Tu ne vois plus rien, maintenant. Tu ne sens plus qu'une agressive odeur de brûlé qui s'est immiscée jusque dans ta gorge. Ce goût te dérange, il t'empêche de te concentrer, c'est cela? Fais le sortir, hors de toi. Peut-être même qu'on viendra te chercher, si tu cries. Et au moins, ce goût se repoussé. Ouvre ta porte, qu'on t'entende plus loin.

Tu vois les flammes venir vers toi? Il va falloir la refermer. Laisse-la ouverte pour crier, mais après, il va falloir. N'est-ce pas l'homme le plus fort d'Empire et du monde? Le goût est resté. Peut-être qu'il s'en ira dans les larmes. Il va falloir trouver quelque chose à faire, Luisa. Outside the palace in the medical area Johanna had turned to the blanket she had showed to the man who brought her Salome and the scrolls.

He had announced to her another victim of the fire. When Johanna saw the man she recognized him immediately. She checked if the man in front of her breath. A tear of relief runs down her cheek. Her fingers stroke his dark hair gently out of his face. The hair was burned here and there. One step after the other.

She had to work. Last she cleaned the little wounds in his face and did some unction on the little burnings. A last time she stroked the hair of Findecano gently. He was still without his senses, but she had to work. There were a lot of other injured persons who need help. She stood up and turned. A voice had spoken to her. But when she turned she recognized him immediately. She had been too much worried about Findecano. He was the heir of his majesty. Of course he had been in the palace!

She had been princess in Mainz, but when she met Comyr for the first time, she had been a bond slave who just had run away from her former master. Johanna had had a lot of respect, maybe even fear. But with the time, especially the time in Mainz, it had changed. She still had respect but now Comyr was her idol too. She had watched him, learned from him how to lead people. True, he led in another way than she did, but he had been her teacher. Johanna stepped forward ant took his hand carefully in hers.

It would be bad if something bad happens to you, too. There are already a lot of people with burnings. Others had no burnings, but they cough, because they breathed a lot of smoke. The brown haired woman cared about the wounds. Washed them and bandaged them as good as possible.

Then a man brought a woman to her. He carried her in his arms. The dress of the lady was burned. But still there remained enough to recognize her as a lady and not as a servant maid. Johanna told the man to lay her down on a blanket. She went to her knees beside of her. The lady was aswoon. Johanna tried to figure out what was wrong. But she could only find some little burnings and bruises. But the legs of the lady are more injured. It seems to be that something heavy hit the lady.

The bruises probably would turn blue and green. With fresh water Johanna started to clean the wounds. She used an ointment very carefully and bandaged the wounds after it. As soon as she finished she turned to the face of the lady to wash the ash from her skin it. It was the young lady which was ennobled by his Imperial Majesty with Comyr. The young lady she thought she knew. Now she was close Johanna knew, that her thoughts at the 15th of September had been right.

The Salome she knew from Regensburg. The men returned and brought some scrolls. He told Johanna that the lady had carried them. He laid the scrolls down beneath her and informed Johanna about another patient. Then she turned to Salome again. After she had finished cleaning her, she tried again to wake her up.

But it was impossible. So she would go and look for the man and come back later to look for Salome. Avant l'incendie Lothar s'ennuyait.

Il était venu traîner dans le coin, son précepteur lui ayant laissé une journée de récréation. Malheureusement, son garde était occupé, et Simone n'avait pas le temps de jouer avec lui. Il avait cherché Lorenz, mais introuvable aussi. Non, sinon il n'aurait plus droit de manger directement les fruits qu'il cueillait sans passer par la case cuisine. Surtout pas, ils pourraient se venger sur Monsieur Mince, avec Cira, ils avaient trouvé un prénom génial pour son demi-poney, et impossible de s'en souvenir!

Alors son deuxième prénom c'était Charlemagne, ça, c'était sûr. Il y avait aussi un truc avec épi Lothar avait donc traîné toute la journée. Et ce soir, il traînait encore.

Cela dit, il avait dîné entre autres avec sa soeur, et une petite idée lui était venue à l'esprit. En l'observant - non pas en l'espionnant! Elle le cachait et tout, ça voulait forcément dire que c'était important. Une fois, il en avait parlé à Simone. La vieille gouvernante lui avait répondu que c'était un journal de l'intimité. Le garçonnet ne s'y était pas plus intéressé, considérant qu'il s'agissait là d'un truc de filles, bien inutile. Mais ce soir, l'ennui prenait le pas sur le désintérêt Lothar passa le palais au crible.

Pas de Luisa en vue. Parfait, elle était sans doute en taverne. Alors qu'il se dirigeait vers la porte de sa soeur, il fut interrompu. Zut, Simone l'avait vu. Sagement, il la suivit, se laissa déshabiller, et se coucha sans rechigner. Rapidement, il fit semblant de dormir, émettant même un léger ronflement, sans aucun doute semblable à celui d'un porcelet.

La gouvernante le croyant endormi, elle quitta les lieux. Il attendit encore un quart d'heure, puis se releva, enfila une paire de poulaines et une cape. Discrètement, il ouvrit sa porte. Elle grinça et il grimaça. Heureusement, le couloir était vide. Sur la pointe des pieds, il rejoignit la chambre de sa soeur adorée.

Il poussa également la porte et se figea un instant. Bon, il pourrait toujours dire qu'il voulait un câlin. Il s'avança quelque peu. Elle ne bougeait pas. Lothar s'avança davantage, et faillit pousser un cri de joie. Les livres, les fameux livres étaient là, juste devant elle! Délicatement, il s'en saisit, et repartit aussi doucement qu'il était arrivé, son précieux paquet sous le bras.

Où pourrait-il aller pour ne pas être interrompu? Dans le jardin du palais! Sous les arbres, personne ne le verrait, et Luisa ne penserait pas à le chercher là. Sitôt pensé sitôt fait, Lothar s'installa confortablement en cette nuit qui commençait à être fraîche sous un arbre du jardin. Il ouvrit les précieux manuscrits, et se mit à lire ce qui semblait le plus récent. Ses yeux s'ouvrirent grand.

Elle avait embrassé quelqu'un! Honte à ce garçon! Il irait le provoquer en duel! Il s'arrêta de suite. Finalement, mieux valait commencer par le plus ancien pour tout comprendre. Lothar se mit donc à lire, lire, lire Et comme il était tard, le petit garçon dodelina de la tête, avant de s'endormir sur le journal intime de sa soeur, caché par un arbre, éloigné du palais He came to hang out in the corner with his tutor gave him a day of recreation.

Unfortunately, the guard was busy, and Simone did not have time to play with him. He had sought Lorenz , but also found. No, otherwise he would not have the right to eat the fruit he picked directly without going through the kitchen box. Certainly not , they could take revenge on Mr. Damned, with Cira , they found a great name for his half- pony, and impossible to remember! Then his middle name was Charlemagne , it was safe.

There was also something with ear Lothar had then dragged all day. And tonight, he still lingered. That said, he had dinner with his sister among others , and an idea came to mind. By observing - not the spying! She hid it and everything, it would necessarily mean that it was important.

Once he had spoken to Simone. The old housekeeper had told him it was a journal of intimacy. The boy was not there no more interested , considering that it was a girl thing , useless. But tonight , boredom took precedence over lack of interest Lothar passed the palace screened. No Luisa in sight.

Okay, it was probably tavern. As he headed toward the door of his sister, he was interrupted. Time to bed Damn, Simone had seen. Wisely, he followed , is left undressed and went to bed without a fuss. Quickly, he pretended to be asleep , even emitting a slight hum , no doubt similar to that of a pig. The housekeeper believers asleep, she left the scene. He waited a quarter of an hour, then got up , pulled on a pair of poulaines and a cape. Quietly, he opened his door.

She groaned and grimaced. Fortunately, the hall was empty. On tiptoe , he joined the chamber of his beloved sister. It also opened the door and froze for a moment. Well, he could always say he wanted a hug. He walked a little. She did not move. Lothar walked more, and almost cry with joy. Books, famous books were there, right in front of her! Gently , he seized it and left as quietly as he had arrived , her precious bundle under his arm. Where could he go not to be interrupted? In the garden of the palace!

Under the trees , nobody would see , and Luisa did not think to look there. Sooner thought than done , Lothar himself comfortable on this night that began to be cool under a tree in the garden.

He opened his precious manuscripts , and began to read what seemed the most recent. His eyes opened wide. Shame on this guy! It would be a duel! Finally, it was better to start with the oldest to understand everything. Lothar therefore began to read , read, read And as it was late, the boy nodded his head before falling asleep on the diary of her sister , hidden by a tree, away from the palace Era testardo e lo sapeva e sapeva anche che non era un bene questo suo essere testardo perchè qualche volta gli avrebbe procurato grossi problemi.

Aperto il passaggio segreto fu avvolto da una nuvola di fumo che per sua fortuna una volta aperto il passaggio inizio ad uscire liberando un po il passaggio segreto permettendogli di entrare. English version He was stubborn and he knew it and he knew that was not good his being stubborn because sometimes he would bring big problems. But this time there was little to think the flames devoured the palace and many were missing so without thinking for a moment he entered in the East Wing and headed toward the kitchen where a grim bitter surprise, the stairs leading from the wing north had collapsed and the escape route blocked, but had to reach all the way west wing to look for his companions, Ranian, Jospin and who else was trapped.

In the noise of the fire could hear the voice of the Emperor with all his might call his daughter and the desire to follow him struck him in mind, but then he thought that surely his private stash would have remained close to the kitchen which took two buckets full of water and some cotton rags and opened the secret passage that led from the kitchen to the hall of the Imperial Diet to go looking for those who were still trapped. Open the secret passage was enveloped in a cloud of smoke that luckily for him, once you open the passage beginning to come out a little freeing the secret passage allowing him to enter.

Unable to anything herself she watched what Fin did, still she was afraid, it was dangerous and the flames seem to get closer and closer. He managed it with a lot of efforts to pull up the bar underneath Salome was burried. She made it out still pulling the scrolls close to her heart, as if they were her baby or something that she wants to protect.

Getting up and taking a breath all began to swirl around her. The colors of red and yellow vanished and all turned to black around the Imperial chancellor when she fainted. Il ne restait bientôt plus personne dans l'enceinte quand il décida de repartir. La chaleur devenu insoutenable pour ses poumons et sa peau gagner en intensité. Quelque mettre le sépare encore de la porte mais une voix le fait revenir en arrière, un son presque imperceptible qu'il connait sans savoir dire qui cela peut être.

Au détour d'un mur il se cogne avec deux personnes qui cherche la sortie et qui semble ne plus pouvoir avancer. Si Evrard les à bien reconnue eux vont ils le reconnaître. La jeune femme est tenu fermement par le Comte qui n'y voit plus rien.

Depuis son entré dans l'Ordre le Chevalier à put se faire quelque muscle et il attrape Anya afin qu'Enzo puisse marcher plus librement. Ca va aller votre Grandeur? Il ne lui laisse pas vraiment le temps de parler car il l'entraine dans le couloir après avoir fait demi tour. La sortie n'étant plus trop loin l'avare n'aurait pas trop de mal à suivre surtout qu'avec son armure, Evrard commençait à marcher moins bien.

When Salome had freed herself from her prison, Findecano dropped the heavy wooden parts that once made up the ceiling. He turned to Salome to ask her if she was all right, but she collapsed and he was only barely able to catch her with one arm behind her back to prevent her head from hitting the floor hard.

With his other arm behind her knees he lifted her up in his arms, the scrolls she was carrying still in her arms. Ashes and embers were coming down around them. They had to hurry. There was no time and there was no other choice. He had no hopes of bringing her back to consciousness: The Chancellor was not heavy, in fact she was quite light. However, carrying someone through smoke and fire would be very hard and tiresome. Yet he could not give up. Their fates were tied as soon as he had found her in the corridor.

If she survived, he would live too, but if she would die, he would die trying to save her. Slowly, but with certain steps, Findecano started his way back. With Salome in his arms he walked through the corridor from which he came.

He retraced his steps through the heavy smoke and he knew that he had not much time before he would collapse himself. The smoke was not the only problem, though. The fire had reached them and the wall on one of their sides was engulfed by flames. Pieces of the ceiling came down in front and behind them. As he made the turn at a intersection and walked into the corridor leading towards the great hall and entrance, there was a loud roar and with the rapid cracking of wood the ceiling and God knows what more came crashing done before his eyes.

He turned around, ready to run, afraid that the rest of the wing would squash them both, but it seemed to hold for now. The inner wooden and stone parts were giving way, but the outer thick and strong walls were not to be broken so easily.

Back at the intersection he looked at the rubble and he felt desperate. The way was shut, he would have to take a detour to get out now. Tears came in his eyes, not only because of the dust and thick smoke due to the collapse, but he felt panic. Pure panic raced through his mind and body, battling his will and strength to go on.

He was sure now that this would be the end. He would collapse and they would both die, burned to ashes or less by the flames.

Johanna would be left alone, there would be no marriage. Their bright future was ended by even brighter flames. And who knows about the future of the person whose life he was holding in his arms? The ongoing battle in his body and soul between strength and failure was raging, but the outcome was determined by God. He prayed and the answer was given to him. For the sake of his beloved and of Salome: He could not just collapse, for he was still needed. His role in this world was not yet completed.

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Please, follow me, I know safe way to leave the palace. Il pouvait clairement sauter et rester en vie, mais dans quel état? S'aidant du mur, il se releva. Miraculously he had found the entrance by which he entered this Hell in the first place. Until his cane broke. She helped Violante to sit on a bench near the fountain, and the went to it do drink some water, looking around to found something to use to bring some water to Violante .

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Simone was awakened by the smoke and the noises at the Palace. Au début, je pense qu'il était déjà amoureux de moi mais moi pas puisque She really had to help. En plus de 24 heures, et donner à fon ami. He had announced to her another victim of the fire. Il voulait retrouver sa fille, coûte que coûte.

She saw that other guards were warning His Majesty and the other nobles present on the upper floors, then ran straight to the door of her sister, opened it and entered calling loudly Pippa. Ancora prima di sentire le urla e l'odore acre del fumo, vide il cavallo impennarsi e scalciare. Sapeva senza ombra di dubbio che stava succedendo qualcosa. Una breve occhiata ai piani superiori e comprese con orrore l'entità del dramma che stavano vivendo.

Forse questo sarebbe bastato a proteggerla dalle fiamme, o forse no, ma non aveva molto tempo a disposizione per riflettere ed agiva d'istinto. Poi corse a perdifiato su per le scale. It took her some time to realizing what was going on when she opend her eyes.

She dreamt about markets and lots of screaming and sounds, now with her eyes open, she still hears screaming. By lying very silently she tries to listen what the screaming is about and in a moment she thinks she hears her name, and again.

She knows that voice, its her sister calling for her. Suddenly her door opens, guards run into her room, checking if she is awake and shouting t her to leave as soon as possible. Now even louder are the sounds, the screming and there is a smell. A smell she knows. Aislinn, I am here! Never did she leave her room so fast looking for her sister. Presto dovete lasciare quest'ala del castello Man mano che correva il fumo le ostruiva le vie respiratorie, provocando colpi di tosse, anche gli occhi ne risentivano e spesso doveva chiuderli per diminuire il bruciore.

Vide l'Imperatrice, non poteva crederci, l'aveva vista al sicuro tra le mani della scorta imperiale e ora era la. She saw his guards give succor to those who were present in that area of the Castle, so did the gap between them and continued his run, always checking that there was someone who needed help.

Came across Elein and Erites , were still among the smoke in the damn hallway , approached them in while Elein said the guard to go in search of his sister. Soon you must leave this wing of the castle Elein quiet , I will manage to find your sister , I was just reaching the end of this wing by putting them in the north , let the two guards will help you , the smoke has now invaded the hall and in your condition better than they do from open crowd hugged her friends , as if it could be the last time that would have minded, Ranian knew to go to great danger and did not know if I ever would have seen again , was recovering his race but he stopped , looked at the belly Elein winking at her and told her If she's a girl call her Giada She smiled and continued, had reach the Emperor's Office and be sure that it had been saved, then go north wing where there were diplomatic offices.

During her run saw the Imperial escort, with them was the Empress, did not stop, sure that at least one of the imperial family was about to be rescued. As she ran the smoke obstructing the respiratory system , causing coughing, even the eyes were not good and often had to close them to reduce the burning sensation.

All of a sudden of its run she felt a noise, wood that broke , she looked up to heaven and saw the flames that enveloped the ceiling. Her eyes moved from the hallway to the ceiling , she had to do , had to run as fast as you can before the roof fell blocking the way.

Not going to stop my ride! She saw the Empress, could not believe it , he had seen her safe in the hands of the imperial escort and now she was there. Another explosion , this time stronger than before, now not going to make it for sure arriving to the office of the Emperor, the ceiling would fall times , so the one thing that remained to be done, ran toward the Empress and lock it with both hands Your Highness!

Magda, insieme ad altre guardie, finito di portare in salvo la servitù corse verso l' ala ovest dove era scoppiato l'incendio, giunta al corridoio d'accesso, vide una scena apocalittica, arredi e soffitti che fino a poco prima esaltavano la grandezza del luogo, avevano creato un muro invalicabile di fuoco e fumo Katamazai era arrivato nella piazza d'armi dove due fila di persone composte da Guardie e popolazione stavano facendo il passa mano il più veloce possible perchè i secchi pieni d'acqua giungessero a destino per spegnere l'incendio.

Il suo stato d'animo non era dei migliori dopo quanto aveva sentito dirsi ma gli ordini sono ordini e lavatosi la faccia con dell'acqua fresca si bagno le vesti per resistere il più possibile al calore e decise di tornare dentro l'ala ovest, sapeva che il suo Generale sarebbe accorso a controllare che l'Imperatore fosse stato messo in salvo dalla scorta personale anche rischiando la sua vita. A quel punto ogni via era sbarrata e per raggiungere l'ala ovest c'era una sola via passare dall'ala Est e quella Nord ed entrare in quello che restava dell'ala Ovest, per cui corse dietro al Capitano chiamandolo a gran voce con tutto il fiato che aveva in gola: His mood was not the best after what she had said but orders are orders and washed my face with cool water bath robes is to resist as much as possible to the heat and decided to go back inside the west wing, he knew that his General would come to check that the Emperor had been rescued by the escort staff also risking his life.

In as he started to retrace the steps to get back into the inferno saw Captain Findecano enter the square and tried to call him, but a great roar made him turn bdi shooting and saw a perte collapse of the roof of the west wing. At that point, every street was blocked and to reach the west wing there was only one way to pass from the wing and the North East and enter into what was left West Wing, so he hurried after the captain calling with a loud vocecon all the breath in his throat: E rnst wasn't asleep as the bells start to ring.

Immediatly he thought about an assault on the castle, as it happend in the past to try to kill the Emperor. And Ludwig wasn't an Emperor without enemies so Ernst grabbed his sword and run after his liege lord, the Regent. Knocking heavily and fast on his door there was no movement inside and so Ernst decided to crack the door with his shoulder.

Of course it hurts, but at least the worn mail protected him. Something weird is going on". Contrairement à ce que pensait la Ranian que le Capitaine de l'Escorte Impériale détestait toujours autant, Louis était sur les talons de l'Impératrice. Mais revenons donc aux appartements impériaux, parce que certains vont trop vite en besogne!

Louis était donc avec le Lieutenant Lestat, Audric et Sarah, les escorteurs impériaux de garde dans les appartements de Leurs Majestés, et Liz venait de tenter de leur échapper.

C'était sans compter sur leur présence d'esprits à ces mercenaires. Ils connaissent la famille impériale par coeur depuis le temps qu'ils se fréquentent et ça avait commencé bien avant que Ludwig soit désigné Empereur.

Louis avait donc donné ses instructions. Sarah, Audric, direction les cuisines trouvez-moi les enfants. Et il avait couru dans les couloirs, bousculant les personnes qui tentaient de lui barrer le passage. Vu sa corpulence, en général ils s'écartaient. L'avantage d'être de garde, c'est qu'on est en uniforme plutôt pratique, alors que Sa Majesté porte une robe, et toutes les dentelles qui vont de pair.

C'est donc en quelques enjambées qu'il l'avait rattrapée, et vu qu'elle s'apprétait de nouveau à lui faire faux-bond, il la plaque contre le mur en l'attrapant par un bras. D'instinct en entendant l'explosion décrite par Ranian, et qui doit être en fait une poutre ou un éboulement quelque part dans le palais, il fait rempart de son corps pour protéger Liz.

Vu son regard, il est prêt à la gifler pour qu'elle se reprenne. Votre famille aura besoin de vous alors vous allez avec Lestat. Il jette un regard vers Lestat, et lui murmure: Je vais vous ramener votre famille, Majesté, mais pour le moment, vous sortez d'ici avec Lestat! Mettant le bras de sa Majesté dans la main de Lestat, il informe son Lieutenant. Je vais chercher les autres. A cette heure, on sait tous où ils sont! Et hop, il se tourne, assez tôt pour entendre vaguement Ranian dire quelque chose avant de la voir aller vers le bureau de l'empereur, c'est à dire?

Dans la direction opposée de celle que prend Louis, qui se dirige vers les cuisines. L'en-cas du soir de Luisa est comme une pendule, réglé comme un coucou suisse la petite, et connaissant l'instinct paternel de l'empereur, il penche pour un repas en tête à tête père-fille dans les cuisines désertées.

Toussant, il s'approche, et une nouvelle explosion lui bouche la sortie, il ne s'en inquiète pas du tout, vu qu'il connait le palais comme sa poche, les sous-sols et les ouvertures discrètes faites par certains serviteurs qui se moquent pas mal de sécurité Il sait par où il pourra sortir des cuisines, le tout étant d'y arriver.

Mais cette fois, ce n'est pas la sienne, il s'approche à grands pas, toujours en direction des cuisines. Plus qu'à espérer que ce ne soit pas celui qu'il croit que c'est. Contrary to the thought that Captain Ranian the Imperial Escort always hated as Louis was on the heels of the Empress. But let's go back to the imperial apartments , because some go too fast!

Louis was therefore with Lieutenant Lestat , Audric and Sarah , imperial guard escorts in the apartments of Their Majesties , and Liz had to try to escape. This was without counting on the presence of their minds to these mercenaries.

They know by heart the imperial family from the time they attend and it started long before Ludwig was appointed emperor. Louis had thus given his instructions. Sarah Audric , directions kitchens find me children. And he ran into the corridors , knocking people who tried to block his way. Given his size , usually they parted. The advantage of being on call is that is rather uniform practice , while Her Majesty is wearing a dress , lace and all that go.

So in a few strides he had caught , and saw she was going back to false leap , he 's against the wall by catching him by the arm. Saw his eyes , he is ready to slap it to resume. Your family will need you then you go with Lestat. He looks to Lestat , and whispers: I'll bring your family , your Majesty , but for now , you leave here with Lestat! Putting the arms of his Majesty 's hand Lestat , he informs his Lieutenant.

I'll get the others. At this time , we all know where they are! And presto, he turns early to hear vaguely Ranian say something before seeing it go to the office of the emperor, ie? In the opposite direction to that taken by Louis, who goes to the kitchen.

The snacks in the evening Luisa is like a pendulum , set as a Swiss cuckoo clock early , and knowing the paternal instinct of the emperor, he looks for a meal head to head father and daughter in the kitchen deserted.

Coughing , he approached , and a new explosion mouth him out , he did not worry at all , since he knows the palace as his pocket , basements and discreet overtures made by some servants not a lot of fun safety He knows where he can get out of the kitchen , the whole being to get there. But this time it is not his, he is approaching , always in the direction of the kitchens.

Only hope that it is not that he thinks it is. Violante, we must go. That were the only words Eriti said after greeted Giada. She held the hand of the other woman accompanied her to the exit. After a while she started to cough due the smoke. Looking around she noticed a pot on a table along the corridor. She stopped and get close it.

She removed the flowers from the pot and, taking the handkerchief in the pocket, wet it. She turned back to Violante and cut in two the handkerchief with the knife in her bag. Put it above the mouth and nose, and breath through it. It will help you to don't breath too much smoke. Then she put the other piece on her mouth and nose, and continued to the exit with Violante at her side.

We all live in a house of fire. Quel rogo sembrava non finire mai. Il soldato aveva un brutto presentimento, ma sperava che tutti uscissero salvi. Where should I go? That fire seemed to never end. The soldier had a bad feeling about this, but he hoped that all come out safe. Il ne répondit que par un hochement de tête affirmatif car il n'était qu'à quelque pas avant d'aller les chercher. Son armure le cuisait de plus en plus et il posa Anya une seconde afin de se débarrasser de ses gantelets et repart de plus belle après l'avoir soulever de nouveau.

Evrard entendait également le bruit du tissu qui chauffe et commence à se rétracter sur lui même, fort heureusement pour lui sous sa cuirasse c'est un uniforme dans une matière qui ne chauffe qu'à très haute température et il aura le temps de tout retirer avant que ce soit collé à sa peau.

En plus la Comtesse risquerait de lui couper les doigts s'il laissait son mari se perdre. Si le Chambellan n'était pas plus rapide ils resterait coincé tous les trois ce qui était inconcevable pour Evrard.

Un cri afin d'indiquer une porte donnant sur la cour, bien que l'encadrement de bois allait céder c'était leur seul espoir de retrouver leur famille et amis. Soufflant rapidement à cause de l'effort il se permit un saut épaule devant tête baissé au dessus de celle d'Anya pour protéger son visage.

Quelque mèches de cheveux était roussi encore fumantes. Sans prendre le temps de poser la jeune femme le Chevalier vérifia qu'Enzo était derrière lui. Milano, the 3rd of October, MCDLXI The morning had passed among papers and documents of his Archdiocese, so the Cardinal Borromeo Galli was ready to continue his day like the other previous ones, without any problem for his duties.

On the middle of the afternoon, however, a private herald arrived at the Archdioceses Halls carrying a communication for His Eminence: Thank you, my dear son-in-the-faith; you can go now. And in the late evening, when the sun was goind down on the horizon line, the coach of the high prelate started its travel along the streets of the dukedom, soon ready to go to Strasbourg.

L eaning on his cane, staggering , the Emperor was going ahead, in this endless corridor, in this death row. Around him, the flames ravaged the walls and the tapestries, like a hungry ogre. Ceilings were cracking and collapsing one by one. And the smoke became thicker and darker with every step, burning his lungs and his throat, making him dizzy. There were only two kind of people able to sink into such furnace: But since the collapse of the stairs, the Emperor had lost consciousness.

He wanted to find his daughter whatever the costs. He would not abandon her. He would leave the palace, without the certainty that she was safe.

Members of the imperial escort joined him , and he only repeated the sentence he repeated to himself, since his eyes had crossed the bread in the kitchen. We must find my daughter He could not breathe any more: Some drops of sweat ran down his forehead to his eyes, disturbing his sight. He untied the scarf around his neck, and leaned a moment to find breathable air. His mouth was getting dehydrated. But despite his suffering, he resumed his walk to the bedroom of his daughter. A t this point, he didn't seem to the Emperor he used to be, any more.

He was walking to the bedroom, as he could Until his cane broke. He fell to the ground. And he had no strength to get up. Such chaos was making things clearer. For months, he had thought himself above human laws and above God. But he was an old man, a weak man.

And he was tired. All his life he fought His whole being was tired. He wanted to rest, now. He closed his eyes. It was the end. I t was the end Until he heard a voice, in his mind.

Was it a dream? Was it a cry? Or was it really his daughter who was calling him? He opened his eyes. He rolled onto his stomach, and coughed to clear his lungs. He leaned on his arms, and sat up straight in a plaintive roar.

Her bedroom was there With the help of the wall, he stood up. Once standing, he felt his legs falling, but his fingers caught a candlestick to stand still. He had never felt so low. However, her daughter had never needed him so much. He wandered to the princely room. The door was open. He put his arm against it, and scanned the room carefully. Amid the smoke, a blond hair kept him attention. Thanks to God she was here. A huge sense of relief ran through his body. I'm coming for you. Luisa was his daughter.

She was his heart, and his blood. He never would have left the palace without her. His eyes met hers, and despite his suffering, he sent her a reassuring smile. Even though she was shaking, even though she was paralyzed, he took her in his arms. And the ceiling collapsed on them. Except a whisper that echoed in his mind: Agitation had faded, and now an uneasy calm was prevailing in the castle.

The Viscount of Hayange and future Emperor was waiting there, sitting on his chair. He could no longer endure this long wait. Silence was toring his heart. Much more than the screams of his wife. He would have done his life to find out what was happening in the bedroom. F inally, a door opened and a nurse came out, holding in her arms, wrapped in swaddling clothes, a drowsy baby.

But the relief of the Viscount was real, and urged him to jump from his chair to approach. The nurse said a word. He didn't find words to describe her. She was so beautiful. She represented the most wonderful part of his life.

At this point, he promised to cherish and protect her every day that God would make. He would ensure her happiness. It was the logical course of life. Her all life would be happy, and filled with love. Autour de lui, les flammes ravageaient les murs et les meubles, tel un ogre affamé. Les plafonds craquaient et s'effondraient un à un.

Et la fumée plus épaisse et plus sombre à chaque pas qu'il faisait, ravageait ses poumons, le prenant à la gorge, lui faisant tourner la tête. Il fallait être fou, ou inconscient pour s'enfoncer dans cette fournaise. Mais depuis l'effondrement de l'escalier, l'Empereur avait perdu toute conscience. Il voulait retrouver sa fille, coûte que coûte. Il ne partirait pas sans elle. Il était hors de question qu'il coûte le palais sans avoir la certitude qu'elle était saine et sauve. Bientôt, des membres de l'escorte impériale vinrent se joindre à lui, et il ne fit que répéter, la phrase qu'il se répétait à lui même, depuis que ses yeux avaient croisé le morceau de pain, dans la cuisine.

Il n'arrivait plus à respirer. Il avait chaud, trop chaud. Des goûtes de sueur coulaient le long de son front jusqu'à ses yeux, troublant sa vue. Il défit le foulard qui entourait son cou, et se pencha quelques instants, pour trouver de l'air. Sa bouche était desséchée. Son souffle était faible. Mais en dépit de ses souffrances, il reprit sa marche, jusqu'à la chambre de sa fille A cet instant, il n'avait plus rien de l'Empereur que l'on connaissait.

Il était un homme, un homme comme les autres, qui cherchait à préserver ce qu'il avait de plus précieux au monde: La porte de la chambre était proche Elle semblait s'approcher lentement Jusqu'à ce que sa canne se brise. Il s'effondra au sol. Il n'avait plus de force, pour se relever. Autour de lui, il n'y avait que le chaos. Ce chaos contre lequel il avait lutter toute sa vie. Ce chaos qu'il conspuait. Il s'imposait à lui, comme une évidence. Durant des mois, il s'était cru au dessus des lois humaines, au-dessus de Dieu.

Toute sa vie, il avait lutté, il s'était battu. Tout son être était fatigué, et n'appelait plus qu'au repos. Il ferma les yeux. T out était fini Jusqu'à ce qu'une voix retentisse, dans son esprit. Une voix qu'il connaissait. Ou était-ce réellement sa fille qui l'appelait? Il rouvrit ses yeux. Il roula sur le ventre, et toussa encore pour libérer ses poumons. C'était elle, il en était persuadé. Elle était là, tout près Il s'appuya sur ses bras, et se redressa piteusement, dans un rugissement plaintif.

Sa chambre était là S'aidant du mur, il se releva. Une fois debout, ses jambes manquèrent de se dérober. Mais ses doigts parvinrent à s'accrocher à un chandelier, avant qu'il ne chute à nouveau.

Il n'avait jamais été aussi faible. Et pourtant, jamais sa fille avait eu autant besoin de lui, à cet instant précis. Vaille que vaille, il déambula jusqu'à la chambre princière. La porte était ouverte. Il s'appuya contre celle-ci, et scruta attentivement la pièce. Au milieu de la fumée, des cheveux blonds retinrent son attention.

Grâce à Dieu, elle était là. Un immense sentiment de soulagement le parcourut. Je viens te chercher. Luisa était sa fille. Jamais, il ne l'aurait abandonné. Elle était ce qu'il avait de plus précieux au monde, et il aurait volontiers abandonné sa couronne, pour sauvegarder sa vie. Quand bien même elle tremblait, quand bien même elle était tétanisée, il la prit dans ses bras.

Il n'y avait plus rien. Il n'y avait plus que le noir. Et un murmure, qui résonnait dans sa mémoire: L'agitation s'était estompée, et un calme précaire régnait désormais dans le château. Le Vicomte d'Hayange, et futur Empereur, attendait là, assis sur sa chaise.

Il ne supportait plus l'attente. Bien plus que les cris de son épouse. Il aurait fait son possible, pour savoir ce qu'il se passait, dans la chambre d'à côté. F inalement, une porte s'ouvrit, et une nourrice en sortit, tenant dans ses bras, enveloppé dans ses langes, un petit être assoupi.

Celui-ci avait causé bien des tourments à ses parents. Nul doute qu'il en causerait bien d'autres avec le temps. Mais le soulagement fut tel, que le Vicomte bondit de sa chaise, pour s'approcher.

La nourrice annonça la bonne nouvelle. Il ne sût trouver les mots pour la décrire, tant elle était magnifique. Elle était sa création, à lui. Elle était ce qu'il avait fait de mieux, dans cette vie. A cet instant, il se promit de la chérir et de la protéger, chaque jour que Dieu ferait. Il veillerait à son bonheur. Sa vie entière serait faite d'amour et de bonheur.

Il ne lâchait pourtant pas la petite blonde qui le suivait, bien enceinte, et qui ne pouvait pas tant tenir le rythme que lui imposait le jeune Comte Impérial. La chaleur venant faire perler des gouttes de sueurs, le jeune homme se mit à tousser brutalement, à cause de la fumée.

Parce que si ça se trouve, la sortie est bloquée. Il se laisse donc entrainer sans plus attendre, reprenant le dessus sur la panique qui le dirigeait quelques minutes plus tôt.

La chaleur devenait étouffante, et le jeune homme se demandait comment Evrard faisait pour avancer aussi bien avec son tas de ferraille et cette insupportable chaleur. Toussant de nouveau, Enzo agita la main pour repousser un peu la fumée qui leur faisait face.

Sa petite blonde, son écuyère, sa maitresse et la future mère de son bâtard. No, the night did not last long. A new alarm tone? Perhaps somebody had found the people of the Palace in too good mood, and he had therefore decided to kill it with a morning din. What a stupid idea. What do griping the princess who was just beginning to realize that she had fallen asleep.

In what context was? Oh , yes, Nicolas. Princely hands sought to confirm the memory by slipping on the sheets, in search of precious work. A yawn, some slow stretches, and feet, in turn, began to move to reach the dear Rosifiage. Fingers on the lock to a rattling and eyes to delve into the truth. Merdà, said the heart. And here he is excited. If there was something that should not be forgotten Your memory fails, that's all.

Age and tiredness with it How horrible it is, you're old, again, again, again, and die. Finally , fortunately the Lord is angry against you and he will take you soon The question is the same since a lot of years. Who will be next? If someone finds your confessions, the question does not arise Unless cruelty is required and you prefer to lock you in a convent, for real this time.

Maybe died would be You feel the excitement and the panic rising? You smell the smoke that already slipped under your door? This heat comes slowly to you? You will not be able to do anything until you have found it. Think of everything you have admitted there, if someone finds it, you're lost. And if there is something that should not be forgotten And the blonde flying in every direction, the pace of research in impulsive slender cabinets, fabric hair, chests More book is hidden more smoke come into the room, more the princess had trouble breathing, coughing more the more it chokes, and the less it is able to search.

Should she put her life in danger to review her priorities? The princess could see her chamber grey to understand that if she had dropped her book, nobody could ever read it unless we learn to recompose pages ash. You can not see anything now. You only feel that aggressive burning smell that has crept into your throat. This taste bothers you, it prevents you from focusing , right? Get him out, out of you.

Perhaps we will get you if you scream. And at least this taste repulsed. Open your door, we hear you further. You see the flames coming towards you? We'll have to close it. Leave it open to scream, but then it will take. Is it not the strongest man in the Empire and the world?

Maybe it will go away in tears. We have to find something to do, Luisa. Déjà, les cloches sonnaient pour annoncer Pour annoncer quoi, au juste? Une nouvelle tonalité de réveil? Peut-être avait-on trouvé les gens du Palais de trop bonne humeur, et avait-on décidé en conséquence de massacrer cette dernière grâce à un vacarme matinal.

De quoi faire ronchonner la princesse qui se commençait à peine à se rendre compte d'avoir sombré dans le sommeil. Dans quel contexte, déjà? Les mains princières cherchaient à confirmer le souvenir en se glissant sur les draps, à la recherche du précieux ouvrage.

Un bâillement, quelques étirements lents, et les pieds, à leur tour, se mirent en mouvement pour atteindre le coffre à Rosifiage. Les doigts sur le cadenas pour un cliquetis et les yeux pour plonger dans la vérité. Merdà, dit le coeur. Et le voilà qui s'excite. S'il y avait bien quelque chose qu'il ne fallait pas perdre Calme-toi, il ne peut pas s'en être allé, aux dernières nouvelles, les livres ne savent que faire voyager.

Ta mémoire défaille, c'est tout. L'âge, et avec ça la fatigue C'est ça d'avoir treize ans. Quelle horreur, tu vas vieillir, encore, encore, encore, et mourir. Finalement, heureusement que le Très-Haut est en colère contre toi et qu'il te prendra plus tôt.

La question reste la même depuis des années. Qui sera le prochain? Si quelqu'un découvre tes confessions, la question ne se pose même pas Sauf si la cruauté est de mise et qu'on préfère t'enfermer au couvent, pour de vrai, cette fois. À y penser peut-être que mourir serait plus Tu sens cette agitation et cette panique qui monte?

Tu sens cette fumée qui se glisse déjà sous ta porte? Cette chaleur qui vient sournoisement vers toi? Tu ne pourras rien faire avant de l'avoir trouvé. Et puis, n'est-ce pas ton seul souvenir de Kaëlig? Pense à tout ce que tu as avoué là-dedans, si quelqu'un le trouve, tu es perdue.

Et s'il y a bien quelque chose qu'il ne faut pas perdre Et les cheveux blonds de voler dans tous les sens, au rythme des impulsives élancées de recherche dans les armoires, les tissus, les coffres Plus le livre se cache, plus la fumée entre, plus la princesse respire mal, plus elle tousse, plus elle s'étouffe, et moins elle est capable de chercher.

Faut-il mettre sa vie en danger pour revoir ses priorités? Il le fallut pour que la princesse voie sa chambre se griser, pour se rendre compte que si elle avait abandonné son livre, personne n'aurait jamais pu le lire à moins que l'on apprenne à recomposer des pages de cendres.

Tu ne vois plus rien, maintenant. Tu ne sens plus qu'une agressive odeur de brûlé qui s'est immiscée jusque dans ta gorge. Ce goût te dérange, il t'empêche de te concentrer, c'est cela?

Fais le sortir, hors de toi. Peut-être même qu'on viendra te chercher, si tu cries. Et au moins, ce goût se repoussé. Ouvre ta porte, qu'on t'entende plus loin. Tu vois les flammes venir vers toi? Il va falloir la refermer. Laisse-la ouverte pour crier, mais après, il va falloir. N'est-ce pas l'homme le plus fort d'Empire et du monde? Le goût est resté. Peut-être qu'il s'en ira dans les larmes.

Il va falloir trouver quelque chose à faire, Luisa. Outside the palace in the medical area Johanna had turned to the blanket she had showed to the man who brought her Salome and the scrolls. He had announced to her another victim of the fire. When Johanna saw the man she recognized him immediately. She checked if the man in front of her breath. A tear of relief runs down her cheek.

Her fingers stroke his dark hair gently out of his face. The hair was burned here and there. One step after the other. She had to work. Last she cleaned the little wounds in his face and did some unction on the little burnings.

A last time she stroked the hair of Findecano gently. He was still without his senses, but she had to work. There were a lot of other injured persons who need help. She stood up and turned. A voice had spoken to her. But when she turned she recognized him immediately. She had been too much worried about Findecano.

He was the heir of his majesty. Of course he had been in the palace! She had been princess in Mainz, but when she met Comyr for the first time, she had been a bond slave who just had run away from her former master. Johanna had had a lot of respect, maybe even fear. But with the time, especially the time in Mainz, it had changed. She still had respect but now Comyr was her idol too. She had watched him, learned from him how to lead people. True, he led in another way than she did, but he had been her teacher.

Johanna stepped forward ant took his hand carefully in hers. It would be bad if something bad happens to you, too. There are already a lot of people with burnings. Others had no burnings, but they cough, because they breathed a lot of smoke.

The brown haired woman cared about the wounds. Washed them and bandaged them as good as possible. Then a man brought a woman to her. He carried her in his arms. The dress of the lady was burned. But still there remained enough to recognize her as a lady and not as a servant maid. Johanna told the man to lay her down on a blanket. She went to her knees beside of her. The lady was aswoon. Johanna tried to figure out what was wrong.

But she could only find some little burnings and bruises. But the legs of the lady are more injured. It seems to be that something heavy hit the lady. The bruises probably would turn blue and green. With fresh water Johanna started to clean the wounds. She used an ointment very carefully and bandaged the wounds after it. As soon as she finished she turned to the face of the lady to wash the ash from her skin it.

It was the young lady which was ennobled by his Imperial Majesty with Comyr. The young lady she thought she knew. Now she was close Johanna knew, that her thoughts at the 15th of September had been right. The Salome she knew from Regensburg. The men returned and brought some scrolls. He told Johanna that the lady had carried them. He laid the scrolls down beneath her and informed Johanna about another patient.

Then she turned to Salome again. After she had finished cleaning her, she tried again to wake her up. But it was impossible. So she would go and look for the man and come back later to look for Salome. Avant l'incendie Lothar s'ennuyait. Il était venu traîner dans le coin, son précepteur lui ayant laissé une journée de récréation. Malheureusement, son garde était occupé, et Simone n'avait pas le temps de jouer avec lui.

Il avait cherché Lorenz, mais introuvable aussi. Non, sinon il n'aurait plus droit de manger directement les fruits qu'il cueillait sans passer par la case cuisine. Surtout pas, ils pourraient se venger sur Monsieur Mince, avec Cira, ils avaient trouvé un prénom génial pour son demi-poney, et impossible de s'en souvenir!

Alors son deuxième prénom c'était Charlemagne, ça, c'était sûr. Il y avait aussi un truc avec épi Lothar avait donc traîné toute la journée. Et ce soir, il traînait encore. Cela dit, il avait dîné entre autres avec sa soeur, et une petite idée lui était venue à l'esprit. En l'observant - non pas en l'espionnant! Elle le cachait et tout, ça voulait forcément dire que c'était important.

Une fois, il en avait parlé à Simone. La vieille gouvernante lui avait répondu que c'était un journal de l'intimité.

Le garçonnet ne s'y était pas plus intéressé, considérant qu'il s'agissait là d'un truc de filles, bien inutile. Mais ce soir, l'ennui prenait le pas sur le désintérêt Lothar passa le palais au crible.

Pas de Luisa en vue. Parfait, elle était sans doute en taverne. Alors qu'il se dirigeait vers la porte de sa soeur, il fut interrompu. Zut, Simone l'avait vu. Sagement, il la suivit, se laissa déshabiller, et se coucha sans rechigner. Rapidement, il fit semblant de dormir, émettant même un léger ronflement, sans aucun doute semblable à celui d'un porcelet.

La gouvernante le croyant endormi, elle quitta les lieux. Il attendit encore un quart d'heure, puis se releva, enfila une paire de poulaines et une cape.

Discrètement, il ouvrit sa porte. Elle grinça et il grimaça. Heureusement, le couloir était vide. Sur la pointe des pieds, il rejoignit la chambre de sa soeur adorée. Il poussa également la porte et se figea un instant. Bon, il pourrait toujours dire qu'il voulait un câlin. Il s'avança quelque peu. Elle ne bougeait pas. Lothar s'avança davantage, et faillit pousser un cri de joie. Les livres, les fameux livres étaient là, juste devant elle!

Délicatement, il s'en saisit, et repartit aussi doucement qu'il était arrivé, son précieux paquet sous le bras. Où pourrait-il aller pour ne pas être interrompu? Dans le jardin du palais! Sous les arbres, personne ne le verrait, et Luisa ne penserait pas à le chercher là. Sitôt pensé sitôt fait, Lothar s'installa confortablement en cette nuit qui commençait à être fraîche sous un arbre du jardin. Il ouvrit les précieux manuscrits, et se mit à lire ce qui semblait le plus récent.

Ses yeux s'ouvrirent grand. Elle avait embrassé quelqu'un! Honte à ce garçon! Il irait le provoquer en duel! Il s'arrêta de suite. Finalement, mieux valait commencer par le plus ancien pour tout comprendre. Lothar se mit donc à lire, lire, lire Et comme il était tard, le petit garçon dodelina de la tête, avant de s'endormir sur le journal intime de sa soeur, caché par un arbre, éloigné du palais He came to hang out in the corner with his tutor gave him a day of recreation. Unfortunately, the guard was busy, and Simone did not have time to play with him.

He had sought Lorenz , but also found. No, otherwise he would not have the right to eat the fruit he picked directly without going through the kitchen box. Certainly not , they could take revenge on Mr. Damned, with Cira , they found a great name for his half- pony, and impossible to remember! Then his middle name was Charlemagne , it was safe. There was also something with ear Lothar had then dragged all day.

And tonight, he still lingered. That said, he had dinner with his sister among others , and an idea came to mind. By observing - not the spying! She hid it and everything, it would necessarily mean that it was important. Once he had spoken to Simone. The old housekeeper had told him it was a journal of intimacy. The boy was not there no more interested , considering that it was a girl thing , useless.

But tonight , boredom took precedence over lack of interest Lothar passed the palace screened. No Luisa in sight. Okay, it was probably tavern. As he headed toward the door of his sister, he was interrupted. Gli annunci gratuiti su. Trova uomo sul nostro sito di incontri.

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