"Not resist talking!"
Oscar slapped the table with the palm of his hand that clapped it.
"I don't want to watch you put yourself in danger. André, you are almost blind. Your eye no longer obeys you ..."
She turned in his direction.
"I couldn't watch you sink and die, hit by a bullet."
Tears glittered in her eyes.
"You are all I have. I love you. Please don't do to me to see you die."
André bowed his head. "All right, Oscar. I'll stay with Rosalie."
He saw her beautiful blonde long locks, her sapphire blue eyes that flashed in the sun.
As he tried to go to the door, he felt her watching him go.
"When this is all over, André, we will get married. I no longer have any rank or title of nobility."
A tear ran down his cheek with joy.
"Alain will take you to Paris, Rosalie knows."
Suddenly André felt an uncomfortable feeling."Please be careful. Don't leave me alone. I wouldn't survive that."
Oscar looked out the window.
"No, I would rise from the dead for you."

Outside, Alain had the horses ready and was waiting for him.
"OK, everything fine?"
He patted André's shoulder encouragingly.
"Alain, I'm afraid for you."
He was trembling.
"What if something happens to her? If she is badly wounded, or even ..."
André clenched his hand into a fist.
"How could I live without her?"
Alain got on his gelding.
"You know André, sometimes I think that Oscar is not a person, but an angel sent by God to help people. Do you think God would allow even the slightest harm to one of his creatures?"
André took the reins tighter.
"He once allowed his only begotten son to be crucified ..."
They rode in silence towards Paris.

On July 11th, Finance Minister Neckar was dismissed because he suggested that the nobility should also be burdened with tax payments.This decision only made the people even more angry with the royal family and the nobility.
There was fighting all over Paris.
Marie Antoinette had already ordered various troops to Paris to ensure peace and quiet.
Oscar's troop were also in Paris and tried to calm the population down.
“Company stop, a courier!” Oscar reined in her horse.
"Come to the Tuileries! The soldiers shot at the people! The whole place is a mess! A horrible bloodbath!"
"My God ..." The men were horrified.
“The German dragoons led by Prince Labert have opened fire.” Oscar turned to their men.
"I once told you that thoughts are free. The freedom of the spirit must not be touched. I have to correct myself. Not just the spirit, the whole person should be free."
The soldiers heard Oscar's words spellbound.
"As you know, I have given up my title of nobility! Do you want to turn your weapons against the people, your own families, or do you want to go down in history by my side?"The soldiers cheered.
"We will follow you everywhere! God willing, until death!"
Oscar drew her sword.
"Then let us, the French Guard, fight for a new France on the side of the people!"
Oscar turned her white horse.
"Attack! Against the German Dragoons! To the Tuileries!"
She galloped off.
Followed by cheering soldiers who were loyal to her.
There was total chaos in front of the Tuileries.
"Look there!"
"Isn't that the French Guard?"
"My God, you are on our side !!!"
The people found new hope.
Step by step, Oscar's soldiers ousted the Dragoons.
News spread throughout Paris that Oscar Francois de Jarjaye was fighting with her French guard on the side of the people.
She was celebrated like a heroine and the people took courage.

But Versailles also heard of Oscars stepping over to the side of the citizens.
"Your Majesty, listen to me! The Garde Francais led by Oscar de Jarjaye ...!She routed Prince Lambert's troops!
You fight on the side of the people! "
“What?” Marie Antoinette went rigid with horror. "Oscar ...?"
General de Boulier and Duke of Orleans went on the attack.
"This is treason of the entire de Jarjaye family!"
"They have to be punished for that. Their possessions have to be stolen and banished!"
"No"
The nobles present shrank. "How?"
Marie Antoinette continued in a low voice.
"Oscar will not be punished. Nobody from her family will be punished. She was always loyal to me ... She must have a reason ..." Sobbing, the queen hid her face in her hands.
"Oh Oscar, please stay alive."

In the meantime the soldiers of the Garde francais had withdrawn to the Place de Mars.
Oscar knelt in front of Lasalle and tended to his gunshot wound in the leg.
"You have to hold still!" she scolded. "How else am I supposed to remove the bullet for you? You know that it has to go out, otherwise your wound will get infected."Lasalle whimpered. "it just hurts so much."
"I know I'm sorry, but I don't want you to die."
Then she held the ball between her fingers.
"Well, here ..."
"Alain! Oscar!"
Bernard came running towards the soldiers, waving frantically.
"What are you screaming"
Alain walked up to Bernard with a grin.
"We're not on the market."
He stood panting in front of him.
"The cannons on the Bastille ... they have changed direction."
Oscar jerked up. "What?"
"They point in a different direction than usual."
Bernard had to sit down.
"One points to the Paris City Hall, one to the Palais Royal and one to the Tuileries."
"Oh my god" Oscar and Alain looked at each other.
"I heard earlier that heavy ammunition was being transported from the armory to the Bastille." Oscar swallowed.
"Do you know what that means?"
There was sheer horror in her blue eyes.
"They are attacking the people of Paris. They will fire on the city!"
Bernard had recovered so far."You have to do something!"
Oscar ran to her horse.
"To arms men! We're riding to the Bastille!"