Oscar opened his eyes slowly.
It was so quiet, so peaceful ...
What happened?
Had God brought her to him?
André ...
Carefully she straightened up.
However, she needed a lot of time for this because she felt every abdominal muscle and had to pause several times in pain.
Where was she?
The door opened quietly and a blonde head of hair peeked in.
"Lady Oscar, you are awake! Oh how nice that you are feeling better again!"
Rosalie slammed the door and rushed towards her, so that Oscar was scared that she would not stop in time.
"Rosalie! Now I know where I am. In your house. Well, where did you sleep while I was using your bed?"
Rosalie had to laugh.
"Don't worry about that. Our armchairs are also very comfortable."
She brushed a strand off Oscar's face.
"André will be in the air with joy when he sees you."
Oscar thought he had misheard.
"See ...?"
"Yes, he vowed to have his eye operated on so that he could see you when you wake up."Rosalie sat down with Oscar.
"He watched your bedside every day and almost every night. Except for the seven days of the operation."
Oscar was startled.
"Seven days ... how long was I passed out?
"Well you've been unconscious for 24 days."
Oscar eyes widened.
"My God. What happened? I ..."
Rosalie jumped up.
"Now you'll have a soup first. And then we'll see."
She went to the door.
"But I have to tell you one more thing. The people of Paris prayed for you every Sunday and Wednesday. They met in churches and places of worship and thought of you."
A tear glittered in Rosalie's eyes.
"You have become a folk hero in France. Even your father was here and sat by your bed."
Oscar bowed his head.
"Even father ..."
Rosalie walked quietly out of the room.
"How must I have let him down. I should protect Her Majesty. Instead, I am fighting on the side of the people. Oh father, you know that everything I have done so far has been for the benefit of France."Tears ran down Oscar's face.
"Please father, forgive me one day, as I have long forgiven you."
Rosalie soon brought the soup and Oscar felt hungry.
And this time the soup was really delicious.
Before Oscar could speak to Rosalie about it, the door was thrown open.
"My God, Oscar! Dearest! You are awake!"
"André ..."
Rosalie was just able to get the plate to safety before André gave Oscar a passionate squeeze.
"André ... you hurt me ..."
Oscar groaned.
"Please, what have you got? Was I too rude?"
André shrank back in shock.
How fragile she looked.
Her blue eyes had lost their shine.
What was the matter with her?
My God André, she was badly wounded. She was closer to death than life.
"Oh Oscar, I'm so glad to have you back. I almost died of fear when Bernard walked into the house with you. Your hair was smeared with blood, your uniform ... everything was covered in blood. I didn't think anyone would." Able to survive injuries.He said you would survive. At the time I wondered where he got this persuasive power from. And then I vowed to have an operation to see you again in your beauty. And if it should be at your funeral. And now I truly see you again. Oh dearest, please don't ever leave me again. "
Oscar was touched.
"Oh André, didn't I say that I would rise from the dead for you?"
They kissed passionately.
"Oscar, Commander, you are among the living again!"
Oscar beamed.
"Alain, you are alive. I was so scared that you might perish in the battle of the Bastille."
She squeezed his hand happily.
"Oh what, weeds don't go away."
Alain smiled.
"And believe it or not, but no one from our company died except Francois. The men only fought for you. Their anger over your death, at least we assumed that after the shooting, moved mountains. Very quickly the Bastille was taken.Launay had the honor of being carried through Paris by us. "
Bernard grinned.
"Well, Alain, actually it was just his head."
"What?"
Oscar was startled.
"You have committed such acts?"
Alain looked puzzled.
"He had you and hundreds of innocent citizens on his conscience."
He sighed.
"We only found out after the Bastille was taken and Launay was beheaded that you survived."
Bernard jumped up.
"That was a pleasure. We stood on the cannons on the Place de Mars and told the people that you were alive. You are unconscious, but you are alive."
"You don't believe how they reacted."
Alain interrupted his friend.
"They danced around in the square and shouted, Long live Oscar Francois de Jarjaye, the angel of the revolution. My God, I didn't know how popular you are at all."
Oscar smiled sheepishly.
"The power of the people ..."
She happily turned her head to André.
"And when I can get up again, we will get married.It will be beautiful. I love you and will spend my life by your side until the end of our days. "
André kissed her.
Your eyes shine like they used to.
Oh Oscar, my wife.
"And I, we are your best man."
Alain clapped Bernard on the shoulder.
André nodded profusely.
"And Rosalie will be my bride-to-be."
Oscar winked at Rosalie.
'Oh Oscar! You have that look again that threatens to break my heart. Although I love Bernard from the bottom of my soul, you will always be my first great love. '
"What an honor, Oscar. Thank you very much."
Rosalie was happy.

Oscar had to stay in bed for a while, but could already walk slowly around the house.
One day, Rosalie, Bernard and André were out of the house, there was a knock on the door.
She opened it in amazement and looked into two bright gray-blue eyes.
"Off heels ...!"
Oscar's mouth stayed open in surprise.
"Oscar, I've heard so much from you guys.You are called the angel of the revolution. My God, you look beautiful. I am so glad that you have recovered. "
He grinned.
"And I've heard from you and André too."
Oscar was still holding the door.
"If you don't want to let me in, I'll be happy to go again."
Oscar finally broke out of her rigidity.
"Oh, no, come in. I, I just didn't expect you at all."
She closed the door.
Exhausted, she sat down on a chair.
Von Fersen was concerned.
"Aren't you all right? Shall I come back another time?"
"No."
Oscar shook his head.
"Please stay. It's just, I've missed so much. So much has happened and I still don't know a lot."
Tired, she propped her head with her hand and closed her eyes. Her long, blonde curls fell over her shoulder. Von Fersen was blown away by the sight of her.
'She becomes more beautiful every time I meet her. How could I not have noticed her love back then ... '"Tell me about the queen."
Oscar looked Von Fersen straight in the eye.
"How is she doing?"
This leaned back.
"Well, she's pretty lonely as more and more nobles are withdrawing from her. She talks about you a lot and wonders what made you switch sides."
He looked piercingly at the former commandant of the royal guards regiment.
Oscar couldn't meet his gaze.
It was too difficult for her.
It seemed as if Marie Antoinette's pain was shining through.
"I just couldn't watch Her Majesty throw the people's tax money out the window. I've tried to warn her so many times, but she refused to take my advice."
Oscar got some wine.
"You too?"
Von Fersen nodded.
“After I was ordered to shoot unarmed citizens, I had to choose,” she continued.
"Either I remain a puppet of the nobility and their majesties, or I fight for my convictions and my love."She took a sip.
"I chose André. I fought alongside the people for the ideal of brotherhood, equality and freedom. Above all, freedom. Everyone should be free. No matter where they come from. That's why I have given up my title of nobility."
She put her glass on the table and gave Von Fersen a look that seemed to dig directly into his soul.
"I am happy now and can live with André as a husband and wife. I have found my love."
Suddenly she laughed and tossed her hair back.
"Now tell me what has happened in the last few weeks. I'm curious."
Von Fersen took another long swig and began to talk.
"Shortly after the storming of the Bastille, the peasants attacked palaces and fortresses. Their goal was to destroy documents on the rights of men.
100 members of the 3rd class met for deliberations in Breton
Club (founded April 30, 1789). There they must have prepared a surprise coup in the National Assembly, with which the hesitant resistance of the privileged classes, who were hoping for more favorable times to preserve their vested interests, should be broken.The maneuver succeeded with the support of liberal nobles, who in the night session of 4/5. August 1789 acted with grand gesture as a pioneer of the renunciation. This affected all personal services, trade and tensioning services, the manorial jurisdiction, privileged access to offices, the abolition of the purchase of offices and the church tithe, as well as privileges such as hunting and keeping pigeons. Serfdom, the tax exemption of the privileged classes and all special rights of the provinces and cities were abolished.
And the most important thing is the end of the stands! "
Von Fersen drew in exhausted breath.
"Right now people and civil rights are to be debated."
Oscar's mind was racing.
So much had happened and there seemed to be no end to it.
Late in the evening, when the others were back and had also greeted and talked to Count Hans Axel von Fersen, he said goodbye.
"Oscar Francois de Jarjaye, it is an honor for me to meet you.You can visit me in Sweden anytime. "
Oscar thanked him warmly.
"Marie Antoinette would be very happy to see you."
Oscar gave a start.
"I can no longer go to the court of Versailles. Only nobles are admitted. I can no longer protect Her Majesty."
Sadly, she left the others standing and ran into her room.
There she let her tears run free.
Only now did she realize that she would never see Marie Antoinette again. She could never hear