Nightmare of Ediths

pathise with conspirators, then Lady Liberty could only conclude that their blood is no purer than those."②

"Now I become your hack writer!" Edith turned her head and wittily smiled at him.

"Grateful beyond words," he smiled with relief, placing both hands on her shoulders and massaging this sharp-tongued little journalist.

Edith bit down on the quill, proudly announcing her idea. "The snobs say that Lady Guillotine is Quenet''s mistress. Then in response I shall declare that your one true love is none other than France herself."

"And you," he whispered softly in her ear as he leaned in.

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"Charlene! Best friend!" The moment she entered the old hut of the Saint-Clemonts, Edith flew towards Charlene''s wheelchair like a bird spreading its wings.

"You''ve come to see me, dear Edith," the former noble girl''s face blossomed with a tender smile. "I''ve always been thinking of you, but I can''t leave home. Seeing you so aglow once more, I''m so happy."

Edith took Charlene''s thin, frail hands and sighed. "You''re my benefactress now!"

"Don''t make fun of me like that, Edith," Charlene smiled with a blush. She looked so delicate at the moment, making it hard for anyone to associate her with the Valkyrie who had slain a burly man with her own strength just a few days ago.

"Are your legs still hurting? I just heard from Raphael, the Desmoulins have invited us to take a joyride to the horse ranch in the countryside this weekend. Citizen Danton and his lovely new wife will be there too. You should come with us together, Charlene!" Edith spoke excitedly, her words rushing out.

"If it won''t be too much trouble for you, I''d love to come along. Because of these legs, I''ve long grown accustomed to living indoors. Going on a tour suddenly, it''s quite fresh," Charlene replied.

"There''s still hope for your legs to recover, isn''t there, Charlene?" Edith gazed at