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The following day, a cloudy Sunday, Danielle, Marie and Clarice attended mass under the stern supervision of Madame Duban at the Chapel of St Matthew three blocks over, and then returned to Bicetre, for in spite of the Lord's admonition to remember the Sabbath Day to keep it holy, there were chores on Sunday as on any day of the week. Danielle had peered inside the barn before madame had ushered them out the gate of the stone wall, hoping to convince Alexandre to join them, but the man was not there.

Surely he hasn't shoes to mend on Sunday, she thought. Perhaps cows' udders cannot wait, but a man's bare feet can.

They returned in the mid-afternoon, and the barn was still empty. "Perhaps he's gone to his own church," Danielle said to herself as she gathered her stool and buckets and settled down by the pear trees. "His own peculiar Bible, perhaps his own peculiar religion. No matter." She selected the first of the four cows and brought her down for the milking. The teats were slathered in faeces, and she spent a good five minutes scrubbing off what she could. Shortly afterwards, Marie came out and took her by the sleeve. "Do you know what they've brought to Bicetre? Do you know what they have set up in the courtyard on the other side of the hospital?"

Danielle shook her head.

"Guess!"

"No, Marie."

"The Louisette! The beheading machine! It's been brought from the Cour du Commerce on the rue Saint-Andre-des-Arts to us this very morning. Madame Duban told me just a moment ago that as she was crossing the courtyard the wagon came in, bearing the beams and blade. They mean to test it on sheep, and on the unclaimed corpses of prisoners and patients to see if it is ready."

Danielle let go of the soft teat and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I should like to see it," she said. "The Assembly promised the poor should have the right to a quick death as do the wealthy. No more rack or garrote for those who are covered with an honest day's filth. How can we get to see it, Marie?"

"I don't know. Unless you'd like to go as one of the corpses. I could tell Madame Duban about your trysts with Alexandre and she would choke you for certain."

"Ah!" screeched Danielle gleefully, and she flicked milk from her fingers at her friend. "You are dreadful!"

When there was no more milk to be had from this cow, Danielle led her back to the paddock to get the last of the four who were producing. She hung the bucket on the fence post and kicked at the wall-eyed creature. "Come on, you little slut," she said. "I let you have your peace until last. And don't flare those nostrils at me."

"Danielle!"

Danielle whirled about. Alexandre was there, hands on his hips, a line of sweat on his forehead.

"Dearest!" said Danielle. "I'd come for you for mass, but you weren't there. Where have you been?"

"Shoes for Monsieur LeBeque," said Alexandre. "He's been after me these past days to come measure a new pair for himself and this morning insisted I take care of that business."

"Indeed? Shoes on Sunday? God will not approve, I can tell you that."

"Nor do I," said Alexandre. "Come with me to the barn. I must speak with you." He glanced around anxiously, to the pear trees, the wall, the kitchen door up the path.

"I've got milking," said Danielle. "The cook makes a great deal of bread on Sunday afternoon to last the week, though we aren't supposed to labour on the Lord's Day. It cannot wait. But I'll come tonight as I've always"

"Tonight I shall be gone."

"Gone? Beloved, no, you cannot"

"And you with me, yes? Dearest Danielle, I could not leave without you, but we must be careful."

"Why? What has happened?"

"Come to the barn. I won't speak of this in the daylight. There are eyes and ears we may not see, and which we do not want to know our business."

Danielle's heart kicked, and her arms tightened. What had happened? She didn't want to know, but she had to know. She latched the gate to the cows' paddock and followed Alexandre to the barn.

Huddled in the back stall, Alexandre took Danielle's hands in his. "I've made an enemy with Monsieur LeBeque. He is furious that I've spurned his advances."

"He wanted you?" Danielle's eyes widened. "I thought the man married."

Alexandre made an exasperated sound in his throat. "Married, to show the world his respectability," he said. "The man spouts words which he feels are acceptable to those whose status at this place is above him. But then I've seen him take patients from their cells to his own room, and have seen the fear in their eyes as he closes the door. He's pulled me aside and has tried to charm me with hideous quotes from writings of Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade, thinking, perhaps, that I was as twisted a libertine as he fancies himself. This afternoon, as I sat in the laundry room nailing a sole back on to an officer's boot, LeBeque staggered in and said it was time to pay for my employment."

"Dear Lord!"