by Лорен Уиллиг
With a crooked finger, he moved a stray strand of hair out of my eyes, very gently, as though I might break otherwise. “You can show me your microfilm readers.”
“Everyone’s favorite tourist destination,” I agreed, and we smiled foolishly at each other, happy just to be together, with the sun beaming down on our bare heads and pots of flowers in artificial bloom all around us. In the gardens, someone was playing a harpsichord, a simple and beautiful melody.
“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,” sang Balthazar. “Men were deceivers ever.”
Some men. Not my Colin.
“Will you be okay going away?” I asked. “With Jeremy treasure hunting?”
Colin made a face. “I can deal with Jeremy.”
“Is there any truth to this whole treasure thing?” I asked.
“Honestly?” Colin looked out over the scene playing out below. “Probably not.”
Hmm. This was Colin. If the answer was no, he would have just said no.
Emboldened by our new accord, I leaned over to get a look at his face. “You think there is, don’t you?”
Colin’s face twisted. “Well…I looked for it as a boy. I didn’t find anything.”
“Yes,” I said, “but you’re older and wiser now. And you have me.”
Colin’s eyes crinkled. “Yes, and we know there’s just one thing for which I’d want you.”
I looked at him from under my lashes, aiming for sultry and missing by a mile. “We can talk about that later.”
Colin mustered a perfunctory leer, but his mind was obviously elsewhere. “Do you know…” he began.
I knew many things, but I didn’t think he needed to hear the entirety of the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales right at just this moment.
“Mmm-hmm?” I said encouragingly.
He looked to me as if for approval, half excited, half sheepish. In other words, endearingly boyish. “The best way to stop Jeremy might be to try to find it first. If it exists, that is. It probably doesn’t. But saying hypothetically that it did…”
“We might hypothetically try to find it.”
“Are you in?” He held out a hand, palm up.
I settled my hand in his and felt his fingers close around mine. “Us against Jeremy? He doesn’t have a chance.”
“With you on my side,” Colin said softly, and what I saw in his eyes made my knees feel like goo, “how can I possibly lose?”
In a few moments, I would go inside and e-mail Blackburn and tell him I was taking the head TF job. In four months, I would be back in Cambridge. But for now…It was only May. We had the entire summer before us.
With the two of us together, what couldn’t we achieve? Right then, I would have been willing to volunteer us for moving mountains.
I grinned recklessly at Colin. “Let the games begin.”
Historical Note
The best part about writing historical fiction is that the strangest bits are usually true. Submarines in the Napoleonic Wars might sound like something straight out of Jules Verne, but, in fact, Robert Fulton (primarily recognizable from grade school textbooks as the inventor of the steamboat) did do his best to hawk a submarine, named the Nautilus, to the French government. Born in Philadelphia, Fulton spent time in both England and France in the 1790s. After moving to France in 1797, he pitched his plans for an underwater naval craft to the government in power at the time, the Directory. They weren’t interested. Bonaparte, who came to power in 1799, proved more receptive.
Conquering bits of Europe might be fun, but Bonaparte had his heart set on invading England. There was a slight problem: the English navy. Bonaparte, an army man by training, had no idea how naval warfare worked. Some of his plans for the invasion of England would have been laughable if Bonaparte’s admirals had the nerve to laugh in his presence. One of his favorite schemes involved launching two thousand flat-bottomed ferry boats containing 114,000 troops and 7,000 horses, all on a single tide, within six hours, from a port where there wasn’t yet a port. His advisors were forced, reluctantly, to explain that flat-bottomed boats swamped; it would take several tides; and that it would take far more than six hours, within which time the English ships guarding the Channel would undoubtedly take defensive action. Impervious, Napoleon nonetheless founded new shipyards to build his fleet and designed a whole new port and set of fortifications at Boulogne, the harbor from which the invasion was to launch. For the details of Napoleon’s disastrous naval plans, I recommend the relevant chapters in Alan Schom’s Napoleon Bonaparte.
How could Bonaparte possibly resist the prospect of an easy way to undermine the English Channel fleet? With the go-ahead from the French government, models of the Nautilus were built and tested in the waters outside Le Havre in 1800 and 1801. The ship came complete with what Fulton euphemistically referred to as a “carcass,” otherwise known as underwater mines. Fulton’s carcass successfully demolished a forty-foot sloop in the trials in 1801. Although Fulton was able to sustain several crew members below water for as long as four and a half hours, the ship leaked. Fulton dismantled it, leaving him without a model when Bonaparte demanded a demonstration in September 1801. Although various officials reported favorably on the earlier trials of the Nautilus, Bonaparte decided it was a hoax and a swindle and refused to consider it further. Miffed, Fulton responded to British persuasion (in the form of an £800 bribe) and took himself and his plans for a subterranean naval vessel off to England, where he conducted trials of Nautilus II in 1805.
As you can tell, I played around with the timeline a bit, moving Fulton’s submarine trials up from 1801 to 1804, the height of Napoleon’s invasion plans. The rest—the submarine itself and Bonaparte’s reaction—are taken from the historical record. For those wishing to know more about Fulton and his submarine, you can read about it in Cynthia Philip’s Robert Fulton: A Biography and Kirkpatrick Sale’s The Fire of his Genius: Robert Fulton and the American Dream. During his time in France, Fulton met Robert Livingston (Emma’s “cousin”), a New Yorker of some distinction, who served as the United States Minister to France between 1801 and 1804. As described in the novel, Fulton and Livingston teamed up to produce the steamboat, which they tested, not at Malmaison in 1804 but on the Seine in 1803. For more on Livingston, who also negotiated the Louisiana Purchase during his tenure as Minister to France, you can read about him in Frank Brecher’s Negotiating the Louisiana Purchase: Robert Livingston’s Mission to France, 1801–1804.
American feelings towards France, as demonstrated by Emma’s cousin Kort, were decidedly equivocal. Although supposedly united by republican values, Americans found the French dissolute and eyed the increasingly regal rise of Napoleon with mixed feelings. As William Chew puts it in his article, Life Before Fodor and Frommer: Americans in Paris from Thomas Jefferson to John Quincy Adams, “to the American eye, evidence of Parisian immorality appeared at every turn.” An American visiting France in 1795, a year after Emma’s arrival, referred to it as the “seat of luxury and dissipation.” They disapproved of both the Frenchwomen’s scanty attire and their tendency to meddle in politics. As always, biographies and letters provide the truest sense of opinion at the time, including those of that quintessential New York Knickerbocker Washington Irving, who wrote vividly of his travels in France.
My own New York heroine, Emma Morris Delagardie, was inspired by two very different historical characters (both of whom happened to be named Eliza): Eliza Monroe and Eliza de Feuillide. Eliza Monroe came over to France with her father, James Monroe, during his tenure as American Minister to France (1794–1796). Enrolled by her parents in Mme. Campan’s school for young ladies, Eliza became lifelong friends with Hortense de Beauharnais, daughter of Josephine Bonaparte by her first marriage. Portraits of Hortense and her brother Eugene still hang at the Monroe house, Ash Lawn.
If Eliza Monroe provided the beginning of Emma’s story, Eliza de Feuillide gave me the next step. Jane Austen’s first cousin, Eliza Hancock, married a French “nobleman” (the title was do
dgy), Jean Francois de Feuillide, whose primary passion turned out to be the drainage of his estate near Nerac. Like my Emma, Eliza de Feuillide was fashionable and witty—and was left in Paris while her husband focused his attention and her dowry on the drainage of Le Marais. My information on de Feuillide comes from Deirdre Le Faye’s Jane Austen’s Outlandish Cousin: The Life and Letters of Eliza de Feuillide.
While that particular house party at Malmaison was my own invention, Josephine’s country house and the tensions within the Bonaparte clan were very real. As described in the novel, Hortense, Josephine’s daughter by her first marriage, had been married off to Napoleon’s younger brother, Louis, in the hopes of providing an heir to the Bonaparte dynasty. The marriage was a disaster. By the summer of 1804, when Napoleon seized the imperial crown, it was becoming increasingly possible that Hortense’s matrimonial sacrifice had been for nothing, as Napoleon’s family urged him to set the barren Josephine aside and take a younger and better-connected wife. For more on the Bonapartes’ private lives, at Malmaison and elsewhere, there are a host of books to choose from, including Theo Aronson’s Napoleon and Josephine: A Love Story, Evangeline Bruce’s Napoleon and Josephine: The Improbable Marriage, Andre Castelot’s Napoleon, and Christopher Hibbert’s Napoleon: His Wives and Women. For more on my favorite of the Bonaparte clan, Hortense de Beauharnais, you can read about Hortense in her own words in her memoirs or in Constance Wright’s biography, Daughter to Napoleon.
While the specific masque performed in this novel may have been a fiction, amateur theatricals were very much a part of life at Malmaison. The Bonapartes were all theatre mad, so much so that Napoleon had a complete theatre erected on the grounds of Malmaison in 1802 for the family’s amateur theatricals. The inaugural performance was Barber of Seville, with Hortense as Rosina. As Peter Hicks describes in his Napoleon and the Theatre, Napoleon commissioned plays for his pet theatre and brought in the famous actor Talma to direct them—although one imagines that nothing quite like Whittlesby’s masque ever graced the stage.
Acknowledgments
This book goes out to Jenny Davis and Liz Mellyn, the other two thirds of the Triumvirate of Terror. Thank you for being my friends, as well as Eloise’s, and for always giving the very best advice. Cambridge wouldn’t have been Cambridge without you.
Huge hugs to Claudia Brittenham, for being my first and best reader; to Nancy Flynn, for Pony Post Wednesdays; and to Brooke, for being Brooke. To Mutt and Jeff (aka Kristen Kenney and Jen Chen) for evenings at Alice’s; to Abby Vietor, for afternoons at Gotham; to Sarah Camp, for elegant outings; and to the entire Crawford family (and Catharine), for the best book tour weekend ever.
Thanks go to Tasha Alexander and Deanna Raybourn, the best book tour buddies any author could desire. (Our plan for world domination commences! Oh, wait. Did I say that out loud?) And to Sarah MacLean, my favorite book release sister—tiaras become us, my dear.
Thank you, parents, for putting up with me; Joe Veltre, for advising me; Erika Imranyi and Danielle Perez, for editing me; Erin Galloway, Jamie McDonald, Liza Cassity, Dora Mak, and the rest of the gang at Dutton/NAL, for doing all those magical things you do; and everyone on the website and Facebook, for distracting me when I need it—and sometimes when I don’t.
Last but not least, to James Ratcliffe. I promised you a sentence, but you deserve a paragraph.
About the Author
The author of eight previous Pink Carnation novels, Lauren Willig received a graduate degree in English history from Harvard University and a J.D. from Harvard Law School, though she now writes full-time. Willig lives in New York City.
FB2 document info
Document ID: 26f85ba2-ce74-4550-85ab-86f338016473
Document version: 1
Document creation date: 18 February 2012
Created using: FictionBook Editor Release 2.6 software
Document authors :
frenky_m
Document history:
1.0 — создание файла
About
This file was generated by Lord KiRon's FB2EPUB converter version 1.1.5.0.
(This book might contain copyrighted material, author of the converter bears no responsibility for it's usage)
Этот файл создан при помощи конвертера FB2EPUB версии 1.1.5.0 написанного Lord KiRon.
(Эта книга может содержать материал который защищен авторским правом, автор конвертера не несет ответственности за его использование)
http://www.fb2epub.net
https://code.google.com/p/fb2epub/