Three-Book Edition. Hilary Mantel

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      On 21 January M. Villette, who is our battalion commander now, came round and asked to see Georges urgently. Georges came out of his office. M. Villette waved a piece of paper and said, ‘Order from Lafayette. Arrest Marat, top priority. What do I do?’

      Georges said, ‘Put a cordon round the Hôtel de la Fautrière.’

      The next thing that happened was that the sheriff’s officers came again with the warrant – and a thousand men.

      Georges was in a fury. He said it was an invasion by foreign troops. The whole district turned out. Georges found the commander and walked up to him and said, ‘What the hell is the use of these troops, do you think? I’ll ring the tocsin, I’ll have Saint-Antoine out. I can put twenty thousand armed men on the streets, just like that.’ And he snapped his fingers under the man’s nose.

      ‘PUT YOUR HEAD out of the window,’ Marat said. ‘See if you can hear what Danton is saying. I’d put my own head out, but somebody might shoot it off.’

      ‘He is saying, where is that fucking battalion commander.’

      ‘I wrote to Mirabeau and Barnave.’ Marat turned to Camille his tired, gold-flecked eyes. ‘I thought they needed enlightenment.’

      ‘I expect they didn’t reply.’

      ‘No.’ He thought. ‘I renounce moderation,’ he said.

      ‘Moderation renounces you.’

      ‘That’s all right.’

      ‘Danton is sticking his neck out for you.’

      ‘What an expression,’ Marat said.

      ‘Yes, I don’t know where I pick them up.’

      ‘Why don’t they ever try arresting you? I’ve been on the run since October.’ Marat wandered around the room, pursuing a muttered monologue and scratching himself occasionally. ‘This affair could be the making of Danton. We lack good men. We could blow the Riding-School up, it would be no great loss. There are only half a dozen deputies who are any use at all. Buzot has some of the right ideas, but he’s too bloody high-minded. Pétion is a fool. I have some hopes for Robespierre.’

      ‘Me too. But, I don’t think a single measure he has proposed has ever been passed. Just to know that he supports a motion is enough to make most of the deputies vote against it.’

      ‘But he has perseverance,’ Marat said sharply. ‘And the Riding-School is not France, is it? As for you, your heart is in the right place, but you are mad. Danton I esteem. He will do something. What I should like to see – ’ he stopped, and pulled at the filthy kerchief knotted around his neck, ‘I should like to see the people dispense with the King, the Queen, the ministers, Bailly, Lafayette, the Riding-School – and I should like to see the country governed by Danton and Robespierre. And I should be there to keep an eye on them.’ He smiled. ‘One may dream.’

      GABRIELLE: It was like this for the rest of the day, our men ringing the building, Dr Marat inside, and the troops Lafayette had sent drawn up around the cordon. Georges came home to check that we were safe, and he seemed quite calm, but every time he went out on to the streets he seemed to be in a towering rage. He made a speech to the troops, he said, ‘You can stay here till tomorrow if you want, but it won’t bloody get you anywhere.’

      There was a great deal of bad language that day.

      As the morning wore on, our men and their men started talking to each other. There were regular troops, and volunteers too, and people said, after all, these are our brothers from other districts, of course they’re not going to fight us. And Camille went around saying, of course they’re not going to arrest Marat, he’s the People’s Friend.

      Then Georges went down to the Assembly. They wouldn’t let him speak at the bar of the House, and they passed a motion saying that the Cordeliers district must respect the law. He seemed to be away for hours. I just kept finding things to do. Picture it. You marry a lawyer. One day you find you’re living on a battlefield.

      ‘SO HERE ARE THE CLOTHES, Dr Marat,’ François Robert said. ‘M. Danton hopes they fit.’

      ‘Well, I don’t know,’ Marat said. ‘I was hoping to make my escape by balloon. I’ve wanted for such a long time to ascend in a balloon.’

      ‘We couldn’t get one. Not in the time we had.’

      ‘I bet you didn’t try,’ Marat said.

      After he had washed, shaved, dressed in a frock-coat, combed his hair, François Robert said, ‘Amazing.’

      ‘One was always well-dressed,’ Marat said, ‘in one’s days in high society.’

      ‘What happened?’

      Marat glowered. ‘I became the People’s Friend.’

      ‘But you could still dress normally, couldn’t you? For instance, you mention Deputy Robespierre as a patriot, and he is always wonderfully turned-out.’

      ‘There is perhaps a strain of frivolity in M. Robespierre,’ Marat said drily. ‘For myself, I have no time for the luxuries, I think of the Revolution for twenty-four hours of the day. If you wish to prosper, you will do the same. Now,’ he said, ‘I am going to walk outside, through the cordon, and through Lafayette’s troops. I am going to smile, which I admit you do not often see, and affecting a jaunty air I am going to swing this elegant walking-cane with which M. Danton has so thoughtfully provided me. It’s like a story-book, isn’t it? And then I am off to England, just until the fuss dies down. Which will be a relief to you all, I know.’

      GABRIELLE: When there was a knock at the door I didn’t know what to do. But it was only little Louise from upstairs. ‘I went out, Mme Danton.’

      ‘Oh, Louise, you shouldn’t have done that.’

      ‘I’m not frightened. Besides – it’s all over. The troops are dispersing. Lafayette has lost his nerve. And I’ll tell you a secret, Mme Danton, that M. Desmoulins told me to tell you. Marat isn’t even in there any more. He got out an hour ago, disguised as a human being.’

      A few minutes later Georges came home. That night we threw a party.

      Next day my husband went to take his seat at City Hall. There was another row. Some people tried to stop him and said he had no right to be a member of the Commune because he had no respect for law and order. They said that in his own district he was acting like a king. They said a lot of terrible things about Georges at that time – that he was taking money from the English to stir up the Revolution and that he was taking money from the Court not to make the Revolution any worse. One day Deputy Robespierre came, and they talked about who was slandering Georges. Deputy Robespierre said he shouldn’t feel he was alone. He brought a letter from his brother Augustin, from Arras, which he gave to Georges to read. It seemed that people in Arras were saying Robespierre was a godless man who wanted to kill the King – which absolutely can’t be true, because I’ve never met a more mild-mannered human being. I felt sorry for him; they had even printed in what Georges calls ‘the royalist rags’ some stupid claim that he was descended from Damiens, the man who tried to kill the old King. They deliberately spell his СКАЧАТЬ