Post by jacques on Jan 28, 2021 21:58:53 GMT
Jumping down from his seat on the well loaded wagon Henri called up to the driver, "Merci Monsieur Bardot, I wish you well in your business dealings here in Paris."
"You are quite welcome Henri. It has been a pleasure having your company these past few days. I also am grateful for the opportunity to have provided this small favor to you and your family. Should your adventures here in Paris disappoint you should come home to Burgundy; I can always use a man I can trust."
"Thank you for your gracious offer, but the trades are not for me. I want to make a mark and gain recognition, perhaps even from The King himself."
"Oh to once again experience the dreams of a young man. There was a time I was to be a fierce yeoman ascending to the aristocracy due to my incredible valor. Well you see now that dream led to my ass sitting on this wagon bench behind two farting mules."
"Ha ha ha, I know my dreams may be foolish but if they are never followed then they will be eternally regretted. Who would choose such a fate?"
"You are quite right my young friend. Youth is the time when you should try to make your dreams come true. Indulge my curiosity, what will be the first few steps toward your world wide fame and glory?"
"For tonight a cheap meal and a cheaper bed. Tomorrow I shall try to secure a loan, then buy some clothes of the current fashion. Looking as though my clothes are as old as they actually are will NOT propel me forward in society."
"I have heard tell of a merchant named Durant, I think he sells clothes to the society folk. Perhaps his salon is what you want. Well, I need to get this wagon locked up and these mules bedded down before dark so I must be on my way. Once you are a rich man buy Burgundy wine and hire me to haul it to your Parisian chateau. I will provide you with my expert critique of your cellars for free, once I have sampled every vintage."
"Consider yourself hired in advance. Au revoir. Thank you once again for this good start to my adventure - gaseous mules and all."
Monsieur Bardot slapped the reigns and his wagon rattled on down the street leaving Henri with a fading sight of his last connection to his former home. 'Former is right' thought Henri, 'Time to get started creating my new home...'.
"You are quite welcome Henri. It has been a pleasure having your company these past few days. I also am grateful for the opportunity to have provided this small favor to you and your family. Should your adventures here in Paris disappoint you should come home to Burgundy; I can always use a man I can trust."
"Thank you for your gracious offer, but the trades are not for me. I want to make a mark and gain recognition, perhaps even from The King himself."
"Oh to once again experience the dreams of a young man. There was a time I was to be a fierce yeoman ascending to the aristocracy due to my incredible valor. Well you see now that dream led to my ass sitting on this wagon bench behind two farting mules."
"Ha ha ha, I know my dreams may be foolish but if they are never followed then they will be eternally regretted. Who would choose such a fate?"
"You are quite right my young friend. Youth is the time when you should try to make your dreams come true. Indulge my curiosity, what will be the first few steps toward your world wide fame and glory?"
"For tonight a cheap meal and a cheaper bed. Tomorrow I shall try to secure a loan, then buy some clothes of the current fashion. Looking as though my clothes are as old as they actually are will NOT propel me forward in society."
"I have heard tell of a merchant named Durant, I think he sells clothes to the society folk. Perhaps his salon is what you want. Well, I need to get this wagon locked up and these mules bedded down before dark so I must be on my way. Once you are a rich man buy Burgundy wine and hire me to haul it to your Parisian chateau. I will provide you with my expert critique of your cellars for free, once I have sampled every vintage."
"Consider yourself hired in advance. Au revoir. Thank you once again for this good start to my adventure - gaseous mules and all."
Monsieur Bardot slapped the reigns and his wagon rattled on down the street leaving Henri with a fading sight of his last connection to his former home. 'Former is right' thought Henri, 'Time to get started creating my new home...'.