Post by vinlander on Feb 24, 2021 19:14:42 GMT
Auguste Balls got out of the carriage that had brought him from the family home in Meaux and was immediately hit by the smell of Paris. He raised a scented handkerchief to his nose as the driver lowered his luggage from the back of the vehicle.
Balls gave the driver a few coins and convinced him to drag the baggage to the inn his elder brother Basquiat had recommended. Below, it was a tavern called the Bishop's Mitre and above, there were rooms. Balls would stay there only a night or two. As soon as he could buy a house suitable to a new practitioner of the law, he would move on. Meanwhile, Basquiat had said the scullery maid Terese was skilled at a great many things that had nothing to do with scullery. Basquiat would know; as the first son, all the ladies threw themselves at the scion of such a wealthy family. Of course, that was balanced out by the second son, Patanque, who gave his life to the church and who had not been with a woman even in a socially acceptable situation in a few years. He feared the lust they generated in him.
Auguste smiled. As son number three, he was at liberty to do as he liked. "Three and free" he liked to say. And his one passion was the law. He had come to Paris to be an instrument of the King's justice -- what could be better than righting wrongs, punishing the guilty and pocketing a fee all at the same time?
Balls gave the driver a few coins and convinced him to drag the baggage to the inn his elder brother Basquiat had recommended. Below, it was a tavern called the Bishop's Mitre and above, there were rooms. Balls would stay there only a night or two. As soon as he could buy a house suitable to a new practitioner of the law, he would move on. Meanwhile, Basquiat had said the scullery maid Terese was skilled at a great many things that had nothing to do with scullery. Basquiat would know; as the first son, all the ladies threw themselves at the scion of such a wealthy family. Of course, that was balanced out by the second son, Patanque, who gave his life to the church and who had not been with a woman even in a socially acceptable situation in a few years. He feared the lust they generated in him.
Auguste smiled. As son number three, he was at liberty to do as he liked. "Three and free" he liked to say. And his one passion was the law. He had come to Paris to be an instrument of the King's justice -- what could be better than righting wrongs, punishing the guilty and pocketing a fee all at the same time?