Condemnation RedemptionChapter 2 f vrier 1688 Versailles
“Pardon monsieur,” came a feminine voice from behind me as I stood looking down upon the fountain and in the distance an artificial lake, really the extension of a canal, completely covered in winter’s white blanket, “But are you Christian?” Without bothering to look, I waved my hand as if shooing away a fly and replied in the aloof manner that I cultivated, “It seems to me that one’s religious propensity is a rather personal, and potentially fatal question, Mademoiselle.” Only then did I...