Paris 14 th July 1789…
Near the Bastille lied a figure…Oscar François de Jarjayes…
Oscar had been seriously wounded…She had been shot at...Rosalie Chatêlet was there next to her crying...She had bent over to Oscar...
Oscar was lying on the ground, she was dying…But she wasn´t scared, because soon she would be reunited with her husband André…Her last words were “liberté…fraternité…égalité!” After saying those words, she closed her eyes…and then she died…
Soon after the Bastille was taken over and its prisoners were freed …Just as she had wanted…A new era was about to start…And the fall of the Bastille was the first real battle between the people and the king…The Ancient Regime soon fell and a new chapter in history would start…
But for Oscar François de Jarjayes it was the end…Or was it?
Oscar felt strange…The next thing she knew was when she woke up from her bed in her room in the middle of the night. It was her familiar room all right…She was in de Jarjayes manor…Why?
Even when it was dark, she could still see a figure standing next to her bed. “André!” she yelled out of habit without thinking any further…
“Oscar!” she heard him replying…Could it be…André?
André:“Oscar! What´s wrong?” he replied and lighted a candle beside her bed.
With her surprise, it was André…He was alive and well and…“Wait! Are we…Is this…” Oscar asked him. She was confused. André was there, but he looked…young…much younger… Why?” Is that, what happens to all dead people? They are young and healthy again?” she thought.
André:“Relax, Oscar! You are still very ill. The wound in your arm almost killed you.”
Oscar was shocked…“The wound in my…ARM!?” she yelled.
André:“What´s wrong? You behave very strangely…as if you didn´t remember…” he had noticed her strange behavior. “Maybe it was all due to her accident? She was very seriously wounded and perhaps a little confused because of it?” he wondered.
Oscar:“Remember what?! Why do you look so young? Your hair…” she looked at him…he looked more than ten years younger, his dark brown hair was still long and tied…“Come closer” Oscar told him. She saw that both of his bluish green eyes were just fine.
André was surprised by the way Oscar behaved. Now he was certain, that it was because of the shock after the accident, she did fell off…or more accurately; jumped off…the horse…“maybe she hit her head as well and lost her memory” he thought.
André:” Stay calm, I´m going to fetch the doctor.” then he rushed to the door.
Oscar:“André! Wait!” she yelled…she had no idea of what had happened, why she was here in her room and why André looked younger…but she knew that André wasn´t aware of it…So she decided to stay quiet and asked him about the circumstances…
Oscar:“André…Please, come back.” she asked him.
André came back to her and smiled. “You were yelling in your sleep…Did you have a nightmare?”
Oscar:“Yes…It must have been that. André, will you hold my hand?”
He sat on her bed and took her by the hand.
Oscar:“Please, tell me. What has happened? Tell me everything you know.”
André:“All right, Oscar…” he told her in a gentle voice…
André:“Only yesterday the dauphin wanted to ride a horse…then the horse got bolted and ran away with the dauphin on its back. Luckily, you saved her…but doing that, you hurt yourself…” André smiled, but his eyes were sad because he was worried about her. Then, he continued:“His Majesty blamed me for the accident and was about to…sentence me to death, when you came to save me” now, his eyes were full with tears:“after saving me, you collapsed. We brought you here and the doctor came to see you. You were unconscious, but luckily you opened your eyes in front of my grandma and me. We were so happy to see you…” it was getting more and more difficult for him to speak.
Oscar:“Really? And now…”
André:“Grandma went to bed, but I wanted to stay here…”
Oscar examined her body; there was no bullet holes…What was that all about? Wasn´t she just a moment ago dying? Was this Heaven? No, she didn´t think so…If this was Heaven, then surely André would have remembered…he would be older…Was that just a dream? If it was, it sure felt like a real life…
Then she examined her face and her hair…Her blond hair was shorter and her face…she couldn´t see her face, so she asked André to tell her…
Oscar:“Go ahead, tell me! What do I look like?!” she insisted.
André:“As beautiful as ever…you have a…” he was red all over and didn´t know what to say to that sudden question…so, he started to joke…“Well, there isn´t any second head, if that`s what you’re afraid of!”
That sentence cheered Oscar, and she laughed. She knew that he wanted to make her laugh, in which he had succeeded well. “Thank you, André.” she felt better already. But André was still worried…
André:“Are you feeling all right? Are you in pain? I could fetch the doctor…”
Oscar:“No!” she yelled and then stopped to think…Everything surrounding her was real…Even André was real. He was the same old André she knew…always trying to cheer her up…This wasn´t Heaven, nor a dream…But rather; this was real.
Then, all of a sudden, Oscar started to laugh. André was stunned…he didn´t know, what to say or how to react.
Oscar:“Dear God! It was just a nightmare!” she was relieved.
André:“A nightmare? Is that the reason you yelled?”
Oscar:“Yes. I had the strangest dream…no…a nightmare. I was there with you. We were…” she stopped, because she remembered that in her nightmare, they –she and André-were in love and married… for a short while they were happy, but he had died in her arms…” tears fell down on her cheeks…“much older…” she didn´t want to tell him, that he had died.
André:“why are you crying?”
Oscar:“Because the people in Paris were hungry and desperate…They were so miserable that…they had no other choice but to start…a revolution.”
André was speechless for a moment. What a terrible nightmare Oscar had seen…
Oscar smiled:” Well…It was just a nightmare! Don´t worry, I´ll be all right. You should go to sleep now.”
Oscar:“I promise you that I will sleep now. And I will not have any more nightmares.”
André stood up and walked to the door. Then he opened it…
Oscar:“André…I´m glad that you are all right!” she smiled to him.
André smiled back…“I am glad that you are all right. Good night, Oscar! Sleep tight!”
Oscar:“Good night, André.”
Then André closed the door behind him and Oscar was now alone in her room. She thought:“Thank God it was just a nightmare…Best just to forget about it.” Then she closed her eyes and fell in sleep…
To be continued…