She sat astride a handsomely turned-out pony, her attire a perfect small copy of an adult’s riding habit, topped with a feather-decorated hat that was completely haute couture. Anne Marie Louise, Duchesse du Montpensier—Mademoiselle de France—mesmerized him; yet withal Gaston could feel Marguerite’s smoldering anger. She had provided her husband with no children as yet; and this young child, all that remained of Marie de Montpensier, her husband’s first wife, captivated him even though—or perhaps despite—the fact that he had not laid eyes on her in nearly four years. When the carriage came to a halt, the young princess dismounted with assistance from her governess, the formidable Madame de St. Georges, daughter of his and Louis’ own governess Madame de Montglat. With slow, measured steps she walked the short distance to where her father and stepmother sat waiting. She executed a perfect court bow, inclining her head and awaiting recognition. “Rise, child,” Gaston said.
What do You think about 1636: The Cardinal Virtues?
