Tag: Marceau French Historical Fiction
“Maurice…these are the times we live in. Someone like you has to marry and have children. It is very much expected by your family and society as a whole. There is no freedom to be your true self. My apologies, you must know that marriage is an obligation for the very rich who can afford raising a family,” said Guillaume. Maurice sighed. Excerpt from Chapter One of Marceau, French Historical Fiction #histfic
Maurice closed the door to his study and placed his lengthy will on his desk. He wanted to read each clause carefully as he knew that this was the only time he would have. He had to decide the provisions for Henri and now Max – a total stranger to him — unknowing if he would be worthy of a son in the future. At least Henri has turned out responsible and a son he could trust. He knew he was having trouble recognizing Max as his son based on the fact that he remained uncertain of his paternity. He made an enquiry to the Head Master at Trinity about this young man and looked for a reply among the stacks of correspondence left on his desk. He also felt he needed to provide something for him at least in honor of Marguerite whom he knew had remained faithful to him and his family these many years. He found the handwritten reply from the HeadMaster at bottom of the pile. He opened the letter and read it.
I found the urgency of your letter sent via messenger. I find your relation to this young man quite disturbing as you make no mention of your role as guardian or otherwise despite your sharing the same names and surname. Be this as it may, you should be most proud of young Maximilien as the faculty here at the University of Cambridge find him to be a genius. I took it upon myself to observe his work and found several mathematical treatises that are beyond the capability of a doctoral student and very much on par with the mental capabilities of Sir Isaac Newton. I have been most honored to find this young man brilliant and most proud of his being a student here at Cambridge.
I must also bring to your attention that I find the boy exceedingly thin. I realize his role as a sizar and I assure you that our sizars here are fed well enough. His thinness as explained to me by one of his fellow boarders is due to his fasting days at a time. The boy is often found in prayer early in the mornings outdoors facing eastward while observing planetary movements. Furthermore, I found one essay he wrote rather perplexing on the use of planetary movements as one’s clock for time measurement and upon making decisions for daily living, agriculture, and other uses. The entire essay has now become a bound book written as an almanac for his daily living. Additionally, I most definitely agree with the faculty that the boy does have a strong penchant for debate and we have found it most difficult to challenge him on his views pertaining to canonical aspects relating to our religion; considering he is able to read and translate from ancient Hebrew, Egyptian, Greek and Latin and has found translations within our protestant bible quite questionable.
All in all, the boy is a genious and we are most proud.
Dr. Norman Smith
HeadMaster, Trinity College
University of Cambridge
Excerpt from Marceau – French Historical Fiction Novel copyright 2012 #histfic #histfict #ya
“The manuscripts make no mention as to how one changes from man to spirit. I have been looking for such an answer all this time. And these are the 72 mighty Kings and Princes commanded into this vessel of brass together with their legions. Belial, Bileth, Asmoday and Gaap were the four King Chiefs. Their souls were bound into this vessel because of their pride and for no other reason”, said Max.
Excerpt from Marceau French Historical Fiction Novel copyright 2012 #Histfict #Occult #YA
Max noticed the clock sitting over the mantle to the fireplace. It was twelve midnight. He also knew that time flew by faster than he had ever known it. His days as a sizar at Cambridge were over and no more would he be working against anyone else’s clock except his own. What a wonderful feeling that was to him. He had the freedom he had never known: the freedom of time. — Excerpt from Marceau – French Historical Fiction Novel #histfic #histfict #ya