The executioner and his men had seized her and forced her into a kneeling position, so that her throat was resting on the lower half of the circular hole; the board was fitted over her neck, imprisoning her.

She closed her eyes. ‘Farewell, my love,’ she murmured. ‘Try to find some happiness in this life, for you have long to live, I trust. Farewell, my little ones, and do not grieve, my dearest, for what you have done … I know they made you do it; and when you are old enough to understand, I want you to forget …’

‘Farewell, life … Farewell, France … Farewell …’

The great knife had descended.

Then the executioner lifted that bloody and once lovely head.

‘Long live the Republic!’ he cried; and those who had been unable to see because the press of people was so great knew that the moment had come. Marie Antoinette of Austria and Lorraine, widow of Louis, one time King of France, was dead.


Author’s Note

Few people maintain an attitude of impartiality towards Marie Antoinette. At the time of her death she was compared with Messalina and Agrippina. Later, on the return of the Monarchy, she became the ‘martyred Queen’, and was spoken of almost as a saint. Neither extreme is, of course, the true picture.

When I set out to find this, at first it seemed to me that there emerged from my research a not very intelligent woman, concerned chiefly with glorifying her own dainty charms in which she delighted, careless, light-hearted, pleasure-loving, almost stupid in her failure to see the looming shadow of revolution, yet generous and good-hearted – a very ordinary human being.

But the fascination of Marie Antoinette is the sudden emergence of the brave and noble woman who took the place of the frivolous one almost overnight. It is difficult to believe that the butterfly of the Trianon is the same woman who endured so stoically her sufferings in the Temple and the Conciergerie, whose thoughts were mainly for her husband and children, and who was in such deep mental and physical agony as she rode so bravely and so royally in her tumbril to the Place de la Révolution.

It has been an absorbing pleasure to try to understand this woman of dual personality, and I have been greatly helped in this by the following:M. Guizot. The History of France.G. Lenôtre. Translated by H. Noel Williams. Paris in the Revolution.Thomas Carlyle. The French Revolution.Iain D. B. Pilkington. Queen of the Trianon.Stefan Zweig. Marie Antoinette.Louis Adolphe Thiers. Translated, with notes, by Frederick Shoberl. The History of the French Revolution.Catherine Charlotte, Lady Jackson. Old Paris, Its Courts and Literary Salons.Hilaire Belloc. Marie Antoinette.J. B. Morton. The Dauphin.Nesta H. Webster. Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette Before the Revolution.Frédéric Barbey. A Friend of Marie Antoinette.Nesta H. Webster. The French Revolution.

JP.