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Each of us in the Tuileries lived inside very clear territories, whether it was the Empress or I. I could only be in the kitchens, for example, to leave my dish and spoon or to pick them up. I ran a narrow series of stairs from the eaves to the lower levels, and this path never took me through the royal apartments. Though I lived in the Tuileries Palace, I felt that I lived in a small room with a narrow stairs that led to a larger room full of gowns and furs. Not the palace at all, but something like a rabbit warren, dark and too warm.
In November the Emperor and Empress went for a month to Compiègne, in Pierrefonds. The royals invited the best of European society to join them there for a week of hunting, a hundred guests per week. A few, such as the Princess Metternich, stayed the month. Some of the imperial household staff went with them, but many did not. It was usual to have the month off for most of us. So it was with some surprise that I found myself being spoken to as I was pushing an enormous sapphire silk gown down into a trunk to send to a girl in Rouen who was the next in line for the Empress’s castoffs.
I looked up.
The speaker was the Empress’s own chamberlain, and I came to understand that he was asking me, or telling me, that I was needed to go to Compiègne. The girl who normally would have gone had taken ill, which in the palace usually meant she was with child. I’d been chosen to replace her there.
He paused here, and then, indicating the scarf over my mouth, said, Take that off at once. It will frighten her. And you can’t wear it in the palace; it isn’t the uniform.
I quickly untied it, put it in my pocket, and pressed my hand against it for luck.
The chamberlain indicated I was to follow him. We went out of the cedar rooms of the palace basement, and as we approached the door to the royal apartments, I felt a faint terror, as if I might be burned. The chamberlain’s movements were clockwork mechanical, a sort of stiff, persistent staccato energy drove him, and yet, as he reached out for the door’s handle, he lunged a little, as if he’d held his breath while below.
An incredible light spread up from the bottom of the door as it swung open, and he dissolved in it briefly. He held the door for me, waiting as I also went through.
I walked out into the apartments of the palace and then stopped short as the impossible brightness of the mirrors flashing from the Paris morning sunlight replaced the cellar dark. The door closed behind me and my heart began to pound in my chest.
The chamberlain, already off in the distance, turned back to see me still by the door and gave me a severe glance, his left eyebrow raised, waving rigorously for me to hurry. The brightness here was like a tunnel also, and finding my senses, I moved toward his dark figure at the center of it, following him to where I would serve next.
Until then, for having so much of what I wanted, I had not considered just how I was not free.
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As we walked, it seemed to me the light came from the Empress, as if around the turns of the halls in the rooms ahead she sat glowing, an unearthly radiance emerging from her like the figures in the paintings I passed. I remember the first room I entered was barnacled in green and gold, with an enormous mirror that ran the length of the wall on my right and reflected the gardens visible outside through the long, thin windows along the left. It looked as if I could walk through to another garden there, and as I ran by, I caught sight of myself and slowed, looking and then looking away. It was as if I’d never known myself, who or what I was, and I stared not so much at myself as I did at the series of strange details there that resembled what I knew of me. My face seemed to have changed shape; my eyes seemed some new color. And I was thin, very thin, too like the shadow I had fancied myself to be. The chamberlain glanced back, and I smiled at him anxiously, pulling my dress into place as if it could be made more presentable. The mirror image of me marched beside me and I found I listened for its footsteps.
The second room was red, and there were mirrors to the ceiling and paintings of men and women in mythic tableaux, all unfamiliar to me. The chamberlain stopped there and gave me whispered instructions on the presentation, how it was to be quick, that I would remain in the basement wardrobe service when I returned, but that after the presentation I was to be measured for the uniform I would wear in Compiègne. I wasn’t to address her or ask questions but only respond to any question she might direct at me.