Elba lay close to Corsica on the map and was also Tuscany's main island. Precisely because it was so close to Tuscany, Napoleon had been able to escape while the guards watching him went to Tuscany to visit their mistresses.
When she arrived at the entrance to the botanical maze, two groups of cavalry were standing guard there.
One group was French cavalry led by Bessières and Augereau. The other was British cavalry led by Captain Nightingale. Dressed in red coats, they stood clearly separated on either side of a black-lacquered carriage, chatting in a circle.
When they saw Georgiana emerge, they all tossed away their cigarettes and mounted their horses.
What was going on?
She looked at the scene and wondered.
Just as she was about to ask, the carriage door opened—her emblem, a golden bull, was on it—and Polina was waiting inside, looking very impatient.
"Come on, we're waiting for you," Polina said.
She climbed into the carriage blankly and found Dermide inside as well. Mother and son sat on the sofa opposite Georgiana, and there was not a single "guardian" in the carriage.
Come to think of it, she had had her own carriage in Belgium too. It was only after arriving in Paris that this right had been taken from her.
"Remember to come pick me up tomorrow," Polina said, stroking Dermide's head. He had the same blond hair as his father.
Her feelings toward Dermide suddenly became complicated.
Napoleon was mourning his brother-in-law, but the others did not see it that way.
Severus had once told Pomona that mercy was a right reserved for the victors.
When James Potter had hung him up and humiliated him, he had not begged James to spare him. Besides, even if he had spoken, would James, who was "punishing