Death Rides A Rotting Horse
by Lee McAulay
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DEATH RIDES A ROTTING HORSE
Water, flowing down the cascade of the formal gardens at Versailles: it kept the air moist on even the hottest days of summer. The music of its movement played tricks on the ear. Under the spreading trees it sang like leaftop birds; in the arcades of the folly, chattered like a gossip behind her fluttering fan. Edmond d'Archiac would have preferred to have it silenced.
Frivolity, he thought as he watched the garden party guests of King Louis XV playing amongst the fountains. Perhaps it was envy. He clutched the portfolio of documents to his chest and scanned the revellers for the man he was here to see. Beside him, an Iroquois manservant in full court dress stood waiting for his instructions.