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Madame Tussaud

A Novel of the French Revolution

by Michelle Moran

Madame Tussaud
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Chapter 1
Paris
December 12, 1788

Although it is mid-December and everyone with sense is huddled near a fire, more than two dozen women are pressed together in Rose Bertin's shop, Le Grand Mogol. They are heating themselves by the handsome bronze lamps, but I do not go inside. These are women of powdered poufs and ermine cloaks, whereas I am a woman of ribbons and wool. So I wait on the street while they shop in the warmth of the queen's favorite store. I watch from outside as a girl picks out a showy pink hat. It's too pale for her skin, but her mother nods and Rose Bertin claps her hands eagerly. She will not be so eager when she notices me. I have come here every month for a year with the same request. But this time I am certain Rose will agree, for I am prepared to offer her something that only princes and murderers possess. I don't know why I didn't think of it before.
 
I stamp my feet on the slick cobblestones of the Rue Saint-Honoré. My breath appears as a white fog in the morning air. This is the harshest winter in memory, and it has come on the heels of a poor summer harvest. Thousands will die in Paris, some of the cold, others of starvation. The king and queen have gifted the city as much firewood as they can spare from Versailles. In thanks, the people have built an obelisk made entirely of snow; it is the only monument they can afford. I look down the street, expecting to see the fish sellers at their carts. But even the merchants have fled the cold, leaving nothing but the stink of the sea behind them.
 
When the last customer exits Le Grand Mogol, I hurry inside. I shake the rain from my cloak and inhale the warm scent of cinnamon from the fire. As always, I am in awe of what Rose Bertin has accomplished in such a small space. Wide, gilded mirrors give the impression that the shop is larger than it really is, and the candles flickering from the chandeliers cast a burnished glow across the oil paintings and embroidered settees. It's like entering a comtesse's salon, and this is the effect we have tried for in my uncle's museum. Intimate rooms where the nobility will not feel out of place. Although I could never afford the bonnets on these shelves - let alone the silk dresses of robin's-egg blue or apple green - I come here to see the new styles so that I can copy them later. After all, that is our exhibition's greatest attraction. Women who are too poor to travel to Versailles can see the royal family in wax, each of them wearing the latest fashions.
 
"Madame?" I venture, closing the door behind me.
 
Rose Bertin turns, and her high-pitched welcome tells me that she expects another woman in ermine. When I emerge from the shadows in wool, her voice drops. "Mademoiselle Grosholtz," she says, disappointed.
 
"I gave you my answer last month." She crosses her arms over her chest. Everything about Rose Bertin is large. Her hips, her hair, the satin bows that cascade down the sides of her dress.

"Then perhaps you've changed your mind," I say quickly. "I know you have the ear of the queen. They say that there's no one else she trusts more."
 
"And you're not the only one begging favors of me," she snaps.
 
"But we're good patrons."
 
"Your uncle bought two dresses from me."
 
"We would buy more if business was better."

This isn't a lie. In eighteen days I will be twenty-eight, but there is nothing of value I own in this world except the wax figures that I've created for my uncle's exhibition. I am an inexpensive niece to maintain. I don't ask for any of the embellishments in Le Journal des Dames, or for pricey chemise gowns trimmed in pearls. But if I had the livres, I would spend them in dressing the figures of our museum. There is no need for me to wear gemstones and lace, but our patrons come to the Salon de Cire to see the finery of kings. If I could, I would gather up every silk fan and furbelow in Rose Bertin's shop, and our Salon would rival her own. But we don't have that kind of money. We are showmen, only a little better off than the circus performers who exhibit next door.

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Excerpted from Madame Tussaud by Michelle Moran. Copyright © 2011 by Michelle Moran. Excerpted by permission of Crown, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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