Miniature of Andres（1 / 7）

Edith gave some coins to the guard of prison in the abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés and saw her former idol in the cell.

Madame Roland was clearly emaciated and haggard, with even her waist-length hair appearing withered and yellowed, but still maintaining a powerless yet dignified posture that made Edith unconsciously hold her breath.

"Manon..."

"Thank you for coming to see me, Edith." Manon Roland stood up from the straw laid out on the ground for resting, her smile not revealing much agony.

Edith had intended to ask about her situation, but the desolate scene before her made her feel that any question was unnecessary.

A hawker selling newspapers and pamphlets passed by the small window of the prison, brazenly shouting about the execution and torture of this female prisoner.

"How ironic!" Madame Roland sneered, "I once personally took to the streets to call for liberty for the people, and now beneath this prison window they are calling for me to be stripped naked and nailed to the pillory!"

Edith agitatedly grabbed the iron bars of the cell, "Why didn''t you escape at the time, Manon!"

"I surrendered voluntarily," Madame Roland''s tone did not have the grandeur Edith expected, she covered her heart with her hand and murmured, "Only here can my love and my duty as a wife coexist."

Edith fell silent.

She took out the letter from her pocket: "I brought something for you. A boy from Citizen Buzot delivered it to me."

"Ah, please tell me about Buzot!" Upon hearing this name, Madame Roland''s eyes flashed with a strange, almost pathological radiance. She leaped forward and shook the bars, as if trying to break them: "His letter! His letter!"

Edith sympathetically handed over the letter: "You can read it yourself."

Manon Roland as hastily unfolded the letter with trembling hands, but after reading only a few lines, tears filled her eyes and she pressed the letter t