Jean climbed down off the wagon. It had been a last favor from his father; transport on one of his father's wagons to Paris in exchange for providing extra protection for free. It wasn't the most dignified way to arrive, but it had reduced the travel time from weeks to days. Jean supposed that the tradeoff was worth it.
He looked around. So this was Paris. It was certainly bigger than the small town where his mother lived and his father kept a house. It wasn't any cleaner, though. He barely managed to avoid stepping in something that he was just as happy to leave unidentified. Still, there was something about being in the city that made his heart beat faster and his mind to dream of better things to come. The kind offer from the Duc's private secretary had been flattering, even though he'd decided that his current finances were sufficient for his immediate purposes. First order of business: find a regiment willing to accept him. After that, he'd wander over to the club he'd heard of and see if they'd let him in the door. He'd heard that they likely would. Finally, he planned to check out the local shops and see if he could catch the eye of that lovely woman he'd seen as he'd ridden in. Fortunately, he didn't think she'd noticed him riding on the seat of that infernal wagon. (X4 becomes Jean de Beaumont and arrives in town) _______________________________________________ Banana mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.humf.su.se/mailman/listinfo/banana
