Rebellion in Her Touch
Copyright© 2026 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 1: The House of Shadows
November 1873, Montfaucon, Burgundy, France
The last of the German infantry finally leave their garrison in Besançon. The French government has finally paid the twenty million in compensation for the disastrous war, and the German army of occupation is now being withdrawn. The humiliating defeat of the French army at Sedan; the ceding of valuable territory; and the social upheaval following the siege of Paris, are too much for old-school aristocrats like Jeanne’s father to bear. He, like many other nobles, longs for a return of the old order. However, despite the continuing efforts of the monarchists inside and outside of the new government, those days aren’t likely to return. The fledgling Third Republic is slowly exerting its authority throughout France, even though unemployment, crime and poverty remain rife.
The war not only disturbed the social order, but the loss of life was horrific. Soldiers who rush towards the imagined glory of war must accept the risk of injury or death on the battlefield. Those left behind have less choice. Many French soldiers were killed, but many more civilians died from hunger, disease, or directly from the sieges and bombardments. Jeanne’s betrothed, Jean-Paul, was one such casualty of the war. A junior officer in the Hussars, he was injured and captured on the battlefield. He later died from his wounds in a Prussian prison camp.
Jean-Paul’s parents used their influence and wealth to have his body returned to them for internment in the family crypt. After two years of bureaucratic delay, Jean-Paul’s body was exhumed and recently returned to his parents home in Besançon. The mortician did his best to present Jean-Paul’s remains in a favourable light, but Jeanne was the only one among his family and friends who could bear to look at his decomposed body. Jeanne’s fortitude in that situation is perhaps due to her late mother’s lessons in nursing the sick and infirm.
Jeanne’s friend Estelle was luckier. Her betrothed returned unharmed from the war and they were married earlier this year. Jeanne wishes she could feel happy for them, but Estelle was her closest friend. Estelle’s departure for Bordeaux with her new husband has left Jeanne with an empty feeling inside her. Jeanne knows that she’s being selfish, but Estelle and Jeanne were particularly close.
Jeanne’s own situation is now precarious. She’s nineteen years of age and she has been of marriageable age for several years. Like Estelle, Jeanne was betrothed at sixteen, which freed her from the endless social gatherings that were little more than bride auctions. Such gatherings were all but stopped while German soldiers occupied Besançon. It was bad enough that the council decreed that a third of the town’s unmarried women were to attend to the needs of those in the German barracks. Such a shameful surrender avoided conflict between the occupiers and the occupied, but at a huge cost to the women involved. Nearly all of those women have now been abandoned with a young child at her breast, or inside her belly.
Thanks to Jeanne’s social position, her own fortunes were less traumatic. However, she must now wait for her father to recover his senses, and once more peddle her charms around what remains of the social circles in which Jeanne and her father once circulated. The alternative of remaining unmarried, and becoming a governess, or entering a nunnery, are too horrible for Jeanne to contemplate.
Jeanne stares out of her bedroom window as the cool early morning light spreads over the frosty land around the château. It’s a depressing scene. In the distance, on the other side of the river, she can make out the grey roofs of Besançon. The falling leaves of autumn fill the muddy road leading away from the old château. Few people travel the road these days. The surrounding fields are untended. They’ve been left fallow for the last two seasons, waiting for more prosperous times.
The once proud home of the Baron de Montfaucon et Saône, Jeanne’s father, is a sorry shadow of its former self. The leaking roof and broken windows are only the most visible signs of decay. The few staff that had tended the château during the baron’s wartime absence have been discharged. Yvette remains, but she only comes three times a week to clean the inhabited parts of the château, and to do the laundry. Much of the baron’s wealth was lost helping to finance the war. His subsequent medical expenses only added to his woe. With the baron unable to afford more servants, Jeanne must cook their meals, and purchase supplies during her weekly visit to Besançon.
“Jeanne! Are you awake yet?” comes her father’s call from outside her bedroom door.
“Yes, papa. I’m just finishing dressing. I’ll come down to make breakfast shortly.”
Jeanne is surprised that her father is awake this early. Last night he was in a very inebriated state when he returned from the tavern, well after midnight. He was ranting and raving as though he was leading his men into battle at Metz. It’s one of several regular demons that haunt him. By all accounts his regiment fought bravely, but at a frightening human cost. Not all those injured in battle carry visible marks. Something in the baron’s mind broke. Despite the efforts of the best army physicians, the baron showed no sign of recovery after two years of treatment. As soon as the army knew of Jeanne’s modest skills at nursing, the baron was discharged from the army and placed into Jeanne’s care. Everyone had hoped that bringing him home would restore the baron to his former self, but the château holds too many ghosts of his late wife to calm his mind and dispel the demons of war.
As an only child, Jeanne feels a huge burden of responsibility on her shoulders. Before the war she was an invisible presence in the house. Her father generally ignored Jeanne while her mother, Lucille, was alive. Only after Lucille’s death did he deign to talk to his daughter. At the time Jeanne didn’t mind. The baron ensured that Jeanne received a proper education, appropriate for a fine young bourgeois lady. That included training in the proper etiquette at social gatherings. That training introduced Jeanne to Estelle, a girl her age in a situation similar to her own.
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