We discover hell in all its forms: deprivation, humiliation, anguish of uncertainty, ongoing monitoring, the terrors cruelly distilled, heartbreak of a family gradually separated from each other.
We discover, amid all the terrifying range of human vices, the glow of those who keep their dignity, particularly among some jailers.
We discover a Louis XVI who commands admiration by his lucid serenity, courage, endurance and kindness foolproof, whose strength seems to be rooted in his resignation to the sacrifice. Poor Sovereign, that became the Imperial.
We discover a Marie Antoinette pretty lady, almost sleepwalking suffering, which seems to pull its remaining vitality in the love of his family.
Very complementary witnesses, the eye of confidant valet, that of the confessor, and that of the teenage princess. The first is alongside Louis XVI every day, the second assists in his last moments until the guillotine Place de la Concorde, the last, which will survive in these walls to her father, then her mother, her aunt, and his little brother testifies of family relationships.
We admire the way the guts of Clery and refractory priest who consciously took great risks by agreeing to perform these services.
Testimonials so fascinating that describe life within these walls - the purpose is not to comment on the events unfolding outside - that the reader is there too confined, and as facing these emotions and pressures extremes.