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Chapter 15: Marie Boiur

Marion watched Indy slump to the ground. The sword fell from her hand. She shot over and dropping to his side, leaning over him. He was still breathing but a small group of men calmly walked in. They had guns but none of them aimed at her. One of the men stepped forward.

'Votre Altesse, par ordre du roi, tu es pour retourner à Versailles avec nous.'

Of course Abner ordered she returned to Versailles. Marion glared at them and stood up. She moved forward, stepping in front of Indy. 'Et si ji devais refuser?'

The man waved his hand and another one of the men pointed his gun at Indy. 'Puis le Doctuer Jones serait mis à mort.'

They'd execute Indy if she didn't go. The bastards would really do it. And there was little she could do about it. Marion closed her eyes. 'Pas mal. Donnez-moi juste le temps de dire au revoiur.'

'Comme vous voulez.'

Marion walked over to Indy, pulling a small slip of paper and a pen from the bench she passed. She knelt down gently rolled Indy onto his back. Moving quickly, Marion wrote on the notepaper. Sliding that into his hand, Marion stroked Indy's face and leaned down, kissing him. She knew he'd come after her. She was just letting him know where to go.

But she wasn't letting her father have the Psalms back.

~NQM~

Indy's head swum but he immediately forced himself up onto his knees. He remembered what had happened and looked around anxiously. He jumped to his feet, somewhat unsteadily. The room swayed around him.

'Marion?'

No answer. Goddamnit! They'd taken her. He was going to…well, first he had to calm down or he'd be no use. Indy took a deep breath. As he focused on calming, he noticed there was something clenched in his fist. He looked down and opened his hand.

There was a small slip of paper with a short message in Marion's handwriting: "Go and see Marie Boiur". Marie Boiur? He'd heard of her, of course, mostly when he was at Sorbonne. She was the richest, most sought after woman in Paris. She was also a recluse.

There may have been a reason for that.

Indy walked into the bedroom and grabbed the rest of his stuff. As he picked up his pack, he noticed it was a bit heavier than the last time he picked it up. Curious, Indy opened it and pulled out the book. He grinned. Marion had left the Royal Psalms with him. His sweet girl wasn't just a pretty face.

Although she certainly was that.

Indy looked in the corner of the room. Le Sabre de Beaumont was sitting there. She clearly wanted Abner to be as clueless about her abilities as he always had been. Indy walked over and picked the sword up.

'I'm coming, honey.'

Paris, France

Indy stepped out of the plane and looked around. The place hadn't changed all that much since he'd last been here. Indy walked along the pier. Now his problem would be finding a way to see Marie Boiur.

'Indiana Jones?'

Indy turned and stopped. Or not so hard. The woman in question was approaching him. He'd seen pictures of her but they, it seemed, hardly did her justice. Taken or not, Indy knew a gorgeous woman when he saw one. And this woman had been gifted with looks to make any advertisement model envious.

'That's me,' Indy said. 'You're Marie Boiur, aren't you?'

'I am.' Marie walked over. 'When Abner forced Marion back into Versailles, we knew you'd be paying Paris a little visit.'

Indy frowned. 'I'm missing something here, aren't I?' He scrutinised her as he thought back on the time he'd known Abner. He quickly remembered what Kamau had said about it. 'Oh…right. You're the one that Abner took into confidence?'

Marie smiled and nodded. 'More fool him. He believed that Eugene le Boiur-Chevalier was an ancestor of mine. He's only a handful of generations off. I'm Eugene's daughter and his firstborn child, which is how I'm still here. My papa was known then as the Guillotine Robber.'

'The man the Scarlet Pimpernel was based on?' Indy asked.

'Exactly.' Marie nodded. 'I met the Baroness Orczy and told her the story. She wrote it into the book, changing a few details because the real ones didn't suit the story she wanted to write.' She chuckled. 'She didn't understand how a French Aristocrat could be the Scarlet Pimpernel when they were the ones who were getting beheaded.'

Indy nodded his head. 'And that was why Abner decided to trust you.'

'Oui.' Marie gestured and then started leading Indy across to a yellow Delahaye she had parked outside the pier. 'He thought, because of my lineage, that I would help him. And he still thinks so.'

'Why?' Indy asked.

'I'm a woman of my word. I said I'd help.' Marie grinned. 'But I never said who.'

Indy chuckled. 'Technicalities will get you every time.' He looked over at her. 'You're the one that taught Marion?'

'How to be a woman and how to fight, oui.' Marie climbed in behind the wheel. 'With the lot in life she's got, she needs to know as much about survival as she can learn.'

'What about Leo?' Indy asked. 'He seemed to know all this stuff. I know you told Kamau, but did you tell him too?'

'I told all of them.' Marie gestured to the passenger seat. 'Get in. We have to work out what to do about Abner and that moron he's dragged in. The others are waiting for us at le Mansion de Boiur.'