Claude Angie "Revelation by Elohim. The Mystery of Diana de’Poitier"

Diane de Poitiers is marrying a man 40 years her senior. Soon her husband dies. «Rejoice!» – exclaimed the witch at the sight of the born girl. She will rule everyone! She rises to the top of the world! But a secret conspiracy threatens her life and the life of the king! In mortal combat, the enemy is defeated, but it costs her everything! Abandoned by everyone, on the brink of death, she reveals a secret. A terrible prediction is coming true! But is this the end?

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Having experienced an almost awe-inspiring bliss from the realization of one’s own beauty! She put on a headdress and gloves, and her image was completely complete. The headpiece was studded with beautiful stones and blue iridescent feathers, and the look was completed with beautiful sapphire earrings that made her white face even whiter, as if it were made of beautiful marble.

Her eyes sparkled like stars inВ the sky. Once again, looking at herself inВ the mirror, she proudly threw her head up. She was great and she knewВ it!

Yes, Your Majesty, IВ followed your advice!

And she had toВ admit that she was even grateful toВ him for itВ now!

The war between the two ladies

But, their relationship was not long. Francis was very careless, and Poitiers was too cold, he thought. And if at first, he liked it. Then, inВ the end, not being aВ man ofВ deep thoughts and feelings, this cold beauty ofВ Poitiers simply bored him. Being aВ lover ofВ women, he quickly cooled down towards Poitiers.

One day, while walking with her through the avenues ofВ the palace, he toldВ her.

My dear, how beautiful youВ are.

You are undoubtedly aВ fragrant, blossoming rose.

But, IВ picked such aВ beautiful, unopenedВ bud!

That IВ am incredibly captivated byВ his scent.

IВ hope you will forgive me for such weakness and rightly you will not be angry. He finished smiling, pleased with his poetic comparisons and with himself.

After kissing her hand, he walked away. He was still humming toВ himself, out ofВ habit. She, ofВ course, understood everything! With these words, the king told her that he had found aВ new lady, whom he was carried away once again. He undoubtedly offended Poitiers very much, calling her inВ aВ poetic form older than his new passion, comparing it with aВ blossoming rose, and aВ new passion with aВ bud. Saying at the same time that his new passion is younger than Poitiers.

IВ wonder who is this bud ofВ yours? Your majesty. Snorting contemptuously, Poitiers thought.

The bud was Madame de Tamp. Poitier, knowing who it was, curled her lips, pursed them and snorted contemptuously like aВ thoroughbred horse.

So you think I’m old?! Your majesty. Poitiers thought as she watched the retreating king.

And I’m not talking about you at all, your majesty!

Disgusting, bow-legged old man! She added.

Squinting evil eyes, pursing and curling his lips even tighter. Feeling how everything inside her boils, with anger. Thinking ofВ aВ king who was far from young and much older than Poitiers herself. If the gaze could kill, then the retreating figure ofВ the king would fall dead!

She snorted with even greater relish, narrowing her eyes, and they flashed with unkind fire.

The bud was aВ young and rather attractive Mademoiselle de Tempe. She was really good, as Diana pointed out. Seeing this beautiful, blond girl. Her corset seemed toВ be tightened so tightly that she was probably carrying snuff with her, Poitier thought toВ herself. Afraid, at any moment she would faint from lack ofВ air. Diana thought with aВ chuckle.

De Tamp was as white as only blondes. With a thin, as if transparent, with a pink tint and a slight blush of youth itself, the skin. They disliked their friend’s arcs at first sight.

But, the war, which was dubbed В«The War ofВ the Two Ladies,В» started de Tamp, who was 10В years younger than Poitiers. And so her adherents began toВ talk about the faded beauty ofВ Poitiers. Even poets and artists took part inВ this strife.

Diana was called aВ witch at court. Because, despite her years, she was surprisingly good. And even the younger maidens next toВ her looked very faded. They said about her that she knows the secret ofВ some ointments and remedies. Especially infuriated byВ these rumors the Duchess de Tamp, who considers herself the first beauty. The fruit ofВ this hatred became silly rhymes, pamphlets inВ which poets from her camp ridiculed Diane de Poitiers. Calling her: В«Toothless and hairless, an old horse and aВ mushroom, which owes its appearance only toВ cosmetics.В» On the instructions ofВ de Tamp, more than one disgusting pamphlet offending Diana was written.

The pamphlets wrote: В«Women cannot be reborn. Because those whom time has chosen toВ use, along with time, go out ofВ use. Painted bait does not attract game. And even if you bought everything aВ woman needs. IВ would not have achieved what IВ wanted from aВ lover, because for love you have toВ be alive! And you are dead! This, undoubtedly, was completely untrue, and not as it could not harm Diana.

Because she looked no older than de Tamp herself, even though she was much older in years. Moreover, Poitiers could not be called a painted doll, since she used very little cosmetics. All this, of course, was a lie! Because Diana was undoubtedly beautiful. And these pamphlets only angered Poitiers terribly. She had no intention of forgetting or forgiving de Tamp. She swore to herself, to avenge the filth for the dirty trick! Poitier’s answer was not long in coming. Poets, in the Poitiers camp, and there were very few of them. They wrote response pamphlets to de Tamp «About too tightly tightened de Tamp’s corset and too out of proportion to the head. Its imperfect skull resembles an elongated egg. «The entire courtyard was divided into two camps. So the artist Primaticchio, all the time painted the Duchess de Tamp. His paintings were adornments of the royal gallery. And Benvenuto Cellini chose the beautiful Diana as a model. So, the war of poets and artists has begun! Which was full of barbs and comparisons, cleverly hidden in poetry, but so clearly hinting at this or that lady. War of two beauties!

Prince

Diana, having lost the king’s favor. She was practically alone in the circle of not many supporters. Whereas de Tempe, being the king’s favorite. She had the disposition of most of the courtiers. Her supporters caught her every word. Admiring her talents and beauty. Throwing in the direction of Poitiers malicious taunts and derision. But, Poitiers passing by the crowd of courtiers and hearing nasty things say in her back, did not even raise an eyebrow. They spoke deliberately so loudly that she could hear. Openly taunting her.

And then one morning Diana was walking in the garden. Not in a very good mood. The headdress on her head, as always, interfered with her. He didn’t want to stay on her head. Diana, in turn, simply could not stand them. This morning she was very annoyed, and the headdress disturbed her especially. Poitiers corrected him endlessly. She tugged at him somehow awkwardly; trying to correct him again and accidentally tore him up. The beads and precious stones sewn to it came off and rolled down into the grass like a hail.

Oh damn it! She swore inwardly.

She didn’t have the funds for new gems right now. Therefore, looking around like a thief and not noticing anyone nearby, she sank down to the grass, crouching down. And-oh-horror! She took off her glove and began to look for precious stones in the grass, collecting them. Hoping to later give them back to the seamstress, carried away by this occupation. Suddenly I heard a voice behind my back. The voice belonged to a man.

Have you lost something, madam? He asked.

She froze inВ horror.

Oh my god! She was scared.

She climbs with her hand inВ the grass, and there is no glove on her hand!

It was all the height ofВ indecency!

Unworthy behavior ofВ aВ lady ofВ her position!

And now they’ll definitely call her a redneck!

And the vile de Tamp will write another vile pamphlet. This is undoubtedly! Diana thought about all this, frightened. She slowly and not boldly turned her head to the voice, remaining to sit over the flower bed. And she saw a handsome young man towering over her. He was a little dark and dark-haired. He looked at her with attentive eyes, black as night. He was dressed relatively simply, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps this young man came with someone’s retinue. Accompany some noble and wealthy courtier. So with de Tamp, he may not know. He smiled sweetly at her when he saw her frightened and confused look. She answered him awkwardly with an embarrassed smile.

He repeated the question.

Madam, have you lost something?

Oh, she replied, naively.

Pebbles fell off my headdress.

IВ tugged at it awkwardly and they fell into the grass. She finished naively, smiling wider atВ him.

Can IВ help you? He simply answered. And without waiting for her answer, he sat down next toВ her, began toВ diligently collect pebbles, swarming inВ the grass.

Seems like everything. He said, handing her all the pebbles he had collected.

She held out her little dirt-stained pen. Businesslike before this, brushing off his soiled hand on his other hand. He silently watched her actions. Seeing this, his eyebrows went up slowly. She smiled at him even wider and took the pebbles, busily putting them inВ aВ bag and putting on gloves, as if nothing had happened.

Oh! Thank God! Poitiers thought. It turned out toВ be this sweet young man, and not someone else. And nobody will know anything!

What are you doing here? She began the conversation with aВ question, so as not toВ be silly not toВ be silent.

IВ write poetry. Simple, he replied.

Poems? Poitiers was surprised, looking at the young man with interest and more closely.

What about you? He answered, question toВ question.

I haven’t seen you here before.

However, IВ only recently returned, he added.

You must have appeared inВ my absence.

She looked at him with interest.

So you’ve been at court long enough? Here in Paris? She asked the following question.

Well, you could say long enough. Smiling, he answered.

Oh yes, and how do you find it here? She asked.

He put on aВ sour expression, smiling. The answer is simple.

Pretty boring.

She laughed loudly.

You’re joking right!

You’re bored in the funniest place in all of France!

He gave her aВ big smile, enjoying her amusement.

So you write poetry? She continued.

Yes, he replied. Suddenly becoming serious.

Would you like toВ read it toВ you? He asked suddenly.

Yes, ofВ course, Poitiers answered with interest.

He read the verse. It was about aВ butterfly and aВ rose. Diana listened intently toВ him. He finished reading.

Well, how do you like it? He asked. You like?

Yes, she answered honestly. You definitely have aВ good syllable.

But IВ think they seem toВ be missing something. Something IВ think is important. She added, thoughtfully.

What then? He asked with interest.

She continued just as thoughtfully, looking into the distance.

You see a flower and a butterfly, its gentle flutter. But, you don’t look further, deeper. To the very depth.

AВ month will pass and the rose will wither. And this butterfly will also die, its time is short. She spoke, still thoughtfully. Moving your gaze toВ the beautiful rose. She was silent, for aВ moment, and as if breathing air with aВ slight smile, she added.

But, the next year will come and the rose will be reborn and bloom. And the butterfly will also flutter over the rose. She finished speaking. IВ looked him straight inВ the eyes; they were the depth ofВ the ocean. IВ would say this:

В«Two roses will lie at the foot ofВ the marble.

Butterflies will fly up toВ them carelessly.

Is it too early for us toВ despair?

We will be foreverВ»!

She finished smiling. Her eyes seemed toВ sparkle with genuine joy. The young man looked at her with his black, pensive eyes and was silent. He was very serious. Finally, he spoke. Slowly not taking his eyes offВ her.

Yes, you’re right. I think I understand. Something was really missing.

She suddenly remembered that she had toВ go aВ long time ago. Find the old widow, inВ whose retinue she was still aВ member. She completely forgot about her, carried away byВ aВ conversation with aВ youngВ man.

Forgive me, but IВ need toВ leave you. She toldВ him.

I’ll show you. The young man answered.

She said she seemed to be lost and could not find the old widow she was a member of. She said the lady’s name and he laughed.

Ah, this is that old owl-like lady who loves jewelry so much. He said smiling.

She laughed heartily, amused.

So you noticed the similarities too. She sang inВ her beautiful voice, continuing toВ laugh. And this is exactly what Poitiers called the old widow.

Yes, he replied, laughing inВ turn. Getting infected with her laughter andВ fun.

IВ think IВ saw her. Come, IВ will take you, if you will, and he gallantly offered her his hand.

And they walked slowly down the alley, talking about poetry. Diana suddenly saw the hated Mademoiselle de Tamp. Diana stopped and her brows slowly drew together on the bridge ofВ her nose. He also stopped, looking inВ the direction ofВ Poitiers, that is, at de Tamp. She turned her head and looked at him and suddenly asked.

Don’t you find this lady very beautiful?

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