On view here is a round box made of tortoiseshell with gold mounting, which houses a miniature on ivory. This very qualitative miniature portrait of Louis XV, King of France is with great likelihood an original work of well-known, 18th-century French artist Jean Daniel Welper.
Jean Daniel Welper was a miniature painter to Louis XV and a drawing teacher to the King’s daughters. The greater part of Welper’s miniatures were mounted on valuable boxes and used as gifts offered to foreign diplomats.
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They were close enough that he could use the telepathic hive mind to soothe her with it, though he was still learning how to use it. The best he could do was send soothing telepathic images in the hopes that it helped her. He knew this wasn’t easy, as it wasn’t easy for him.
He was starting to feel lightheaded from what he assumed was the poison and the pain in his leg started to travel upwards. Trying his best to ignore it, he focused on what he was doing telepathically. He needed that minute to help her before continuing.
"Doctor, you can consent now," he said after some pause.
The Doctor was standing off to the side, allowing Celebus to take control. It gave him some time to go back into his thoughts and figure out what he was going to do next. The bullet being the main focus at that moment. Why one arrow and one bullet? It didn’t make sense to him and it made him want to see this actual bullet. However, that would have to wait. He couldn’t start extracting it mid wedding.
"Hmm?" He asked, looking up at them. "Oh, right! I consent and gladly give."
He picked up his mobile phone next. “Reinette, it’s your turn. You’re still on speaker.”
She could hear the distraction in the Doctor’s voice, knowing that he was thinking of a way to save Celebus. She trusted him to find the means, if not for his family, then for Louise as well. Even after all this time, she had faith in the Doctor.
"I consent and very gladly give." She said, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. It was agony not to be there to be part of this or to help her daughter.
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François Boucher - The Toilet of Venus  on Flickr.
Madame de Pompadour, the mistress of Louis XV, greatly admired Boucher and was his patroness from 1747 until her death in 1764. This famous work is one of a pair that she commissioned for the dressing room at Bellevue, her château near Paris. In 1750 she had acted the title role in a play, staged at Versailles, called The Toilet of Venus, and while this is not a portrait, a flattering allusion may well have been intended.
The bodies of the goddess of love and her cupids are soft, supple, and blond. The carved and gilded rococo sofa, the silk, velvet, and gold damask drapery, and the incense burner are heavy and elaborate enough for the Victorian era. It seems quite reasonable that this picture would have appealed to millionaire William K. Vanderbilt, who bought it in the late nineteenth century.
[Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York - Oil on canvas, 108.3 x 85.1 cm]
Assorted drawings by François Boucher, (1703-1770).
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"Reinette! You answered! Good! I don’t have much time so I need you to listen to what I’m going to say carefully. We’re safe, but something happened to Celebus." He swallowed, finding it hard to be blunt in that particular moment.. "He was…he was shot." He looked over to Celebus and Louise. He needed a moment to remember why he was even making this call because he couldn’t believe he was having this conversation. It’s the last thing he hoped for them. "By a Filorumba. It’s not good and that’s why he we need your help. He wants to marry Louise right here, right now, but we need you to give consent. I know, I know it’s rushed, but can you do that?”
”It’s…” He sucked in a breath. He didn’t even want to think about Celebus’ death right now and saying his next sentence just cemented it. “It’s his dying wish. He wants Louise to live a proper life without shame.”
Her mind was whirling as she was given a plethora of information. Her mind first focusing on Celebus’ condition. She had not spoken to the boy over much, trusting Louise’s decision and heart. Both women were alike and had chosen mates that were questionable at best, given certain actions or decisions of their love. However, Louise was intelligent and she was certain of herself. She was young, but she knew what she wanted and would not be dominated by anyone else.
If he was hurt, it would break her daughter’s heart. Worst was that now her infant was to be left without a father, Louise would have to give both roles to her child alone. She would be on her own, raising a baby and having to return to school. What would she do?
But in the midst of this heartbreak and pain, Louise was to be married. And Reinette would not be there. She would not witness her daughter’s important moment and would not be there to support her. It was devastating for her. Her first child to be married. But she couldn’t focus on that now, she couldn’t make this about her own thoughts. Louise needed her now and she would do what was necessary.
"I understand. Time is of the essence. Please begin."
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The Doctor had watched them speak without interjecting, though, he wanted to protest Celebus’ words just as much as Louise tried to. He didn’t want any more death. He had seen enough at this point, but he said nothing. It would do no good and if he truly was dying time was of the essence. Stopping to argue with Celebus would waste that precious time. Instead, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed Reinette’s number. He placed it against his ear and swallowed. He had no idea how he would explain this to Reinette.
He knew she was likely waiting for this call, knowing Louise and him were walking into danger. He could give her the good news that they were safe, but he also had to tell her of Celebus’ current state. He kept in mind how much Reinette wanted happiness for her daughter, which would make this heartbreaking, but it had to be done in order to grant Celebus’ last wish.
She had spent time worrying over the pair of them, concerned for both of her loved ones. The hardest and most frightening aspect of this was that they were susceptible to the Judas Tree poison. A part of her wished that she had gone as well. Her daughter was untested in the field, at risk and she was taken out into a battlefield. It scared her that her daughter, her eldest could be killed.
The moment the phone rang, Reinette answered it at once. Her heart hammering wildly in her chest.