Months had passed and the peculiar behaviors became normal. Days passed freely with ease until a stroll through town one spring afternoon broke the peaceful silence...
Gustave, we're going to have a child!
My dear! That is wonderful! Let us rejoice as this day had made me happier than the day we wed!
There once was an old baker named Gustave who lived in 19th century Paris with his wife, Marguerite. Although Gustave was a successful baker, France was in a great famine at the beginning of the revolution and resources became unavailable.
On a warm day in August, a woman by the name of Âme arrived at the small bakery looking for bread.
After denying the woman bread, Âme proposed a solution to the helpless baker...
Well kind sir, if you were to travel to Versailles, the King may provide you with wheat. Mention my name and that alone shall suffice.
So, with nothing to loose, Gustave bid his Marguerite farewell and set off to Versailles with bountiful trust in the stranger's words.