TITLE: Victor's Rage
GENRE: Historical fiction
1848 - Grambergen, Kingdom of Hanover
Rieke stared at the small, open casket. When the cart bumped through a
pothole in the dusty road the corpse rocked, and the sweet, metallic
smell of blood clogged her nose. "There was no need to kill him," she
said to her cousin Willem who walked beside her.
The slim, young man with the tousled, fair hair took her hand. "It had
to be. Baron von Schele won’t understand it any other way. We are like
the Göttingen Seven."
"Where’s the link between seven professors and a dead dog?" She looked
at the dead hound in the casket.
"But Rieke." Willem looked at her. "Their letter of protest against the
abolition of our constitution has jolted the whole kingdom."
"Most of them have been expelled from Hanover. Do you want to risk that?"
He puffed out his chest. "They set a sign, and today, we follow in their
footsteps. We will show the gentry that they can’t do with us as they please."
Rieke hated it when Willem became political. She sighed. "If we have to
stage a burial we should at least have cleaned the corpse." She pointed
to the dead hound. Nobody had made an effort to wash the blood out of
its fur. Although it was still quite cool this early in the year,
numerous flies buzzed around the dead body.
It is a shame that a dog must die because the farmers are quarreling
with its owner, she thought.