Marie-Antoinette, condemned to death and locked in the Conciergeries, was waiting with resignation the end of her nightmare. At the Temple, the Child-King, careless was playing under the guard of his preceptor. October 16th 1793, the people gathered to watch the Austrian woman die. The mob was so dense, that her car had to stop. Mallory, finally arrived to this day, was celebrating his triumph. Fersen wanted to follow until the guillotine the woman he had love so much. Suddenly, a strange resemblance caught the attention of the Queen... and those of Mallory!. Death to the Austrian Woman. Go one, little wolf, scream: "Down with the tyrants!" No I will not say this. So, you want to scream?. Scream: "Down with the tyrants", or beware. Down with tyrants. See the End in number 6.