Chapter 125: Robespierre's Counterattack
The series of blows seed to have dazed Robespierre. In protest of the Committee of Public Safety's perceived defiance of him, he decided to feign illness and stop attending their etings. anwhile, his key supporter, Saint-Just, was dispatched as a northern commander due to the growing threat of an attack by the anti-French coalition forces. In the Committee of Public Safety, Robespierre's loyalists dwindled down to just Couthon. To many observers, it appeared that Robespierre was losing his grip on power.
However, those who truly understood Robespierre knew that he would not surrender easily. He was undoubtedly planning a formidable counterattack.
Robespierre wasn't actually sick, and during the day, he could be seen smiling as he moved about various impoverished neighborhoods, conversing with and inquiring about the lives of the common people. In the evening, he would return to his modest attic, write letters, and et with people who ca secretly to see him.
Normally, Fouch would have kept a close watch on Robespierre, monitoring his every move to uncover his sches. But in this critical mont, a crisis struck Fouch's own ho.
Fouch's six-year-old daughter fell seriously ill, possibly with pneumonia.
In those tis, pneumonia was a deadly killer, claiming more lives than even the guillotine that Robespierre wielded.
No matter how future generations would satirize and criticize the chaleon Fouch, such as Chateaubriand describing him as a "man without tears and a heart," they still had to acknowledge that, for his wife, Fouch was a good husband, and for his children, he was a loving father.
Fouch remained faithful to his wife throughout his life, even though she was just a "poor, humble, plain, and short" commoner. After achieving a prominent position, many like him would often indulge in countless extramarital affairs, even swapping mistresses with one another, as Paul Barras did later. But Fouch, who had long held high office, had never been involved in such affairs.
Fouch also kept his children sheltered from the tumultuous politics outside, shielding them from these harsh realities. While outside, he exuded a stern and imposing presence, his face devoid of any hint of a smile. A single glance or gesture from him was enough to send shivers down the spines of countless people, leaving them sleepless as they speculated about the aning behind his enigmatic expressions.
Yet, even in the most perilous and challenging monts, when he returned ho, that perennially icy poker face lted away, and he revealed the warst smile in the world.
He would cradle his children, his bristly face brushing against their small cheeks, making them giggle with delight. He called them "my little darlings," "my sweethearts," and indulged them in the silliest of gas, thoroughly enjoying every mont. He never brought the concerns of the outside world into his ho, but as soon as he stepped out the door, he transford back into the sinister, unpredictable head of the secret police.
His daughter's illness disrupted Fouch's life, and although his reason told him he couldn't let his guard down at this crucial juncture, his emotions and knowledge reminded him that his daughter might not have much ti left, and he might soon have to prepare a small coffin for her.
"Perhaps there won't be any abrupt changes," Fouch reassured himself, knowing he was deceiving himself, but for the first and only ti in his life, he allowed himself this irrational behavior.
He delegated more of the responsibilities to others and found ti to be by his daughter's side during her final monts. To prevent contagion, he kept his wife and other children at a distance and cared for his daughter alone. The people who took his place in various roles were far from matching his capabilities, which allowed Robespierre's actions to go unnoticed.
During this period, Robespierre t with many mbers of the Jacobin Club. He warned them that if he were to fall, the oppressed forces from the days of the Jacobins, the Feuillants, the Girondins, and even the Dantonists, would rise and seek revenge. Would they spare those who now inhabited the Jacobin Club?
"Blood has been spilled, heads have rolled, hatred has festered. Each of you has blood on your hands. Do you really think you can change allegiances at a ti like this? If I fail, their fate from the past will surely be repeated in your lives!"
These chilling words frightened the assembly, and they knelt before Robespierre, tears streaming down their faces. In their prayers of repentance, they used the most venomous language to curse the snake known as Joseph Fouch, who had tempted them into his web of deceit.
A few days later, during another Jacobin Club eting, forr President Robespierre suddenly appeared. He declared his intention to expose a viper, urging everyone to see its true face.
The na of this snake was none other than "Joseph Fouch." This man concocted a litany of baseless accusations against Fouch, including organizing orgies with nurous n and won, fathering a horde of illegitimate children, and recounting sordid tales about Fouch and his illegitimate daughters, without realizing how young those daughters must be, given Fouch's age.
Stunned, Fouch hadn't had the chance to refute when Robespierre joined in. He claid that scoundrels like Fouch had infiltrated the Jacobin Club, which was a disgrace to the club's honor. He suggested an imdiate vote to expel this morally corrupt impostor and snake from the Jacobin Club.
So, the Jacobin Club swiftly held a vote, and the result was a resounding victory for Robespierre's faction, expelling Joseph Fouch from the club.
It was a thunderous blow. Fouch's previous advantages in his machinations had almost entirely evaporated in that mont. The guillotine, once far from his reach, seed to inch closer again. Considering that just one day before beheading Danton, Robespierre had also executed Danton's wife, and Robespierre had been their wedding witness and the godfather of their daughter, Fouch could hardly imagine what fate awaited his own wife and children if he were sent to the scaffold.
Having regained control over the Jacobin Club, Robespierre knew how precarious his situation was. He was fully aware of the growing resentnt toward him and that his base of support was unstable. He couldn't trust anyone, not even those who groveled at his feet, confessing their sins and begging for forgiveness, whether they were from the Jacobin Club or the Committee of Public Safety. He knew that should he reveal any vulnerability, they would undoubtedly betray him. Once a traitor, always a traitor!
So, Robespierre needed a reliable foundation. He believed that the only potential foundation for him could be the sans-culottes, the working-class people.
As a result, Robespierre controlled the National Convention and passed increasingly extre laws favoring the sans-culottes. He didn't mind disrupting the entire economy, even if these laws were detrintal to the interests of the "respectable" citizens. Robespierre knew that his actions would only fuel more resentnt from those in the National Convention and the Jacobin Club. However, these people had proven to be unreliable, even if he were to take their interests into account. Would they truly remain loyal to him?
"You've betrayed Robespierre once," Fouch whispered to Paul Barras. "Robespierre will never trust you again. That's why he's courting the sans-culottes. He's not sure if they're still on his side as they were before. But let
tell you, people have short mories, especially when they're bribed with material wealth. If the sans-culottes stand by him, you and everyone else will walk the sa path as the Dantonists!"
"But everyone is too afraid to take action," Barras replied.
"So, let's make them even more afraid. That fear will eventually drive them to action," Fouch said in a low voice, wearing a sinister smile, "Monsieur Barras, do you know of soone, like a Charlotte Corday, who can perform the task of assassinating Couthon? The assassination must be in a public place, the attempt must fail, and the assassin must take their own life imdiately."
Barras fell silent. After Fouch voiced this request, Barras understood the implications. If the assassination failed, it would still cause significant repercussions. If an investigation were conducted, it would put everyone from the sans-culottes to the National Convention on edge. Threats and blackmail would follow.
"Perhaps you should speak with Tallien; he may know soone suitable," Barras suggested.
Tallien, a lowly-born revolutionary, was once a trusted aide of Georges Danton. When the Dantonists were executed, Tallien was fortunate to escape. He had connections with criminal elents before the revolution, and his loyalty to Danton made him a potential candidate for this dangerous mission. In these circumstances, he was the best option.
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