
Chapter XXXIV: The Colosseum
Scarcely therefore, had the reflective Franz walked a hundred steps beneath the interior porticoes of the ruin, than he abandoned Albert to the guides, and to escape a mechanical survey of the wonders by which he was surrounded, ascended a half-dilapidated staircase. Here, leaving the others to follow their monotonous round, he seated himself at the foot of the column, immediately opposite a large chasm, which permitted him to enjoy an undisturbed view of the dimensions of this majestic ruin.
Franz remained hidden in the shadows for nearly a quarter of an hour…from whence his eyes followed Albert and his guides…when all at once his ear caught the sound resembling that of a stone rolling down the staircase opposite the one by which he had ascended…
The stranger thus presenting himself was probably a person, who like Franz, preferred the enjoyment of solitude and his own thoughts to the frivolous gabble of the guides…
In ten minutes after the parting of the strangers, Franz was on the road to the Hotel de Londres, listening with indifference to the learned dissertation delivered by Albert…
Franz longed to be at home, and able, undisturbedly, to ponder all that had occurred…and though Franz had been unable to distinguish his features, the tones of his voice had made too powerful an impression on him the first time he had heard them for him ever again to forget them…
- Alexandre Dumas (The Count of Monte Cristo)
Ah, the passage/section that started it all.
I must confess that I am not the biggest fan of historical fiction especially of the romantic kind. You wouldn’t catch me willingly walking into a library or bookstore with the intent to browse through the genre, and the only reason I got into it was due to having literature assignments to complete either in high school or college.
So what was it about The Count of Monte Cristo that stuck with me all these years? Simple, really.
Revenge.
Such a powerful theme, don’t you think?
As a young girl, I absorbed the story of Edmond Dantes like a sponge; crying at his plight and wishing that young man’s life had taken a turn for the better. Oh, how I hated his enemies and wished instant death upon them. Hence, when he ‘returned’ to pay them back ten times over…oh, how sweet it was. What was so wonderful about the revenge was that it took years of planning; a careful destruction of those people who kept him away from the woman he loved out of nothing more than jealousy.
And yet…at the end of it all…one had to wonder if the Count was truly…happy. Does revenge bring happiness? That in itself is a loaded question and requires a whole other essay to complete.
However, this particular short story I wrote isn’t just about Edmond Dantes, or rather The Count, but more about a relationship I allowed my over active imagination to conjure up between him and Franz d’Epinay. Even though Franz could be considered a ‘supporting actor’ amongst the myriad of characters in Dumas’s epic saga, I found myself identifying more with ‘the dreamer’. Albert was supposed to be the star of the show, and yet Franz stood out to me for his gentle manners yet determination to see the right, to question the impossible, and to seek the truth beneath the surface. His history alone is one muddled with corruption and sadness; tragic you could almost say – thanks to his father – and yet he rose above that to make a name for himself.
In fact, I think it is almost safe to say that Franz reminded me of The Count when he was Edmond Dantes. And I believe that the Count saw himself in Franz in whatever conversations they had, and admired Franz for his convictions and sometimes brutal honesty.
Franz is beautiful; and I do not mean his physical characteristics alone. His personality is attractive, and as soon as I was done with the book (which I have read ad nauseum), I knew I had to pen something about him in some shape or form. Franz became my muse, and his reluctant admiration and fascination for the Count conjured up the three stories starting with ‘Haunting at the Colosseum’.
The inspiration for the story stemmed from the chapter/passages pasted above, and it was my way to wonder how and if such a situation were possible…just how would those two men react when they confront each other passionately.
I am wary of using the word ‘romantic’ to describe their relationship, but I would consider it more as an exploration of hidden desires and secrets that Franz is willing to discover at the hands of an older man who has seen the depths of despair and darkness.
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Rated M for Mature/Graphic Adult Content
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