But what drew my eyes was a beautiful gold relief of King David on the screen of the organ. He seems frozen in time, without movement, yet plucking the strings of his harp. Perhaps his music is heard only by God, but perhaps it is like Mama has said - the farther one travels from Vienna, the more the music diminishes. Perhaps there is no real music in France.
The thought struck me as so sad that I felt my eyes well up with tears and then I felt my hand being squeezed. It was indeed Louis Auguste, who was looking at me with a mixture of sadness and fear in his own eyes. In that moment, my heart went out to him.
He is as scared as I am..
Marie Antoinette: Princess of Versailles - Kathryn Lasky