As the door closed behind him, Napoleon could see a small candle guttering at the owner's desk at the back of the shop. But there was no sign of the men who had entered before him.

'This way, Lieutenant.' A hand gently pressed him towards the candle. 'I hoped you would come.'

'Only to listen,' Napoleon replied. 'I am interested in new ideas. That's all. I will not become part of a conspiracy.'

'Of course not. What do you take us for? We are only a small group of freethinkers. Any civilised society would tolerate us. But, alas, we are not living in civilised times. So we must debate in private. This way, Lieutenant. Up the stairs.'

His shadowy arm indicated the first few steps in an alcove behind his desk.

'Where does this lead?' Napoleon asked suspiciously.

'My stockroom and office. It's surrounded on three sides by the seamstress business. There's only one window, which is screened so we shall be quite private.'

Napoleon nodded his assent and climbed the narrow stairs. They turned back on themselves and then there was a door, beneath which ran a strip of light from the room on the other side. The door opened, washing the staircase in light, and a man beckoned to him. Napoleon stepped into the room. It was as Monsieur Cardin described it, a plain storeroom. But it was large and seemed to take up the same floor space as the library directly below. Piles of books lined the walls. In one corner there was a small printing press, and piles of cut sheet paper were standing ready to be run through the machine. The centre was taken up with two long tables that had been pushed together, around which seats had been arranged. Nearly all the seats had been taken by well-dressed men, and Napoleon took them for lawyers, bankers and the like.

'Welcome, Lieutenant,' said the man who had opened the door and Napoleon turned towards him.

'I know your face.You must have followed me when I left here two days ago.'

'Yes,' he smiled. 'I've been keeping a close eye on you ever since. We had to be sure that you weren't an informer. It didn't seem likely that an agent of the King would be so foolhardy as to wear an army uniform. But we had to be sure.' He thrust out his hand. 'Allow me to introduce myself, Augustin Duman. Please have a seat. The meeting is about to begin.'

Napoleon sat down near to the door. He could not bring himself to trust men who took such pains to meet in secret, and wanted a quick route out of the room if it became necessary to flee. Monsieur Cardin sat to one side of Napoleon and Duman sat on the other. At the head of the table, clearly illuminated by the candlesticks running the length of the two tables, sat a man with similar facial features to Duman. He wore a powdered wig and had an intelligent, if severe, expression. He clenched his fist and thumped the table. 'I'm calling the meeting to order.'

The other men fell silent instantly and turned towards the head of the table. The man in the wig nodded. 'Thank you, citizens.'

He paused and looked towards Napoleon.'And is this our new man, the artillery lieutenant?'

Monsieur Cardin cleared his throat and leaned forward to have a better view of the man sitting at the end. 'Citizen Schiller, the lieutenant is here to listen and observe. He has made no commitment to us.'

'As yet,' Schiller smiled. 'But I'm hoping the force of our arguments will convince him to join us soon.'

Napoleon said nothing and kept still.

'I understand you read my pamphlet?'

'Yes, sir.'

Schiller smiled. 'Here we refer to each other as "citizen". Out there on the streets we are still subjects and have to defer to rank. But here we meet as equals. So Citizen Schiller it is.'

'I was merely being respectful,' Napoleon responded.

'You sounded deferential.There'll be no deference in the new France, Citizen Buona Parte. Deference will not be tolerated. We can't afford to tolerate it, lest it drag us back into the past. Back to the rule of the many by the few. Do you understand?'

'I understand, citizen,' Napoleon nodded. 'But surely there are differences between men, measurable differences. That is the natural order.'

'Agreed. But does that justify the gross inequalities between men, and women, for that matter? If we discount God for the moment, men made society the way it is. They can just as easily make it another way, a better way.You will concede that at least.'

Napoleon nodded. It was a fair point. But just how easily the people of France could be persuaded to discount God was less discernible. A more pragmatic issue then occurred to him. 'Supposing the old order collapses. What exactly will replace it?'

Augustin Duman leaned forward and intervened.'Democracy.'

'Democracy? And how will this democracy manifest itself, exactly?'

'As the people desire,' Duman continued, his voice loud with idealism. 'An order will arise from their desires and deliberations. An order that will be agreed on and stand as a shining example to the downtrodden of other countries.'

'I see.' Napoleon kept his tone neutral. 'The common people will be rational and will decide on the best form of government.'

'Exactly.'

Napoleon smiled. 'I don't mean to be indelicate, but have you ever met the common people? It's just that I have doubts about your understanding of what they are like.'

Duman pressed his hand against his breast. 'They are people, just like us.'

'Citizen Duman, they are not like us. They are an ignorant herd in need of leadership. There are wiser heads in this world who must be trusted with sound governance. Enlightened governance. Men like those who sit round this table. You sound like an educated man.'

Duman drew himself up a little as he stared back at Napoleon. 'I am a lawyer.'

Schiller rapped the table with his knuckles. 'Augustin! Citizen Duman. That is enough. The lieutenant has not taken the oath. You will not impart any confidential details about the members of our society. That includes their professions.'

Napoleon sensed another lawyer and as he looked from Schiller to Duman he was struck again by their similarity of appearance and manner.

Schiller turned his gaze back to Napoleon. 'Citizen Buona Parte is right.'

The other men stirred uncomfortably and one started to speak before Schiller raised his hand to silence him.

'He is right, up to a point. The people will require leadership in the early years of the new order. Until they are fully politicised and educated they cannot hope to know what is in their best interest.They will be vulnerable to the rhetoric of those men who are cynical and self-interested. It will be down to men like us to lead them through this difficult and dangerous period.'

'Dangerous?' Napoleon queried. 'In what way?'

'Any change in society, of the magnitude that we envisage, will not come peacefully. We can expect the old regime to fight to hold on to their power and privileges. Blood will be shed.That is the price that must be paid; a harsh, but necessary reality that has to be faced. Wouldn't you agree, Citizen Buona Parte?'

It seemed a realistic enough proposition. 'If there is violence, the question that concerns me is can such a loss of life justify the ends?' Napoleon asked.

'That is a question for philosophers, Citizen Buona Parte. We are concerned with pragmatics.Who will remember the dead fifty years after the establishment of a new order? Their deaths will make possible everlasting prosperity for generation after generation of their heirs. The manifold miseries of our age will perish with them. Is that not a sacrifice worth making?'

'I think that is a question for the people you are calling on to make the sacrifice,' Napoleon replied. 'As for me, I am a soldier, not a civilian. Death is an inevitable part of the profession. A soldier's sacrifice is expected of him.'