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The Time Riders: Part 3 What happens when you mix clock-block with priapism? Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Ain't Nobody Got Time For That Shit! Mark and Becky sat in the small cottage, looking around in wonder. They were still in Seventeenth Century France, but found themselves surrounded by technologies that they hadn't even heard of. The walls were lined with clocks, some of which were mechanical, some seemed to be digital or binary, while others told time in ways they couldn't fathom. Sitting across from them at the stout, round oaken table, Chester Edgerton smoked a pipe and observed them casually. "How; how can you have this all out on display?" Mark asked, still gaping. "I mean, isn't it against the rules to have this sort of tech from the future lying around where the locals might bump into it?" "That's the beauty of it, my' boy," he said cheerfully, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "They can't see it." "Well, I get it if you try to restrict entry to your house," Mark pressed, wanting to understand. "But what if you're gone and bandits break in? Becks and I can account for banditry in this day and age, for sure." "Mayhap," the man replied. "But I brought you through the door that leads to my actual house. The front door, the one the local peasantry sees, leads into a simple cottage, typical of the period, and owned by a pudgy man of indeterminate nationality." "Your; house is in two places at once?" Mark asked, trying to understand. "No, it's the same place," Chester answered simply. "Two different times, however. We're sitting in my actual abode, Twenty-First Century." Mark shook his head. "That's some weird Tardis shit right there." "Only at first." Chester allowed. "I notice you have all your windows shut," Becky remarked. "You said we're in the Twenty-First Century, but I take from further ahead than Mark and I are from, so you're not showing us?" "Clever girl," mused the man, smiling. "While I won't absolutely stop you from looking or even going outside, I would warn you that if you do and see something you don't like, you're committing yourself to that future, no matter how hard you try to undo it." "We'll stay put then," she said readily. "You were kind enough to bring us here and sort of explain how we might acquire goods in the time stream?" He nodded. "I know it might seem counter-intuitive, but the simple fact of the matter is that if people are going to insist on time travelling, the least they can do is be well-prepared for it so they don't hurt themselves or others." He leaned forward. "The first question you need to ask yourself is, why are you so intent on time-travelling to begin with? Is it simple curiosity? Are you planning to make a living somehow? Are you just trying to get laid?" He looked at Mark during this last question and the young man blushed, while Becky giggled and patted his hand. "Mark was a dud in Physics in his last year of high school," she explained. "Come to think of it, he was in little or no danger of getting into any post-secondary education facility." "Thanks." Mark muttered. "But, then he found his time machine, something called a Holmes Field Device, and he resolved to go back in time a few months and convince me to give him an A in Physics with the promise of earth-shaking sex." "This story sounds worse every time I hear it." Mark complained. "Fortunately, I acquiesced, rather than disemboweling him for breaking into my home, and not only did we become lovers, but now we're adventuring the time stream together." "Hmm, a teacher and a student, eh?" mused the man, smiling at them as he smoked. "Teachers and students are plentiful, of course, but they're usually from the far, far future and on very strictly-controlled excursions into the past. Hands-on history classes, if you will." "That makes history sound kinda fun." Mark said. "Oh, I daresay it is," agreed Chester. "Nothing quite as exciting as going back to the Cretaceous Period and taking a ride on the back of a trained Styracosaurus. Or watching Dromer races." "Isn't that screwing with the timeline?" Becky inquired. "I mean, humans weren't around for another sixty-three million years following the demise of the dinosaurs." "It's all very carefully regulated on remote islands," Chester explained. "It does nothing to mess with the ecosystem and the specimens are trained to interact with humans, for the most part." "Riding one of those big horned dinosaurs would be a kick." Mark mused, grinning. "You've already got a perfectly good horn I like to ride," Becky giggled, squeezing his hand again. "Besides, this is where our host tells us that it won't be possible for us any time soon." "You're a very perceptive young lady," he allowed. "We can't have just anyone mucking up the time stream, you know. It's especially difficult when people who lived before time travel was commonly accepted try to get involved. They inevitably get exposed to technologies they shouldn't be aware of, or events that weren't known during their own time;” "I'll give you a tiny example," he said, leaning forward now, as if he was confiding a secret. "Have you heard of the Tunguska Incident?" "Sure, the Tunguska region in Siberia, 1908," Becky answered, nodding. "A large meteor slammed into the ground, creating a blast equal to sixty megatons and flattening everything for nearly a hundred miles around." "No, that's what you need to think," he corrected, pointing the stem of his pipe toward them. "It was, in fact, an advanced weapon that was stolen from a future date, and before temporal agents could recover it, the thieves blew it up to cover their escape. Granted, there are people in your time who have conspiracy theories about nuclear blast, nearly forty years before the first atomic tests, but they're wrong as well. It wasn't a nuclear device, simply a weapon with an incredibly high conventional yield by your age's standards." "So; why can you tell us this now?" Becky asked. He grinned and spread out his arms in a gesture of farce. "Who would believe you?" "So how did you know that we were time travelers?" Mark asked as they followed their host and guide through the woods. "Well, I heard snippets of your conversation," Chester said as he led the way. "But to be honest, even though your outfits might pass with locals for 'reasonably authentic', you couldn't possibly hide your origins from a fellow time-traveler. Mark claimed to be Spanish, he doesn't look at all Spanish, certainly not from this era. Miss Rebecca is remarkably tall for a woman." "Well there's something I don't hear very often back home!" she giggled. "And you're both in strangely good health, with unblemished skin and full heads of hair," Chester added. "I was relatively certain, and then I heard you discussing your relative inexperience, so I sought to introduce myself." "I'd' have thought that you wouldn't introduce yourself to newbies," Mark stated, helping Becky over a log. "Isn't it safer to keep your chatter to people who know what they're doing?" "It's actually the exact opposite," replied Chester. "The best thing you can do around veteran time travelers you don't need to talk to is to not talk to them. Their timelines are probably very intricate and you don't want yours getting snarled up with them. Newbies, as you call them, probably still have linear experiences that are simple to understand and educating them about what awaits is the simplest way to keep things from getting weird." Getting up to leave the cottage, Mark asked; "So this device the time cops gave me," Mark stated, holding up his chronometer. "It's actually pretty useful then, because it warns me when I'm getting too close to myself or something I've affected." "That was very generous of them," Chester said in a serious tone. "They don't do that for just everyone who shows up suddenly in the time stream. Sometimes they let matters work themselves out, if you know what I mean." Chester's Forest Farewell.  The meadow they stepped into, had a mature lush forest further back. They reached a small clearing in the forest they'd been tromping through and stopped for a bit, sitting on a fallen tree trunk. Chester looked at them both and slapped his hands on his thighs. "Now then, I've brought you here so that you can witness a casual event that is due to happen just outside the woods. Nothing major, but it will give you a taste of what can await you. I have something to attend to and should be back in a few hours. Just stay out of sight and don't leave the tree line." "You're leaving?" Mark protested. Chester turned to look at him. "It might be that the events you will see unfold work better for me if I am nowhere near them," the man replied. "Fear not, I shall return. Enjoy yourselves." And then he walked into the woods and was gone. Mark looked around and finally sighed. "Helluva way to mentor someone," he muttered as he stood to take in a panoramic context. "Take 'em somewhere and then just fuck off? Nice." "He's not your mentor, Mark," Becky chided, sitting on a log and smiling at him. "He's a fellow time traveler who is doing you a favor. He's given you plenty of valuable information free of charge already, something I doubt he does frequently." "Well, okay," Mark allowed. "So, we just wait until we see something happen?" "No idea when that'll be, he didn't really tell us, did he?" Becky pointed out. "Yup," Mark sighed. "So, now what?" Becky tilted her head slightly as she looked at him, like there was something wrong with his brain. "Here's an idea. How about you come over here and fuck me?" Mark was so determined to be bent out of shape for having no instructions that he'd overlooked the completely obvious. He laughed and stepped forward, pulling Becky to her feet. They were holding their hands between them and staring into one another's eyes, smiling. "Now this is what time travel is all about," she purred, her eyes shining with delight. "You're going to fuck me in the woods in Louis the Sun King's France, Mark. For all we know, this is some sort of royal ground and we're trespassing. How many people can say they've done that?" "Just the lucky ones;” he replied, beginning to unfasten the clasps on her dress, freeing her chest from its confines. As the dress fell away, she was left standing on in a low-cut, blouse-like shirt and some panties, having chosen to forego the usual layers of buntlings and knickers. She bit her lip as he pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her glorious tits. Kneeling now, he slowly slid her panties down, feeling a thrill as her hairless, smooth cunt came into view. She stepped out of the tiny thong panties, letting him drink in the sight of her. Yes, he'd been with her for over a week now in France, but he never tired of seeing her beautiful body. "Your turn now, my lord." Becky whispered as she began removing his clothing, peeling away the layers until he was as naked as herself. She stood up again and moved close, her nipples gently kissing against his chest. Unable to hold back any more, Mark pulled his teacher to him and kissed her deeply, making Becky moan into his mouth. Their hands wandered over one another's now-familiar forms, seeking to stimulate, tease and pleasure. His hands found her pert ass cheeks and he squeezed them, causing her to moan again. "Hmm, can't wait to get some grass stains on this dress," she murmured, looking up into his eyes. "And maybe a few on my knees." She slowly knelt in front of Mark, kissing and nipping at his skin on the way down. His swelling phallus was in front of her face now and she licked her lips hungrily before taking gentle hold and kissing it. Mark closed his eyes and shivered, loving the feel of her lips on him. Everything about his teacher was incredible. He was just sorry it had taken so long to realize it. Becky now had the head of his cock inside her warm, wet mouth, swirling her tongue around flicking the tip of her tongue against him. She giggled as his rod throbbed and grew longer and harder. She loved how turned on he could get by her, it made her feel so primal and sexual. She then slid her mouth a little further down his shaft before pulling back, shivering in delight at the sight of his glistening skin. Mark's fingers were in her hair and flexing gently as she began to bob back and forth, taking more and more of him into her mouth. She hummed lightly, vibrating her lips around him and making him groan. Her hand rested on the shaft, pumping as it followed her lips, making a gentle twisting motion on the sensitive skin. Becky loved sucking cock, and Mark's was ridiculously perfect for her, in just about every possible way. She hoped that wouldn't be a problem down the road. She took gentle hold of his hips with both hands and moved back and forth along his shaft, breathing through her nose as she deep-throated him. Mark groaned in pleasure, his fingers flexing into her scalp and tugging her hair. She looked up at him, maintaining eye contact, which she knew he found so erotic. She could feel his skin growing warm and knew now was the time to stop and change things up if she intended to have his cock inside her. There was indeed one good thing about them being out of sync, with her current self three months behind him; they already knew she wasn't pregnant in his current timeline, so he could cum deep inside her as much as they liked. She pulled her mouth off his with a wet 'pop!' and smiling seductively. "I'm thinking maybe my girl wants to say hello too;” she purred. Mark nodded and spread out her dress before lying down on it, his rock-hard cock standing straight up and throbbing. Becky crawled over him, straddling his face, her creamy, wet cunt mere inches from his mouth. She faced down his body, giggling and he snaked his tongue out to taste her, but she kept her prize just out of reach. "So that's how it is, eh?" he said from below her before suddenly wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling down on them and causing her to lurch unexpectedly (for her) onto his eager mouth. Becky shuddered and moaned loudly as his tongue snaked along and massaged her nether lips, before flickering against her throbbing clit to make her gasp and almost double over. "No fair;” she panted, trying to regain control of herself, but Mark seemed inclined to cheat. He kept her pinned to him, leaving her to squirm helplessly above him while he lashed her with his tongue. "Uh, you bastard; yes, right there; Oh, God, Mark;” Her pleas exhorted him to even greater measures. He was determined to make her cum on his mouth at least once before they fucked. And he seemed to be pretty damned good at making her cum with oral sex, he had to say. Becky squirmed on top of him, playing wither tits, pinching and pulling on her pink nipples, her eyes squeezed shut, because it almost felt too good if she was looking at him. His eager tongue snaked deep inside her hungry cunt, making her wetter still. He had this maddening technique where he formed shapes or letters inside her with his tongue, reaching almost every nook and cranny of her. She whimpered, knowing he intended to make her cum and she was more than happy to oblige. She leaned forward while sitting on his face, reaching out to his twitching cock, caressing and massaging it gently; she didn't want him to cum, she just wanted to keep him stimulated. She felt the thrill of anticipation, knowing it would soon be inside her, pumping in and out, throbbing and finally releasing his creamy essence into her, something she accepted gladly because of the temporal mechanics between them. Mark sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it around and making her shudder, groaning deeply as something started to build within her. She pushed down onto his face with her hips, grinding eagerly, while her clit throbbed. Then her released it and pushed his tongue deep inside her again, probing and lashing her until she was writhing and panting heavily. "Oh, God, Mark;” she gasped, sweat streaming from her sensual form. "Oh, fuck, yes, please; Uh, so close, baby;” He pushed into her as hard as he could and she jerked and squeaked arching her back. Her whole frame was wracked with pleasure as she cried out loudly, the orgasm crashing through her until she almost couldn't breathe. She shook violently, her eyes rolling into her head before she collapsed on top of him, her body limp and her chest heaving. Her limbs felt like tingling lead, but she managed to lift one to find his cock, determined to keep him hard until she had recovered. She stroked him gently while he kissed at her gooey nether lips, his face glistening with her cum. Fortunately, Becky was insatiable and recovered quickly, slowly rising and then sidling forward down his body so she could look back at him and smirk. "How about it, big boy?" she asked coyly. "You ready for the main event?" Mark grinned and nodded while she slithered down his body, finally hovering over his hips while facing his feet. She took hold of his throbbing cock and teased it against her slippery entrance before sinking down, making them both sigh in relief. "Hallelujah;” she moaned as he bottomed out inside her, filling her completely. "Oh, that's exactly what the doctor ordered." Mark nodded and took hold of her silken, pert ass cheeks and gripped them firmly, making his teacher purr. Becky loved having her ass played with, and while she began to sink up and down slowly on his cock, he massaged the peach-like orbs, eliciting moans from her when he spread them wide, giving her a delicious stretch. "Hmm, get me nice and ready back there," she cooed as she moved up and down on him. "Because once you're done in my cunt, I want you in my ass and I want to feel your cum in it." Mark nodded eagerly, because he loved fucking Becky's ass. Her cunt was incredibly tight, but even that couldn't match her exquisite back passage, which gripped him so strongly and always made him cum so hard he thought he might faint. His fingers teased against her little puckered, pink knot, sending the most divine tingles through her luscious body. Becky undulated on him, picking up the pace and counting on Mark to control himself until her was in her ass. She bit her lower lip, working herself on that thick, throbbing tool, pulling up until it was almost out of her and then sinking back down in one long stroke, filling her completely. Her heart was strumming in her chest as she thrilled to the notion of the oncoming climax. She was hissing now, struggling to hold on just a few seconds longer, to draw out this wonderful pleasure for them both. But then she felt the point of no return and willingly stepped over it, moaning loudly as her cunt fluttered and she began to cum, hard. She wailed and rocked on her lover, bathing his middle with her excitement. Her head lolled for several seconds as she came down from her orgasm, but she remembered that she still had Mark inside her and needed him, promised him, that he would be cumming in her ass. Slowly, lethargically, she raised herself until his cock fell out of her, still rock-hard and yearning for more. For such a young man, he had exceptional control. She inched forward, until she felt his pulsing head teasing against her notch. She reached underneath herself and took hold of the shaft, holding him steady while she pressed down, slowly but surely. She heard him groan as the head popped through her tight ring suddenly and then he was sliding inside her. It was Heaven. She sat still for several seconds, just reveling in the feel of him filling her ass. She felt the need to be sensual, and she leaned backward, until she was resting her back on his torso, her head next to his. But her knees were still bent and she groaned like she was going to burst, the angle of his penetration in this position more than she could bear. Whispering for him to wait patiently, she slowly, sinuously slid her legs out from beneath herself and straightened them, relaxing in pleasure as they rested on Mark's thighs. "Sorry, that would've downright killed me right now," she whispered to him, her glassy, heavily-lidded eyes looking into his. "And I wanted to be down her to kiss you and let you fondle me as you fucked me and came in me." "Sounds like a plan," he agreed readily, his strong, but gentle hands coming up to rest on her opulent tits. Her began caressing and massaging them in circles while Becky started moving her ass on top of his cock, squeezing him inside her tight confines. "God, I love your ass, Becky." "Umm, it loves your cock, Mark," she purred, undulating on him, the throb of his tool being felt through her whole body like another heartbeat. "You always make me cum so hard;” They squirmed and ground together, with Mark tilting his hips up to push inside her while Becky squeezed him, the lovers shuddering as they kissed feverishly. His hands were squeezing her tits now, pinching and pulling on the nipples again to make her groan with the delicious sting. But Mark felt his climax approach and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was pumping his cum inside her. Becky moaned into his mouth as she felt his cock swelling and twitching erratically, a sure sign he was about to cum. She squeezed him tighter, feeling the buildup inside herself, yearning to share that unreal ecstasy. The groaned into one another mouths at first, but then the kiss was broken as they panted, fighting for air, their voices carrying around the woods they were in. He pushed up hard inside her, pulling down on her tits while she squeezed with all her might, his cum almost searing hot inside her, filling her up. Mark went limp, breathing heavily and clearly spent, not that he minded. Becky could barely move, bound in ropes of silken bliss that kissed every nerve in her body. Her own heartbeat plus the relentless throb of Mark's rigid cock, still oozing inside her, almost meant she didn't know how to center herself. But they relaxed together finally, kissing gently, eyes closed while they clasped hand on top of her tits. Tongues softly tangled, tasting one another while they let their rapture slowly ebb. Minutes passed and they lay silently, waiting for Mark's cock to soften so Becky could sit up. Finally, she giggled, squeezing his hands. "Feels like somebody doesn't wanna go to sleep," she said cutely, wiggling her ass on him, feeling her ass refusing to relinquish its hard-earned prize. "What're we gonna do?" "Iono," he said drowsily. "We just wait, I guess. If I try to have another orgasm right now, I'm pretty sure he'd just spontaneously combust inside you." "Alas, poor cock," she cooed, stroking his cheek. "I guess we happily wait, then." They closed their eyes and relaxed, waiting for Mark's erection to subside so that they could get up without difficulty. Their hands remained at rest on her tits while they nuzzled their cheeks together. Then there was a 'click!' sound. Arrest in Flagrante delicto. Becky's eyes snapped open and she goggled up at a man dressed in rather colorful and opulent period clothing, staring down at them as he pointed a flintlock rifle at their face. Looking around, she now saw they were surrounded by men carrying pikes and muskets, all of whom stared at the naked couple with varying level of interest. The man directly over them moved his musket muzzle, indicating they should sit up. Mark's eyes were open by now and he glanced around in confusion as well, clearly not understanding what had happened. The man's eyes narrowed and he moved the musket muzzle again. Becky, sensing the danger they were suddenly in, tried to move, but shivered; she was still impaled on Mark's solid cock, which had shown no signs of softening and kept her pinned against him. She couldn't get up. "Great time to develop priapism, Mark;” she said sourly. "Maybe Louis the Sun King's France just isn't for us after all," Mark sighed as he hiked along behind Becky, who had been stuffed hurriedly back into her dress while he was allowed to put on his breeches again. Neither of them even had shoes on as they followed the soldiers. Their hands were tied behind their backs. "This is twice now that we've;“ "I know, Mark, I was there," Becky said somewhat tersely, wondering if Chester Edgeworth was now someone she had to add to her shit list. She hated adding names to the shit list. "I guess we were so busy fucking that the event our host meant for us to witness has found us." "Tais-tois!" one of the men guarding them said as he walked nearby with a musket. "Vou ne pouvez-pas parler!" Becky scowled at the man and continued trudging. She wasn't really embarrassed about being caught fucking, it wasn't the first time it had happened to them here in France. But at least this lot had the decency to let her have an orgasm first before taking them prisoner. She couldn't even enjoy the grass stains on her clothes! They had exited the woods and were now tromping through a field, heading toward a much larger cluster of soldiers. Mark couldn't help but notice that a lot of them were wearing red. "Shit;” Becky muttered as she saw them as well. "That's all we need." "Huh?" Mark asked, but he was silenced when a soldier shoved him roughly from behind with his musket, indicating he was to stay quiet. They approached the encampment and Mark soon realized there were several hundred soldiers. The tents were spread out around one rather illustrious red tent of grand size. He then saw a cluster of cavaliers milling about and they seemed to be headed in that direction. Soldiers stared at them as they entered the perimeter of the camp, usually at Becky. Mark and Becky found themselves hauled in front of the cavaliers, who parted, making way for a single man on horseback. He was at least middle-aged, with a somewhat grey pallor to his skin and thin, hawk-like features. His expression was a rather lemony one, as if he felt inconvenienced by this entire incident. For all that, though, his dark eyes glinted with intelligence. He was wearing the flowing red habits of a high-ranking member of the Catholic church, although he had a burnished breastplate on his chest as well. "You stand in the presence of his Eminence, the Cardinal Richelieu," announced the captain of the troops that had taken them prisoner. Mark's eyes went wide. He didn't speak French, but he'd seen enough Three Musketeers movie reboots to know who Cardinal Richelieu was and exactly what sort of deep shit they were suddenly in. "Show respect!" Becky dropped to one knee and bowed her head, looking at the ground. Mark rapidly followed suit, since she probably had a better grasp of the situation than he did. He could feel everyone's eyes and on them and it was beginning to weigh heavily, like a yoke around his neck. His face flushed, but he said nothing. "Who are these persons?" the cardinal asked finally. "Your names, my children." "My name is Rebecca, your Eminence," Becky said humbly, still not looking up. "And you, good sir?" the Cardinal asked, looking over at Mark now. "M; me llamo Marco del strade, tu Eminencia." Mark stammered. "A Spaniard," mused the Cardinal, pursing his lips. "In the presence of a peasant girl. And you both have unusual accents, I admit." "Your Eminence," said one of the captains, looking at them suspiciously. "This man, why is he here traipsing about Champagne like this? With this peasant girl? We found them in the woods, doing unspeakable carnal acts to one another." The Cardinal's eyebrow arched and he looked on in seeming distaste. "You don't say." "Very likely he is a spy for King Phillip, your Eminence!" said the captain, almost sneering. "No, your Eminence," Becky said suddenly, her voice full of concern. "I assure you, he is no spy!" Mark hadn't heard or understood everything the Frenchmen were saying to one another, but he understood 'espion' and his teacher's reaction indicated that he was in some kind of trouble. Go figure. "And what grounds can you give me to believe you, child?" the Cardinal asked with feigned interest. "Please," she begged, her head still bowed. "You have my utmost assurances he is no spy, he's an idiot!" This made the men around them laugh and even Richelieu grunted in amusement. "Both of you rise." Mark saw Becky get to her feet and he did the same. All around them, men with pikes and muskets were watching them warily, some of them levelling weapons at the pair. Clearly they took the Cardinal's safety seriously. Richelieu observed them with interest. "The girl is very unusual," he mused. "Tall, very healthy and very beautiful. Very, very beautiful. I know only one other of such unmatched attractiveness." Mark wasn't sure where this was going, but he doubted it was good. The Cardinal's interest in him was waning. "And yet you say you found her acting in a most carnal and un-ladylike manner in the woods, hmm?" Richelieu continued. "Well, it certainly won't do for her to be out here alone in the countryside, rutting like a nymph, would it? Perhaps her majesty could make use of the girl, once we fix her atrocious accent." "My what?" Becky snapped, looking offended now. "Put her in the cart, we'll bring her to the capital, with regards to the Queen." Richelieu declared, turning his horse about and riding off. Men began to try and wrangle Becky into one of the carts, many of them laughing and leering as they took the opportunity to grope her. Gut shot. "Hey, stop that!" Mark said angrily, surging forward, but he suddenly found himself confronted by a captain, who stared at him impassively. There was a sudden and frightfully loud 'crack!' sound and Mark halted suddenly, his eyes wide. Becky's head snapped around at the noise and her eyes went wide. Blinking, Mark slowly looked down and saw there was a very red puncture hole in his abdomen. Sounds slowed down, taking on an almost syrupy quality and he started to feel confused. Becky screamed and tried to force her way to him, but she was being hustled away by many guards. The man who had shot him wandered off, sliding his flintlock pistol back into a holster, clearly no longer caring about Mark. Everyone seemed to be wandering off now. He felt cold, and vaguely nauseous. The ugly red wound in his stomach pulsed, blood welling from it slowly. He felt himself toppling over, white light bathing the field around him. He could still see things, but they seemed distant. He tried to focus on something, finally identifying Becky's voice as she screamed for him. He could just make out the soldiers wrestling her into a cart while she struggled and kicked savagely, her face contorted in rage. "I'll Get You For This, Richelieu!" she roared as Mark's world was absorbed by the soft white light. "You Just Made The Shit List Of High Doom!! See If I Ever Dance A Sarabande For You, Pal!" Mark bolted upright suddenly, gasping. His eyes were wide and he was covered in sweat. His heart thundered in his chest and he fought to control his panic. The white light was slowly replaced by close walls of grey stone. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his breathing. His hands bunched against sheets that were covering him. Finally, he could breathe normally and he tried to organize his thoughts. He still felt confused, everything a total jumble. "Calm yourself. Think!" He'd been fucking Becky in the woods. Apparently they were waiting for Cardinal Richelieu to go by, which he guessed passed for a historical event, seeing the man. But the Cardinal's soldiers heard the two of them and took them prisoner. Then they took Becky and Mark tried to stop them and got shot in the stomach; His eyes snapped open and he was frozen in place. He forced himself to look down at his middle, seeing that he was still covered in a sheet. His hand was trembling as he moved it slowly toward the heavy, dun-colored blanket, sweat trickling from his brow as he felt fear rise in his throat. He flung away the sheet suddenly, unable to bear not knowing. He wasn't bleeding. There was no puncture wound, only a strange, round scar about two inches in diameter. Eyes wide, he slowly lifted his head and looked around, now noticing his environs; he was indeed in a small bedroom, the curtains drawn to keep out the light and very little in the way of décor. Just a chair and a table in one corner, some other surfaces with candles spaced around the room. His bed was solid and comfortable. "Ah, there you are," Chester Edgerton said as he came through the door. "I was beginning to think you had no intentions of waking up." "Where;” Mark said somewhat feebly. "Back at my place," Chester answered, sitting down in the chair and settling in for what was no doubt going to be a long and perhaps trying conversation. "I found you lying in the middle of the field nearly a kilometer from where I'd left you and you were very close to dead." "How did I;” "You should have died," Chester continued. "But ultimately you wouldn't have, due to a time lock, I'm assuming. You weren't meant to die there in that field. Luckily for you, there are still plenty of ways to get yourself killed for doing absurd things." "Why did you leave us in the first place?" Mark asked. "I've been around Richelieu and several of his captains at various points in the time stream, and it's getting difficult to manage," Chest replied, shrugging. "Best way to deal with that issue is to simply not be present." "So why leave us there?" "To see Richelieu, of course," the man said simply. "One of history's truly great men, certainly more so than that twit of a king he serves. I was just trying to ease you into the idea of witnessing historical events. It never occurred to me that you'd be found because you made your teacher yodel like a Swiss Miss when you flagranting the delicto with her. I admit I hadn't planned for that nonsense." Mark blushed. "So, what, I wasn't meant to die here, so my body just healed itself?" Chester laughed. "Oh, no, dear boy, nothing of the sort. I came back to the woods, as promised, as when you weren't there, I began noticing the tracks of many solid shoes and boots in the vicinity. Not to mention the clothes you left behind." "Yeah, sorry, I was kinda tied up at the moment." Mark muttered. "In any event, I followed the tracks, noticed that Richelieu had broken camp and then found you. You'd been lying there for nearly three hours, you should have been dead from blood loss, but you weren't. I brought you back here, removed the ball from your stomach and then healed you." "You can do that?" Mark asked. "I thought you said you were a dealer in chroniques." "It helps to have a few irons in the fire and some hidden talents if you're going to mess around in the time stream," Chester replied. "But I was under no obligation to complicate my life and save you." "I guess I'm glad you did," Mark sighed. "Thanks. But wouldn't I have healed anyway?" "Yes, but maybe not fully," replied the enigmatic dealer. "You might've been found by some local peasants, brought back to their hovel and spent life as a weakened vegetable until you died of the Plague. People die in the past all the time, Mark, and everyone in their own era thinks they just disappeared and mourns them. It's frightfully common." "Can I; can I see the tools you used to heal me?" Mark asked hopefully. "Nope," Chester replied, shaking his head. "They're from your future by a few hundred years, the only reason I used them at all was because you were out cold." "Uh, how long was I out, anyway?" "Almost a month," Chester answered, smoothing a corner of his pencil moustache. "I had you fully healed and ready for action by the next day, to be honest, but you just refused to come to. So, I just left you to it, figuring you would wake up when you felt like it." "Oh, shit," Mark breathed, realizing something. "Where's Becky?" Chester raised his hands. "Why would I know? I wasn't there. What do you remember?" Mark tried to concentrate while Chester got up and poured a glass of water. Mark drank it thirstily and placed the glass on the table. He found himself wishing that he'd taken French instead of Spanish in school. He'd thought Spanish might be more useful, but all it did was get him shot. Fuck that. "I don't really speak French, so this is hard. Umm; they thought I was a spy because they thought I was Spanish." "Because you've been presenting yourself as Spanish while you're here," Chester mused. "In spite of your outrageous accent. France has been at war with Spain on and off for some time now." "Whatever," Mark grumbled. "They seemed really interested in Becky." "To be expected, she is quite lovely. I dare say I've only known one woman in this entire era to match her beauty." "Well, I think I heard them say 'capital', and then I think 'la reigne', which means queen, right?" "Indeed it does," Chester agreed. "My bet, then, is that your teacher has been taken by the Cardinal to be presented as a gift to her majesty, Queen Anne, to serve as one of her ladies-in-waiting." "Why would he do that?" Mark asked, frowning. "I've seen enough Three Musketeers movies to know that the Cardinal and the Queen hate each other." Chester smiled. "It's a game he plays with her. As the years go on, Anne is, sadly, getting 'a little long in the tooth', to borrow a phrase. She remains dignified and regal, but her best days are behind here, where attractiveness is concerned. Richelieu now takes great delight in surrounding her with women of magnificent beauty, seemingly a gesture of devotion, but really meant to hurt the queen's feelings." "What a dick." Mark muttered. "You have no idea," Chester said dryly. "If they got her back to the city roughly a week after she was taken, then she's been with the royal court for three." "Meaning that she's either loving life as a lady-in-waiting, or she's killed and eaten them all," Mark said heavily. "I guess I have to go get her." "I can't imagine this not being amusing," Chester said, smirking. "But out of morbid curiosity, how, exactly, will you affect this rescue?' "I dunno," Mark said, shrugging. "But I can't leave her. She'd kill me." "She probably thinks you're dead, I feel obliged to point out." Chester mentioned. "She saw you suffer a mortal wound at point-blank range. You should be dead and only an as-yet undetermined temporal snarl has kept you alive. I wouldn't count on that again if I were you." "Well I can't do nothing!" Mark insisted in frustration. Chester tilted his head, observing his guest for a moment. "Do you love this woman?" Mark blushed furiously. "I; no, I don't love her, or if I do, then I'm not in love with her. There's a difference, ya' know." "Well and truly said, Boccaccio," Chester chuckled. "Well, if there's no stopping you, then I'll see what I can do to discretely help you." "Why?" Mark queried. "I've got a friggin' time machine. All I need to do is get there, zip in and zip out." "Correct me if I am wrong," interjected his host. "But did you not tell me, early on in our association, that your current self is from three months in the future of the Miss Rebecca that I know." Mark nodded. "And you plan to add another layer of temporal travel on top of that wedding cake of disaster?" Chester mused. "Rebecca could be subtly altering the timelines in Paris now with her very presence, involuntary as it might be. Your oh-so-carefully laid plan could simply not work because of a slight temporal consideration." "So you're saying no time machine." Mark stated flatly, not impressed. "I'm saying the idea is bad. Atari Jaguar bad," Chester replied. "If you intend to do this hare-brained thing, allow me to assist you in what moderate ways I can." "What, you've got some funky tech or weapons you can loan me?" "We'll see about that, but more importantly, I guess I'll call in a favor. A certain person who moves in the circle of the royal court owes me a small boon, and I can use it to assist you. They happen to be an accomplished master of intrigue and getting out of sticky situations, with a blade if necessary." Mark's eyes lit up. "Is it D'Artagnan?" "Only if you want to get Clock-Hammered out of existence," Chester laughed, shaking his head. "Everybody wants to meet Charles de Batz, thinking they're going to see D'Artagnan of Three Musketeers fame, and then it just turns out he's a bad-tempered Gascon who loves to punch people who bother him. He's punched more time-travelers than Jesus, I'm pretty sure." Chester then went over to a drawer and rummaged around inside it, finally pulling out a yellowing envelope that was sealed with wax. "I assure you, the agent I am referring you to will be much more effective than D'Artagnan. I will send you with instructions about where in Paris to meet them and offer them this envelope. Warning, though, if they see it is opened, they will simply refuse to help and go away to where you cannot find them. Are you strong enough to keep from opening the letter?" Mark nodded. "Well, then," Chester announced, opening a bottle of wine and pouring two cups. "Shall we drink a toast to your success, o Macro del Strade of Seville?" Palace Mission. Mark was sitting on the back of a hay wagon, wondering if he could really pull this insane plan off. In addition to the letter, Chester Edgeworth had indeed furnished him with a few small devices and curious that they hopefully would help him, though it cost him almost all the rest of his money. Chester pointed out he was a businessman and didn't intend to take a loss just because some idiot created a time crisis for himself. Fair enough. Mark tried not to play with the little bud that sat deep in his ear; Chester had sold it to him, saying that it could translate languages, speaking into Mark's ear whatever he was focusing on. It could also possibly formulate phrases; if he spoke in English, it could tell him the closest translation to what he was saying. This model was old, though, and only spoke the French of this period. Chester didn't want him getting any clever ideas with a more powered-up version, since if something bad happened, it might come back on him. The reasoning initially annoyed Mark, but the more he thought about it, he reminded himself that he was here to rescue Becky. Nothing else. He thought about the conversation he'd had with their host while drinking wine and planning his initial move, heading to Paris. "So why did you begin time-travelling at all?" the man had asked. "Well, I;” Mark started saying, unsure of how to answer. "I found a time machine. Seems perfectly logical to use it." "Granted, but what's your personal motivation, Mark?" he asked. "Is it to see glorious historical events, are you a treasure hunter, a thrill-seeker who wants to run with the Dromaesaurs?" Mark blushed now. "Honest? I thought it'd be cool to have sex with women from history." To his amazement, Chester didn't laugh uproariously, he simply smiled and shrugged. "More common than you would think, especially amongst men your age, who are full of hormones. Let me ask, then; was getting laid in your own time-period difficult?" "Not really, no." "Well it's not any easier in the time stream, just so you know," Chester pointed out. "In some periods of history, it can be even harder, where religious fervor runs rampant and sexual repression is the law of the land. I assume you wouldn't go as far as to rape a girl." Mark shook his head. "Lots of men do when they find out that having sex in the past is harder than they anticipated," Chester said almost sadly, shaking his head. "You're one of the better ones. But for all that, the problem remains; getting into bed or a rug with Cleopatra is pretty much next to impossible. You might as well hope to seduce Scarlett Johansson when you're no one in particular." "Hey, I got Becky, didn't I?" Mark had protested. "Dumb luck, really, and she's a remarkable woman. Have you had sex with any women aside from Becky since you came to the Sun King's France?" He shrugged. "A few, I shared 'em with Becky." "Peasants, I assume?" "Mostly, yeah," Mark admitted. "There was one sophisto girl, but Becky did the talking and charmed the knickers off her for us." "If it weren't for Becky, you'd be completely out of your league here, boyo," Chester said simply. "And trust me, it won't get easier. Even history buffs who think they know everything get caught and pay the price. There's the history you know, the history you don't know, and the history that you don't know that you don't know." "What?" "What year did World War Two end?" Chester asked. "Simple. 1945." "So you know that. What year did the Crimean War start?" "I've heard of it, but I don't know anything about it." "Something you know that you don't know. Okay, tell me about the League of Ages Twelfth Nicean Temporal Council." "The what?" "Exactly," Chester had said emphatically, leaning forward and pointing with his wine glass to make a point. "An incredibly important historic event that you've never even heard of, but it happened all the same. Can you imagine trying to do something that conflicted with that? You wouldn't even know what clock-hammered you, or why; because only a practiced temporal traveler would be aware of the event at all. Time travel can be tedious." "It's certainly becoming less and less fun by the moment." Mark grumbled. "Probably the smartest thing you've said since you found that Holmes-Field Device," Chester agreed. "Life would be a lot easier if casual nitwits like yourself walked the other way when a time machine appeared in their path." "But don't you make a living selling to people like me?" Mark asked. "Hardly," Chester almost snorted. "Nitwits like you rarely have anything to even pay me with and usually require drastic amounts of assistance. No, my friend, the majority of my income is derived from customers who hail from the far future where time travel is an established industry and carefully regulated. Now those people are my bread and butter." "Did Becky and I really stand out?" Mark asked somewhat dully. "More and more with each passing moment," Chester answered. "You're too tall, too healthy, you have all your teeth, and your accents are absurd." Mark said nothing. "And by the way," added his host. "Those little packets of Airborne that you both carry in your pockets? The little Vitamin C boost things to ward off the sniffles? I can guarantee you that those will in no way, shape or form protect you from illnesses in this era. Only thing it'll do is turn your piss such a bright yellow that people will think you're possessed and the Inquisition will burn you." Mark ended up leaving the packets as a curio that Chester could sell to people from the future who wanted to snicker at how dumb people from the turn-of-the-millennium were. Carting to Paris. He had arranged transport to Paris with the wagon he was now on, making sure the farmer put some extra perk in his horse's step by offering him twice as many sou as was normal. The journey, which would normally take a week, with good weather, was promised to six days because of the extra money. Whatever the difference was between six-day speed and seven-day speed, Mark sure couldn't tell it. His communication with the farmer had been sluggish, certainly, mostly on his end, because he would try to say exactly what his little translator bud told him and he probably sounded like he'd had a stroke when he was speaking. The farmer laughed at his speech, but still did as he was asked. Mostly they slept at the side of the road in the piled hay, but one night they stayed in a roadside inn. Mark's funds were running out fast, even though the food he ate was paltry and rather unappetizing. He had to reach Paris. They then trundled through the town where Mark and Becky had first come to; and Mark hid himself in the straw, figuring it was best to not be seen by people whom he might be familiar with. Even if the innkeeper's two daughters would no doubt readily fuck him again. He fought the temptation to ignore Chester's instructions and simply go get his Holmes-Field Device and use it to rescue his teacher. But he disciplined himself and refrained, he was in enough trouble as it is.  Then he meditated; Known knowns. Known unknowns. Unknown unknowns. Fuck. The days and nights passed with Mark trying to keep himself from growing crazy by practicing his French and thinking of his plan. He had no idea whatsoever about what to do once he reached Paris. Get inside the royal palace? He couldn't exactly Google the plans for it, could he? "Regardez la!" the farmer said finally, calling back to Mark and pointing toward the west. As the sun was rising behind them, he could make out a sprawling sea of darkness in the distance, the silhouette of which prickled the sky. Endless plumes of smoke hung over the city as deep grey gave way to dawn behind them. He thought it might actually be pretty. And then the wind wafted over them from the west, bringing the unique scent of fabled Paris. "Jesus!" Mark croaked as he turned green, leaning over the side of the wagon and puking his guts out while the farmer roared with laughter. They entered the city. Mark wandered through the choking maze of streets, gaping at the chaos of architecture around him; houses seemed to almost be built on top of houses, to the place where some of them were leaning over almost drunkenly. The cobblestones of the road were wet and sticky with effluence, there was no way to avoid it. The stench was beyond belief. How had people ever lived like this? He had asked on repeated occasions where he could find La Rue de Grenuie, the place Chester had told him he would find the agent he'd referred to. Mark was reasonably certain most people were being helpful, even if they stared at him like he was an alien. He might as well have been, he was a head taller than just about everyone, clearly well-fed and had all his teeth. Mark had seen jack-o-lanterns with more teeth than most of the denizens of Paris' infamous streets. He took many wrong turns, because where he thought people had told him to go was often a dead end. Eventually, by divine providence, he found himself on the street he'd been asking for, evidenced by an ancient, worn rectangle of wood that said the name in faded green letters. Certain he was on the right track, he headed down the crowded street, stuffing his purse into the front of his breeches, since Chester had told him Paris was home to countless scoundrels who could remove his wealth without him even noticing. The crowds began to thin out somewhat, and the street got narrower, as if that was possible. The cobblestones were also surprisingly dry, not sticky or running with the sewage of the city behind him. Before long, it was barely wide enough to accommodate one person and he felt very uneasy about the rickety buildings that loomed over his head, almost blocking the sky. He then stopped in front of a black iron fence, pitted with age and with a chain wrapped around it. He tilted his head and unwrapped the chain, finding that the gate now swung open freely and with decidedly little noise. He stepped in, closed it behind himself and then fixed the chain back in place as best he could. He found himself walking through a tunnel, the buildings about him now made of stone. Dank and foreboding, he resisted the urge to run, not knowing what lay ahead. Eventually, he came to a small, bare courtyard. It might have been thirty feet by thirty feet and was devoid of almost all decoration. High brick and stone walls concealed it from the chaos of Paris. It was surprisingly quiet, as if the city dared not disturb the austere serenity. There was a single, grey stone bench in the middle of the courtyard. Facing away from him, clad in a great cloak, was a person, the hood thrown over their head to keep the merciless sun off them. Mark swallowed and took a deep breath before beginning to move forward. Was this Chester's agent? If he was, Mark had to be careful, because he'd been told the man was dangerous. He approached slowly, finally coming to a stop some five paces away, still facing the stranger's back. "Hello," he said faltering French. "My name is Mark. I have; sent; to you; today; for big help. I is need big help." "That you do, my friend," replied the person in a strangely lyrical voice. Then closed a small book of devotionals wwhich had clearly been studied and stood, still facing away. "That much is obvious, because your French is painful." Mark blushed in embarrassment as the translator bud told him what the person had said. Still concealed beneath their voluminous midnight-blue cloak, the mysterious person turned around and approached him. He resisted the urge to take a step back as the shrouded presence stood right in front of him. He couldn't help but notice the person was on the taller side, strange for a Parisian. Gloved hands pulled down the hood and Mark's eyes widened in amazement. Shining golden hair spilled in luxurious tresses down the person's back. The eyes were a dazzling blue, glinting with intelligence. The smile was serene, the teeth within white and perfect. Lady Alexandra. <

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durée : 00:02:56 - Le monde à l'endroit - Controverse sur la taxation des plus riches, endettement record et majorité ténue… Cela se passe Outre-Rhin et ça nous rappelle quelque chose… Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

C'est une grande première ! Dans l'un des cas du jours, il est question d'un mariage, plus précisément d'une robe de mariée. Et, notre animateur, Julien Courbet, n'a pas fait une seule référence à celui de Laura, la négociatrice de l'émission, auquel il n'a pas été invité... Chapeau ! Tous les jours, retrouvez en podcast les meilleurs moments de l'émission "Ça peut vous arriver", sur RTL.fr et sur toutes vos plateformes préférées. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Dans cet  épisode Nous explorons le divorce entre laFrance et l'Allemagne.Quelles sont les différencesentre les deux systèmes juridiques ? Que faut-il savoir lorsqu'on se séparedans un couple binationational ? Pour en parler, nous avons leplaisir d'accueillir Maître Julie Auvillain, avocate au Barreau deParis, spécialisée en droit international privé et en particulier dans lesaffaires transfrontalières franco-allemandes.Maitrisant parfaitement l'allemand, Julie accompagne depuis de nombreusesannées des familles confrontées à ces situations souvent délicates. Elle estégalement médiatrice  ce qui luidonne une double lecture — juridique et humaine — des séparationsinternationales.Ensemble, nous allons passer en revue les grandesdifférences entre les systèmes français et allemand, les enjeux de compétence,les risques d'erreurs, la place de l'amiable, et bien sûr, les questionstouchant aux enfants. Notre invitée Maitre Julie AUVILLAIN Avocate enDivorces internationaux et MédiateureAdresse : 23 avenue Bosquet F-75007 PARISTél. : +33(0)6.72.52.13.14Mail : avocat@julieauvillain.comSite internet : www.julieauvillain.comwww.linkedin.com/in/julieauvillainThèmes évoqués dans l'épisode :La maison des solutions Nostalents et services - FRANCAIS | Maison des Solutions·       Présentation (2.50)·       Quelles sont, selon toi, les principalesdifférences entre le droit du divorce en France et en Allemagne ? (6.50)·       Exemples où une démarche amiable a permisd'éviter un contentieux long et coûteux (16.30)·       En cas de mariage avec contrat, comment lesrégimes matrimoniaux sont-ils pris en compte de part et d'autre ? (21.50)·       Quand un couple franco-allemand se sépare,comment décide-t-on de la juridiction compétente pour le divorce ? (26.00)·       Comment la résidence des enfants est-elledécidée dans un divorce franco-allemand (29.20)·       Quels conseils donnais-tu à un Français ou uneFrançaise marié(e) à un(e) Allemand(e) qui envisage une séparation ? (32.30) Vos hôtes : AUDREY ZEITOUN est coachde vie spécialisée en relations de couple et divorce, française basée àLondres, travaillant avec des clients anglophones et francophones dans le mondeentier. Audrey dispose d'une formation approfondie accréditée par la FédérationInternationale de Coaching. Elle propose des consultations en visio en ligne ouau Medicare Français à Londres. Allez sur son sitehttp://www.audreyzcoaching.com  pour lireses derniers blogs et actualités. Suivez-la sur le réseaux sociaux: FB,Linkedin, Instagram and YoutubeSARAH-JANE TASTEYRE estMédiatrice familiale et avocate de la famille internationale au Barreau deParis, formée aux modes alternatifs de résolution des conflits, basée à Leeds(Royaume Uni), après avoir vécu à Hong Kong et à Tokyo. En plus de traiter desquestions de droit de la famille internationale, Sarah-Jane assiste les clientsdans la planification successorale internationale, et plus particulièrementdans la mise en place de testaments, ainsi que dans les dossiers de successionsinternationales. Contact email sjt@tasteyrefamilylaw.co.uk  ou whatsapp : +852 5239 2813 (Hong Kong) +4407494017055 (UK)⁠https://linktr.ee/tasteyrefamilylawSite web : SJTFamily Mediation | Family Mediation servicesPremier contact pour ensavoir plus sur la médiation 15 minutes gratuithttps://calendly.com/sarahjanefamilylawyer/initial-meeting-family-mediation-rdv-initial

durée : 00:02:14 - Le brief éco - Le conglomérat indien Jindal Steel souhaite racheter la branche acier de l'allemand ThyssenKrupp, premier sidérurgiste européen, en difficulté face à la concurrence chinoise et au coût de l'énergie. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Aujourd'hui dans l'émission, on parle avec une vampire, les pires tounes dans le Quiz à Seb et le four à pizza de notre victime du Coup de 16h20 est défectueux.

Bienvenue sur Avant j'étais prof, le podcast des enseignants en reconversion.Christine a 49 ans, et elle a enseigné l'allemand pendant 22 ans au sein de l'Éducation nationale. Après un long cheminement marqué par une profonde remise en question, elle a finalement pris la décision de démissionner pour accepter une offre d'emploi qui lui tendait les bras.Aujourd'hui, Christine a retrouvé un nouvel élan professionnel en devenant agent d'accueil et guide conférencière à l'Assemblée nationale. Un métier qui lui permet de retrouver la transmission qui lui tenait tant à cœur.Dans cet épisode, on parle de réformes, de démission, de bilan de compétences, de statut de contractuel, de sécurité financière, de concours et de renouveau.Bonne écoute !_____

Ce jeudi 28 août, la relance du couple franco-allemand et son impact sur les entreprises, la position de l'Europe en matière de décarbonation, et la tendance des États-Unis vers une étatisation de l'économie, ont été abordés par Sophie Sidos-Vicat, présidente des CCEF et vice-présidente de la holding du groupe Vicat, Ludovic Desautez, directeur délégué de La Tribune, et Alexandra Roulet, professeur à l'Insead et membre du Cercle des Économistes, dans l'émission Les Experts, présentée par Raphaël Legendre sur BFM Business. Retrouvez l'émission du lundi au vendredi et réécoutez la en podcast.

Deux accidents de voiture étrangement similaire, à trois ans d'intervalle. La nuit, presque à la même heure. Deux morts. Dans le premier cas, une femme qui venait juste de se marier, dans le deuxième un homme qui lui aussi, venait de convoler en juste noces. La police va finir par s'intéresser à ces sorties de route qui se ressemblent trop. Va apparaitre alors en filigrane un couple de jeunes amants tout aussi discrets que tourmentés. Ils vont être soupçonnés d'avoir assassiné leurs conjoints respectifs alors qu'ils étaient encore en pleine lune de miel. Le voile va ainsi se lever sur Aurore Martin, une Belge, et sur Peter Uwe Schmitt, un Allemand.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Mes chers camarades, bien le bonjour ! Bienvenue dans ce nouvel entretien historique dans lequel j'ai eu le plaisir d'accueillir Nicolas Patin, qui est spécialiste de l'histoire de l'Allemagne de 1914 à 1945, du nazisme, de la Shoah, et de la République de Weimar. Et si vous avez lu le titre, vous le savez : Weimar, on va en parler aujourd'hui ! Parce que cette république, à part savoir qu'elle a été en place entre la chute de l'Empire allemand et l'arrivée au pouvoir des nazis, au final on n'en sait pas forcément grand chose, et l'émission d'aujourd'hui va permettre de rectifier un peu le tir ! Alors ne faisons pas plus long, je vous souhaite une bonne écoute sur Nota Bene !➤ Pour aller plus loin :➜ Découvrez le livre “Le monde nazi : 1919 - 1945” que Nicolas a coécrit avec Christian Ingrao et Johann Chapoutot : https://www.tallandier.com/livre/le-monde-nazi/ ➜ Retrouvez le passage de Nicolas chez le camarade Rivenzi : https://youtu.be/JtXm_i2TU3g

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Le président français et le chancelier allemand se sont rencontrés, ce mercredi 23 juillet, pour préparer le prochain conseil des ministres, qui aura lieu le 29 août. Malgré une volonté affichée de coopération, les tensions restent vives sur des sujets comme la défense ou le commerce. Mention légales : Vos données de connexion, dont votre adresse IP, sont traités par Radio Classique, responsable de traitement, sur la base de son intérêt légitime, par l'intermédiaire de son sous-traitant Ausha, à des fins de réalisation de statistiques agréées et de lutte contre la fraude. Ces données sont supprimées en temps réel pour la finalité statistique et sous cinq mois à compter de la collecte à des fins de lutte contre la fraude. Pour plus d'informations sur les traitements réalisés par Radio Classique et exercer vos droits, consultez notre Politique de confidentialité.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

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durée : 00:04:22 - Le Zoom de France Inter - Avec 6 millions de visiteurs chaque année, Europa Park, à 60 kilomètres de Strasbourg, est le deuxième parc le plus fréquenté d'Europe, derrière Disneyland Paris. Divisé en 17 quartiers thématiques européens, il s'étend sur 95 hectares et propose une centaine d'attractions. Vous aimez ce podcast ? Pour écouter tous les autres épisodes sans limite, rendez-vous sur Radio France.

Crainte d'une escalade, et de la fermeture du détroit d'Ormuz par lequel transite 20% du pétrole mondial. Les frappes sur l'Iran se sont poursuivies lundi (23 juin 2025) et les ministres européens des Affaires étrangères ont à nouveau appelé à une solution diplomatique... un appel relayé par la presse allemande et le gouvernement de Friederich Merz, non sans quelques tiraillements. Franceline Beretti. TikTok réseau n°1 en Roumanie  Les Roumains n'ont pas fini de tirer les leçons politiques et médiatiques du dernier scrutin présidentiel. C'est finalement l'ancien maire de Bucarest, le libéral francophone Nicusor Dan qui a été élu... mais l'extrême droite n'est pas passée loin. Un premier tour qui s'était tenu en novembre a d'ailleurs été invalidé par la Cour constitutionnelle. Un parfait inconnu Calin Georgescu était arrivé en tête. Un populiste d'extrême droite qui avait fait toute sa campagne sur le réseau social chinois de partage de vidéos TikTok. La justice étudie des soupçons de manipulation et d'ingérence russe....   TikTok, une plateforme incontournable dans le pays, une personne sur deux l'utilise, et pas seulement des jeunes. Reportage à Bucarest de Marine Leduc.     Aux racines des émeutes racistes en Irlande du Nord Amnesty international n'hésite pas à parler, je cite, «d'une année de haine» en Irlande du Nord, pour les victimes de racisme. Suite à la vague d'émeutes qui ont embrasé la ville de Ballymena, une petite ville située à une heure au nord de Belfast, des dizaines de familles issues de l'immigration ont été contraintes de fuir leur logement. Bilan et reportage signé Clémence Pénard.     L'exode des Allemands après la Seconde Guerre mondiale, vu à travers 140 photos C'est une exposition exceptionnelle qui se tient en ce moment à Berlin. Elle revient sur un épisode de la fin de la Seconde Guerre mondiale. La fuite des 12 millions de germanophones de l'Europe de l'Est,  après la capitulation de l'Allemagne. Delphine Nerbollier à Berlin. 

Crainte d'une escalade, et de la fermeture du détroit d'Ormuz par lequel transite 20% du pétrole mondial. Les frappes sur l'Iran se sont poursuivies lundi (23 juin 2025) et les ministres européens des Affaires étrangères ont à nouveau appelé à une solution diplomatique... un appel relayé par la presse allemande et le gouvernement de Friederich Merz, non sans quelques tiraillements. Franceline Beretti. TikTok réseau n°1 en Roumanie  Les Roumains n'ont pas fini de tirer les leçons politiques et médiatiques du dernier scrutin présidentiel. C'est finalement l'ancien maire de Bucarest, le libéral francophone Nicusor Dan qui a été élu... mais l'extrême droite n'est pas passée loin. Un premier tour qui s'était tenu en novembre a d'ailleurs été invalidé par la Cour constitutionnelle. Un parfait inconnu Calin Georgescu était arrivé en tête. Un populiste d'extrême droite qui avait fait toute sa campagne sur le réseau social chinois de partage de vidéos TikTok. La justice étudie des soupçons de manipulation et d'ingérence russe....   TikTok, une plateforme incontournable dans le pays, une personne sur deux l'utilise, et pas seulement des jeunes. Reportage à Bucarest de Marine Leduc.     Aux racines des émeutes racistes en Irlande du Nord Amnesty international n'hésite pas à parler, je cite, «d'une année de haine» en Irlande du Nord, pour les victimes de racisme. Suite à la vague d'émeutes qui ont embrasé la ville de Ballymena, une petite ville située à une heure au nord de Belfast, des dizaines de familles issues de l'immigration ont été contraintes de fuir leur logement. Bilan et reportage signé Clémence Pénard.     L'exode des Allemands après la Seconde Guerre mondiale, vu à travers 140 photos C'est une exposition exceptionnelle qui se tient en ce moment à Berlin. Elle revient sur un épisode de la fin de la Seconde Guerre mondiale. La fuite des 12 millions de germanophones de l'Europe de l'Est,  après la capitulation de l'Allemagne. Delphine Nerbollier à Berlin. 

Aujourd'hui, Didier Giraud, Emmanuel de Villiers et Joëlle Dago-Serry débattent de l'actualité autour d'Alain Marschall et Olivier Truchot.

Comment Fritz Kolbe, fonctionnaire du IIIe Reich, transmet des centaines de documents secrets aux Alliés. Mention légales : Vos données de connexion, dont votre adresse IP, sont traités par Radio Classique, responsable de traitement, sur la base de son intérêt légitime, par l'intermédiaire de son sous-traitant Ausha, à des fins de réalisation de statistiques agréées et de lutte contre la fraude. Ces données sont supprimées en temps réel pour la finalité statistique et sous cinq mois à compter de la collecte à des fins de lutte contre la fraude. Pour plus d'informations sur les traitements réalisés par Radio Classique et exercer vos droits, consultez notre Politique de confidentialité.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:37:16 - Questions du soir : le débat - par : Quentin Lafay, Stéphanie Villeneuve - L'arrivée de Friedrich Merz relance le couple franco-allemand. Entre ambitions communes et lignes de fracture persistantes, les deux pays ont décidé de renouer des liens qui s'étaient distendus avec le précédent chancelier Olaf Scholz. - réalisation : François Richer - invités : Alexandre Robinet-Borgomano Responsable du programme Allemagne de l'Institut Montaigne; Jeanette Süß Chercheuse au comité d'études des relations franco-allemandes.

durée : 00:42:43 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - Quelques jours après la chute du mur de Berlin, Serge Daney reçoit Yann Lardeau, critique de cinéma et auteur du premier livre en français sur Fassbinder. Le cinéaste n'a eu de cesse, tout au long de sa carrière, de revisiter l'histoire collective d'une partie de son pays à travers les époques. - réalisation : Emily Vallat

Le Journal en français facile du mercredi 14 mai  2025, 18 h 00 à Paris.Retrouvez votre épisode avec la transcription synchronisée et des exercices pédagogiques pour progresser en français : http://rfi.my/BfZZ.A

durée : 00:10:40 - Le Disque classique du jour du mercredi 14 mai 2025 - Yoann Moulin achève ici ce périple dans le répertoire de la musique de clavecin allemand du XVIIe siècle. Nous voici aux portes de l'art de Johann Sebastian Bach avec les compositeurs qui ont été ses modèles directs et qui lui ont transmis les principes des styles italiens et français.

durée : 00:10:40 - Le Disque classique du jour du mercredi 14 mai 2025 - Yoann Moulin achève ici ce périple dans le répertoire de la musique de clavecin allemand du XVIIe siècle. Nous voici aux portes de l'art de Johann Sebastian Bach avec les compositeurs qui ont été ses modèles directs et qui lui ont transmis les principes des styles italiens et français.

durée : 00:14:57 - Journal de 8 h - Les dirigeants français, britannique, allemand et polonais à Kiev aujourd'hui. Ils retrouvent Volodymyr Zelenski pour pour afficher leur soutien à l'Ukraine et réclamer à Moscou, de concert avec les États-Unis, un cessez-le-feu inconditionnel de 30 jours. - réalisation : La Rédaction de France Culture, Margot Delpierre, Brice Garcia

durée : 00:14:57 - Journal de 8 h - Les dirigeants français, britannique, allemand et polonais à Kiev aujourd'hui. Ils retrouvent Volodymyr Zelenski pour pour afficher leur soutien à l'Ukraine et réclamer à Moscou, de concert avec les États-Unis, un cessez-le-feu inconditionnel de 30 jours. - réalisation : La Rédaction de France Culture, Margot Delpierre, Brice Garcia

durée : 00:14:57 - Journal de 8 h - Les dirigeants français, britannique, allemand et polonais à Kiev aujourd'hui. Ils retrouvent Volodymyr Zelenski pour pour afficher leur soutien à l'Ukraine et réclamer à Moscou, de concert avec les États-Unis, un cessez-le-feu inconditionnel de 30 jours. - réalisation : La Rédaction de France Culture, Margot Delpierre, Brice Garcia

La visite du nouveau chancelier allemand Friedrich Merz à l'Élysée marque un premier rendez-vous franco-allemand traditionnel. L'objectif est de surmonter les malentendus hérités de l'ère Scholz et de renforcer la coopération bilatérale. Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 02:29:51 - Les Matins - par : Guillaume Erner, Isabelle de Gaulmyn - . - réalisation : Félicie Faugère - invités : Hind Meddeb Journaliste et documentariste française; Marie Rose Moro Pédopsychiatre, directrice de la maison de Solenn, et professeure à l'université Paris-Descartes.; Hans Stark Professeur de civilisation allemande contemporaine à Sorbonne Université, conseiller pour les relations franco-allemandes à l'IFRI; Mathieu Bellahsen Psychiatre de secteur en région parisienne

durée : 00:20:14 - Journal de 18h - Le conservateur Friedrich Merz a dû se soumettre à un humiliant second tour de vote au Bundestag pour parvenir à être élu. Analyse politique dans ce journal.

durée : 00:48:11 - Affaires sensibles - par : Fabrice Drouelle, Franck COGNARD - Aujourd'hui dans Affaires sensibles, Prora, une station balnéaire au bord de la Baltique construite en 1936 sous l'ère nazie. Hitler confie à l'architecte Clement Klotz la mission suivante : créer une station balnéaire pour les travailleurs allemands – comprendre « pour aryens seulement ». - réalisé par : Etienne BERTIN

La coopération franco-allemande passe un nouveau cap. Désormais, le deux pays coopèrent sur la question de l'origine des objets culturels d'Afrique subsaharienne détenus dans les musées des deux pays. Il y a un an, un fond a été lancé et trois projets sélectionnés. Les diverses équipes de chercheurs se sont réunies pour la première fois la semaine dernière à Berlin. De notre correspondante,Une conférence ouverte au public en plein centre de Berlin, puis deux journées de travail entre chercheurs, ont officiellement lancé le fond franco-allemand de recherche sur la provenance des objets culturels d'Afrique subsaharienne. Au total, plusieurs dizaines de chercheurs vont travailler pendant trois ans. Ils viennent de France, d'Allemagne, mais aussi du Cameroun, du Sénégal, du Bénin, du Mali ou encore de Tanzanie, des pays qui ont été colonisés par ces deux puissances au XIXe et au XXe siècle. Julie Sissia est responsable scientifique de ce fond. Elle nous en explique le concept :« Les gouvernements français et allemands ont fait le constat qu'il était nécessaire pour ces deux pays, qui renferment les collections d'objets d'Afrique subsaharienne parmi les plus importantes en Europe, de mettre en commun les ressources des chercheurs de provenance et aussi les ressources dans les universités et dans les musées, pour faire la lumière sur les circulations des objets qui participent d'un phénomène de colonisation qui est, on le sait, un phénomène européen. Les histoires ne sont pas exclusivement nationales, quand bien même la France et l'Allemagne ont des histoires coloniales qui sont très différentes. La colonisation allemande s'est arrêtée plus tôt, elle a commencé plus tard que celle de la France. »À lire aussiRestitution des œuvres d'art africaines: la France et l'Allemagne lancent un fonds de recherche« L'effet Macron » propulse trois projets de rechercheCe projet de recherche franco-allemand n'aurait pas vu le jour sans l'impulsion donnée par le président Emmanuel Macron sur la question de la restitution des biens culturels aux pays africains. Après son discours de Ouagadougou, en 2017, le président français a restitué 26 biens au Bénin. Pour Hamady Bocoum, ancien directeur du musée des Civilisations noires de Dakar, cette étape a été cruciale :« Il faut reconnaître que finalement, c'est la parole du prince qui a le plus porté. Je veux parler de ''l'effet Macron'', quand il a déclaré ne pas pouvoir accepter qu'une large part du patrimoine culturel des pays d'Afrique soit en France. Il a projeté de les restituer dans les cinq ans, ce qui n'a pas pu être fait, mais il a quand même ouvert les vannes. J'ai la naïveté de penser que les lignes vont bouger malgré de réelles résistances. »Désormais, c'est une nouvelle étape scientifique qui commence. Le fond franco-allemand a sélectionné trois projets de recherche. L'un d'entre eux se concentre sur plus d'une centaine de restes humains, des crânes, des os, des squelettes pillés par les colons dans les actuels Cameroun, Tanzanie et Namibie. Des restes humains conservés dans les collections de l'université de Strasbourg. Sylvain Djache Nzefa coordonne la route des chefferies au Cameroun, et il participe à ce projet de recherche :« Ils viennent de la Tanzanie, du Cameroun, mais il y a un travail encore beaucoup plus poussé que les historiens sont en train de faire sur leur origine exacte. Ces restes humains font partie de quelle communauté ? On parle de 1902, 1905, pour le Cameroun. Comment était le territoire ? Comment étaient organisées les chefferies traditionnelles ? Voilà de quoi il s'agit. »À lire aussiLa restitution des œuvres d'art africainDes objets culturels et objets du quotidien seront analysésUn autre projet vient de débuter. Il concerne les objets culturels issus de la communauté banama et spoliés dans ce qui était le Soudan français au tournant du XXe siècle. Une partie de ces objets se trouvent au musée du Quai Branly à Paris. Une autre, encore plus importante, à Hambourg, en Allemagne. La plupart ont été « rapportés » par l'ethnologue allemand Leo Frobenius, dont il faut désormais analyser les archives. C'est l'une des taches du chercheur allemand Richard Kuba :« On a énormément de matériel visuel, des photographies, des croquis, des aquarelles. Un but de ce projet, c'est d'utiliser ces images, mais aussi les archives écrites, les journaux de voyages qu'on a, qui sont extrêmement difficiles à déchiffrer parce que c'est un monsieur qui a une écriture à la main compliquée. De ramener ça, de le mettre en contexte avec les objets qu'il a collectés au Mali en 1907 et 1908 de la région des Banamas. »Le troisième projet se concentre sur des objets du quotidien, des instruments de musique, des objets cultuels, des ustensiles de cuisine, familiers, mais souvent méconnus dans leurs sociétés d'origine et dans les lieux où ils sont conservés. Les chercheurs souhaitent les relier de nouveau à leurs communautés, et notamment aux femmes, et donner la parole à celles et ceux qui ont été exclus dans l'histoire coloniale.Au final, ces différents projets de recherche donneront lieu à des publications, à des expositions. Mais le but est aussi de créer une dynamique scientifique, avec d'autres pays qui, comme la France et l'Allemagne, possèdent des collections issues d'Afrique subsaharienne. 

En septembre 2011, à Èze sur la Côte-D'Azur, on retrouve un Allemand du nom de Drost Notthoff, pendu, chez lui. A priori, il se serait suicidé, mais personne n'y croit et assez vite, l'enquête se concentre sur l'une de ses ex.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

En septembre 2011, à Èze sur la Côte-D'Azur, on retrouve un Allemand du nom de Drost Notthoff, pendu, chez lui. A priori, il se serait suicidé, mais personne n'y croit et assez vite, l'enquête se concentre sur l'une de ses ex.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

En septembre 2011, à Èze sur la Côte-D'Azur, on retrouve un Allemand du nom de Drost Notthoff, pendu, chez lui. A priori, il se serait suicidé, mais personne n'y croit et assez vite, l'enquête se concentre sur l'une de ses ex.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.