On the southeast side of Versailles Palace Square, just outside the Sycamore Grove, there was a small courtyard enclosed by a stone wall, a hundred meters square. Inside the courtyard, there was a crucible furnace for smelting iron, and about ten wooden sheds of various sizes.
At that moment, Joseph stood in front of the main gate of the courtyard, where a stone stele read "Royal Armory," bowing deeply to the retreating figure of Louis XVI.
Just now, he had accompanied His Majesty the King to the armory's opening ceremony. His father must have been overjoyed, for he had, exceptionally, delivered a speech of up to five sentences in public, and had hardly stuttered at all.
Of course, this was after all the factory that he had invested in and was mass-producing the weapons he had developed, and even the main craftsmen had been trained by him, so it was only natural to be a little happier.