Colette, attending a peasant wedding at the age of thirteen, was terribly consternated when a girlfriend took her to see the wedding chamber: The young couple's bedroom Under its curtains of Adrianople red, the tall, narrow bed, the bed stuffed with down and crammed with goose down pillows, the bed that is to be the final scene of this wedding day all steaming with sweat, incense, the breath of cattle, the aroma of different sauces Shortly the young couple will be arriving here.