The snow still fell when Alex<strong>and</strong>ra returned in the late morning. The woman had delivered a boy, <strong>and</strong> she had assistedthe doctor at the hospital. Next time, she was sure, she could do that job by herself. Exhausted, she fell into bed.In the afternoon a group of men <strong>and</strong> women from the second class carriages massed on the platform. Someone unrolleda red flag. Singing revolutionary songs <strong>and</strong> waving their fists they marched on the border station. <strong>Konrad</strong> calledAlex<strong>and</strong>ra to come <strong>and</strong> watch the commotion. The group vanished in the snowstorm. Apparently the strikers had let thempass.A German-speaking gentleman observing the scene made a few carefully phrased comments on the dangerously chaoticRussian proletariat <strong>and</strong> then introduced himself as Freiherr von der Schulenburg, a member of the German embassy inSt. Petersburg. Round <strong>and</strong> jolly with a pink complexion, he seemed the most unlikely diplomat.When introducing him to Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, <strong>Konrad</strong> mentioned that his wife was Georgian, <strong>and</strong> von der Schulenburgimmediately asked whether they knew Joachim von Bredow. <strong>Konrad</strong> told him that they had just seen the Bredows inMunich <strong>and</strong> invited him for a glass of cognac. Schulenburg’s travel companion, Prince Konstantin de Oldenbourg anolder, distinguished-looking Russian diplomat in full uniform, greeted Alex<strong>and</strong>ra with a perfect h<strong>and</strong>kiss. He had knownher gr<strong>and</strong>father Chavchavadze in the late 1870s when he had been stationed in Tiflis during the Turkish campaign. Also,his wife, Agraphina Djaparidze, was Georgian.Oldenbourg asked. "Were you the Samaritan who requisitioned the locomotive to take that woman to the hospital lastnight?""I am a physician, it was my duty to help the hapless woman.""Of course, but to persuade this hard-nosed, German station master to lend you his engine, is hardly part of your medicaleducation."He raised his glass <strong>and</strong> with the boisterous charm of an adopted Georgian toasted her. "My respects, Princess Dadiani-Rost! We diplomats were unable to do as you did. A worthy daughter of your illustrious ancestors!""Oh, well, a woman sometimes has more power than an official of his Majesty the Emperor!" remarked Alex<strong>and</strong>ra withher father’s laugh.They whiled away the night, Oldenbourg telling heroic anecdotes from his Transcaucasian campaigns—he had been thecomm<strong>and</strong>er of the feared Kubán-Cossack Cavalry.On the fifth day of their forced detention the sun rose on a world covered in hoarfrost. Fantastic ice formations hung fromthe telephone wires <strong>and</strong> encrusted the bare branches of the trees. Deep snow blanketed the countryside. <strong>Konrad</strong>suggested to go for a walk. As they were getting ready to leave a gentleman in a heavy bearskin coat appeared askingfor Professor <strong>and</strong> Frau Dr. Rost.He introduced himself as Friedrich von Bredow, a cousin of Joachim’s. Joachim had called from Munich asking him tocare for <strong>Konrad</strong> <strong>and</strong> Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, would they accept an invitation to his manor house? It was only an hour’s distance fromhere. He would deliver them back to the station tomorrow morning.<strong>Konrad</strong> asked how Joachim had discovered that they were str<strong>and</strong>ed in Eydtkuhnen.Von Bredow said that Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s rescue of the pregnant woman had been carried by the papers as part of a report onthe snowbound train. In fact two other colleagues of Joachim were on the train, Herr von der Schulenburg <strong>and</strong> PrinceOldenbourg. If they would allow him, he would like to invite them too. Three comfortable sleighs were waiting. Bredowwas delighted that they had already met the two diplomats.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra consulted with the station master who assured her with many bows that the train would not leave withoutthem. Should the border open during the night, he would telephone Herrn von Bredow, <strong>and</strong> "selbstverständlich FrauDoktor" he would hold the train until their return.Elisabeth would watch their belongings, could they bring Otto along? Oh, there was plenty of room in the sleighs <strong>and</strong> atthe house there would be a throng of their own children for him to play with.<strong>Konrad</strong> was overwhelmed by so much unexpected hospitality."Look," said Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, dressing Otto in his warmest clothes, "they live out here in the woods on their baronial estates,two hours by train from the nearest larger city, the company of friends is their only real pleasure."The horses steamed <strong>and</strong> snorted clouds in the cold air, jingling harnesses, an occasional crack of Bredow’s whip. Theyflew across the snow, dark woods, frozen lakes <strong>and</strong> more woods. Wrapped in several rough blankets sitting between hisparents Otto said. "Mummy, the blanket scratches me. Where are we going?"Alex<strong>and</strong>ra tucked the blanket away from his face. "To the Snow Castle, Otto, deep in the woods. Herr von Bredow livesthere with his many children."Otto burrowed with his small arm through the blankets until he found his mother’s h<strong>and</strong>. "Mummy, tell me the story ofyour gr<strong>and</strong>father’s castle."Putting her arm around him she began. "Once upon a time my gr<strong>and</strong>father built a castle for Gr<strong>and</strong>mother <strong>and</strong> their manychildren in a beautiful valley where grapes grow <strong>and</strong> the sun shines. From the house they could see the high snowmountains, but it never snowed in the valley. In the high mountains lived wild men who envied the people in the valleytheir grapes <strong>and</strong> good life. One night, when my gr<strong>and</strong>father was not home they came down on their horses <strong>and</strong> brokeinto the house <strong>and</strong> captured Gr<strong>and</strong>mother <strong>and</strong> all her children. They took them to their hideout deep in the woods.124
Gr<strong>and</strong>father was very sad when he found his wife <strong>and</strong> all his children gone. But the emperor of Russia came toGr<strong>and</strong>father’s aid <strong>and</strong> gave him much money to ransom his children. With that money Gr<strong>and</strong>father filled a whole wagonwith gold pieces, drove into the mountains, <strong>and</strong> brought back Gr<strong>and</strong>mother <strong>and</strong> her children. They lived many yearshappily thereafter. Gr<strong>and</strong>father died, but Gr<strong>and</strong>mother is still alive in that castle with Uncle David <strong>and</strong> Uncle George <strong>and</strong>their children. Next year I will take you to Kakheti to Gr<strong>and</strong>father’s castle.""Mummy," said Otto, "are there wild men in these woods?"Von Bredow turned around <strong>and</strong> laughed. "No Otto, our soldiers have driven them all across the border."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra smiled. "Where they live happily ever after."Bredow cracked his whip over the horses <strong>and</strong> sighed. "We hope so, but who can foretell."Soon the Snow Castle appeared, an elegant manor house surrounded by farm buildings <strong>and</strong> old oaks. Friedrich’s wife, atall, gaunt woman with the first few str<strong>and</strong>s of gray in her blond hair <strong>and</strong> laughing blue eyes, welcomed her guests at thedoor. From behind her a gang of children dressed in animal heads <strong>and</strong> costumes danced noisily into the yard. Thechildren barked, trumpeted, <strong>and</strong> crowed dancing around Otto. At first Otto held on to his mother, but the animals cried,"We don't have a lion, will you be our lion king?" Otto roared from behind his mother. Under much shouting <strong>and</strong> laughterthe children took him upstairsThe Bredows made their guests comfortable in front of a roaring fireplace in the salon. Herr von Bredow offered anaperitif, <strong>and</strong> while the men discussed the threatening developments in Russia, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra had to describe Georgia to thecurious ladies of the house. The lively conversation <strong>and</strong> the warm atmosphere reminded Alex<strong>and</strong>ra of the familymeetings at the house of her gr<strong>and</strong>father in Kakheti.Mrs. von Bredow had prepared a festive table in the dining room, old family silver, Meissen porcelain, <strong>and</strong> Bohemianwine glasses. The delicate smell of burning charcoal wafted through the room from a simmering samovar that reflectedthe light of the many c<strong>and</strong>les. Between the settings she had placed fir twigs as decoration. An enormous tiled stovereaching almost to the ceiling spread warmth.They were served pheasant that Bredow had shot himself with preserved wild cranberries <strong>and</strong> potatoes <strong>and</strong> an oldFrench red wine from his cellar.After coffee the lady of the house accompanied Prince Oldenbourg—who turned out to have quite a respectable tenorvoice—to selections from Schubert’s WinterreiseWhen Otto <strong>and</strong> the children reached the upstairs, the donkey pawed his hoof, brayed at Otto, <strong>and</strong> turned him into a lion.Now, when he roared, everyone fled in terror."Don't run away," Otto said in his natural voice, "I promise to be a good king to you."The animals brayed <strong>and</strong> barked, the rooster crowed, the snake wound itself around his arm, but then the elephanttrumpeted loudly, <strong>and</strong> Otto became frightened again. He had never heard an elephant trumpet before."Don't be frightened," whispered the snake, "You are the all-powerful king, you have only to roar <strong>and</strong> all animals will obeyyou." He roared at the elephant ferociously, <strong>and</strong> the elephant waved his trunk sideways <strong>and</strong> knelt down before him. Andthen he noticed that the mouse had fearlessly climbed onto the elephant's broad back <strong>and</strong> was inviting him to follow her.He climbed next to the mouse holding on to the elephant's shoulder <strong>and</strong> off they went running through the house."This house has many hidden rooms <strong>and</strong> stairs." said the mouse, "I will show them to you. The elephant is too big topass some of the secret passages, but I can."They ran down a long, dark corridor with many rooms. In one the snake had her bed, another was occupied by the bird, itwas full of feathers, the dogs lived in a surprisingly clean room."Where does the elephant live?" asked Otto. "Oh, he is already big, he goes to school <strong>and</strong> has a room downstairs," daidthe mouse, "<strong>and</strong> the rooster lives in the attic, so he can see the sun first every morning <strong>and</strong> crow when we have to getup."Otto asked, "Do I get a room too?" "I will show you, it's a special room above the dining room," said the mouse <strong>and</strong>whispered to the elephant, who stopped <strong>and</strong> with his trunk grabbed the mouse <strong>and</strong> set her on the floor. Otto slid down byhimself.The mouse opened a door <strong>and</strong> let him in, the others all waited in the hall. "Look," said the mouse, "here is a hole throughwhich you can see into the dining room <strong>and</strong> spy on the grown-ups." She opened a trap door in the floor. A blast of hot aircame through the opening. Otto went on his belly <strong>and</strong> peered down. The door was above the huge, tiled stove in thedining room. Voices came from below, <strong>and</strong> after he had figured out how to peer around the stove, he saw his mothersitting next to a gentleman who looked like his uncle Niko only much older. They were eating with silver forks fromelegant plates, drinking red wine, <strong>and</strong> talking. He roared at them but they must have thought that it was the wind fanningthe fire in the stove, no one paid attention to the lion.When they returned to the dark corridor the animals were making a deafening noise surrounding Otto <strong>and</strong> threateninghim with their arms, beaks, <strong>and</strong> the elephant's trunk. He raised his paws at them showing his claws <strong>and</strong> roared his mostfrightening roar. 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