She left the church in panic.In a quiet piazza she found a stone bench in the sun. She leaned against the warm wall <strong>and</strong> closed her eyes.Paranoia, auditory hallucinations, she analyzed herself with clinical precision. The next step, schizophrenia. She shookher head. What was going on inside her: the bloodbath in East-Prussia, the superstitious train conductor, Clara inHanover, Dahl’s skeptical analysis of her work, her clairvoyance before K<strong>and</strong>insky’s painting of Nina, <strong>and</strong> now, voices.Were these events related? Maybe the vision of the bloodbath <strong>and</strong> the voice in the church were products of her owndistressed psyche, but she should not attach mystical meanings to the other happenings, they were ordinarycoincidences.When Dahl had asked her about the meaning of life, she had been flippant. What really did she know about death? Shehad never faced it, death had never before spoken to her.She truly meant what she had told Dahl; death experiences were able to open one’s mind. But to imagine death as herconstant companion was another matter. She had not given much thought to death’s constant presence.A group of children had set up a game of hopscotch on the flagstones of the piazza, their noisy laughter drove the ghostsaway.Clara had given her a copy of Rilke’s Elegies <strong>and</strong> Claudia a slim volume, Vereinigungen by Musil. She read in both atr<strong>and</strong>om, drifting between Rilke’s religious visions, Musil’s dissolute characters, the floating seascape, <strong>and</strong> her new visionof ever-present death.As night descended, the isl<strong>and</strong>s dissolved in a haze of blues <strong>and</strong> purples. Somewhere an orchestra played dance music.She had skipped dinner in favor of remaining on deck in her chair, letting herself be spun into a cocoon by her books <strong>and</strong>the night.A man’s voice interrupted her dreams. He spoke Georgian. "Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, would you allow me to dance with you?"The familiar voice startled her. She looked up <strong>and</strong> closed her eyes in confusion. Dizziness overcame her. Anotherapparition?Dato Ortaladze.He sat down in a chair next to her <strong>and</strong> silently waited for her to recover.When she looked at him again, he was smiling."Forgive my disturbing you. I saw you already in Venice, <strong>and</strong> have watched you with confused feelings ever since. But Icould not bring myself to speak to you. You did not recognize me. I finally told Christine, my wife, what happened inShuamta. I had never dared disturb our marriage with these old, adolescent tales. Christine urged me to talk to you <strong>and</strong>bring you two together. "Silence befell them. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra closed her eyes <strong>and</strong> sighed. Persephone’s prophecy. Dato had come back to her—withthe woman who would save him.She tried to chase Venice from her mind. For the moment she needed a clear head. Dato had no idea of Persephone’scurse <strong>and</strong> her expecting him. She looked at him <strong>and</strong> said very slowly, "Yes, I will dance with you. I once promised to bethere for you whenever you needed me. And take me to Christine. Is she German?""Yes, she is from Hersfeld near Kassel. I met her in Jena <strong>and</strong> we got married five years ago. Fourteen years is a longtime. I could not wait for a Georgian girl to fall in love with me…."She danced with him once or twice, careful not to rouse his Georgian ardor, <strong>and</strong> she met Christine.During her morning meditation next day, the same inner voice she had heard in the church spoke to her, this time inGeorgian <strong>and</strong> with <strong>Konrad</strong>’s German accent."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, don’t fear, I am your most trustworthy friend <strong>and</strong> advisor. You can always find me behind your left shoulder."She opened her eyes. "Yes," she said in Georgian, "yes, I will dance with you."Clara von Bredow received Alex<strong>and</strong>ra like a long-lost sister at the pier in Constantinople. For a week they walked all overthe many-layered city. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra began to appreciate Islamic architecture in Sinan’s exquisite mosques. For the first timeshe was able to see beyond the painful, inherited memories of the loss of the Holy City of Eastern Christendom. Only inthe Hagia Sophia could she not completely relinquish her deep-seated resentments of Islam.Joachim, the skeptical, professional diplomat, was filled with ominous forebodings of things to come. War seemedunavoidable to him, but he refused to be specific. He knew too much which he could not discuss. Kaiser Wilhelm II’sarrogant posturing towards France <strong>and</strong> Britain was inexcusably stupid. And dangerous. And the enfeebled Sultan wouldhappily join in any adventure Wilhelm suggested.Clara, who had spent their life easing her husb<strong>and</strong>’s rage against the diplomatic blunders of his imperial employer, triedto soften Joachim’s pessimism to no avail.It needed only some minor spark <strong>and</strong> the European political powder keg would explode—<strong>and</strong> God have mercy on us ifthat should happen. The largest <strong>and</strong> most disastrous conflagration the world had ever seen.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra had, as soon as she had disembarked in Batumi, sent a telegram to her parents. When she arrived in Tiflis herfather waited for her at the station. Alone.190
His hair had turned completely white, <strong>and</strong> he stooped more than she remembered. An old man. She embraced him. Butwhere were <strong>Konrad</strong> <strong>and</strong> Otto, were they all right? "They are fine, they are in St. Petersburg. Everything has changed,there will be no wedding."Irakli h<strong>and</strong>ed Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s luggage to the houseboy <strong>and</strong> suggested they walk home. "I have to talk to you. Let’s go to theGerman café at the bridge."She linked her arm under her father’s to support him. He let it happen. They slowly walked through the streets on thedismal left bank. The old, white-haired gentleman was led by his young, tall daughter.At the café Irakli ordered coffee for them, <strong>and</strong> Alex<strong>and</strong>ra selected two pieces of torte.He spoke with a tired voice. "The wedding had to be called off. Tamara left with Vladimir in a dramatic show of rage. Itried my very best to patch the rift between her <strong>and</strong> David, but both were equally intransigent."He glanced helplessly at his daughter."David came down to stay with us after Tamara <strong>and</strong> Vladimir had arrived. Tamara <strong>and</strong> he had a terrible argument in myhouse. If David had not been such an old friend of mine, I would have thrown them both out. It was most embarrassingfor all of us—<strong>and</strong> yet I do sympathize with David."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra gave her father an affectionate kiss. A little embarrassed, he looked around, but then smiled gratefully at hisbeloved daughter."Chemo mama,”she said, “it took me many years to underst<strong>and</strong> your unusual relationship with me. I know of no otherGeorgian woman who has such an underst<strong>and</strong>ing father. I will love you forever for what you did for me <strong>and</strong> <strong>Konrad</strong> <strong>and</strong>look, it has worked so well."Irakli took her h<strong>and</strong>, raised it to his lips, <strong>and</strong> kissed her ring finger. "When you wanted to marry <strong>Konrad</strong>, I was not alone.Your mother, remembering her wild days before her marriage, helped me to let go of you. But <strong>Konrad</strong> is an unusual man.I don’t think Tamara <strong>and</strong> Vladimir will ever be happy together. But it is not for me to say so."He let go of her h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> gave her a bewildered glance. "Tamara wanted it her way, no church wedding, no ‘oldfashioned’rituals. Getting married was a concession to the child she carries, not to her parents. That broke David’s pride,he had barely swallowed the idea that she was pregnant. And you can imagine, neither of them wanted to give in."He raised his h<strong>and</strong>s in despair. "At the height of their argument David slapped her, <strong>and</strong> Tamara stormed screaming outof the room where they had been shouting at each other. She collected her belongings <strong>and</strong> the sheepish-lookingVladimir, <strong>and</strong> took the next train back to St. Petersburg. They will have a simple, expedient wedding there. Mostembarrassing was that David had to write letters to all the people he had invited. He left for Svaneti a broken man."Irakli touched her arm. "Are you going to stay with us for a few days? I can underst<strong>and</strong> that you would like to be with<strong>Konrad</strong> <strong>and</strong> your children, but please give us a few days to reassure us."She gently pulled him out of his chair. "Come, let’s go home, Deda will be waiting anxiously. I will stay with you for aweek."On the way home, while Alex<strong>and</strong>ra answered her father’s questions about Niko <strong>and</strong> Claudia <strong>and</strong> the Dahls, the eventsthat had led to this Georgian family disaster went through her mind. Had she overestimated her powers? She had beenthe one who had made it possible for Tamara to come to St. Petersburg. She had acted from the confidence of herexperiences, built on the unusual trust the old man on her arm had given her. Her dejected mood suddenly turned into awave of loving affection for her father, <strong>and</strong> in the middle of the street she embraced him spontaneously <strong>and</strong> kissed him."Thank you, mama, for your faith <strong>and</strong> your enduring love.""Ah, child, how often have I asked God's forgiveness that I loved you too much? May He hold His h<strong>and</strong> over you, <strong>Konrad</strong>,<strong>and</strong> your children."60.St. Petersburg Winter 1913 - 1914On his China trip <strong>Konrad</strong> had let his beard grow, not the wild, untamed one he had previously had, but a well-trimmed,civilized beard. It had turned out white. With his copious brown hair turning gray at the temples he looked dashinglyelegant. Helena, who had long had a crush on <strong>Konrad</strong>, "fell in love" with him, as she said.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, feeling that she had ab<strong>and</strong>oned <strong>Konrad</strong> in too brusque a manner, asked Helena to occasionally visit <strong>Konrad</strong>while she was away. Thus <strong>Konrad</strong> found himself in the company of an adoring, striking woman.He invited Helena to dinner with Vitali Alekseev <strong>and</strong> El-Zafaran, to whom he owed a report on his searches for the Sufi<strong>and</strong> Ch'an. <strong>Konrad</strong> introduced El-Zafaran with a taunting smile, not as a Sufi sheikh, but as a Doctor of ComparativeLanguages, which quickly dispelled the initial formality. El-Zafaran laughed, he shouldn't have sent <strong>Konrad</strong> to Ramitani191
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