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enthusiasm for destroying the place or perhaps it had been the girl, her soft arms entreating him<br />
toward a different sort of life. There had even been talk that Yulian was on the verge of deserting the<br />
cause entirely and decamping to Paris. Paris, of all frilly, inconsequential places. Gregor had of<br />
course denied these claims and steadfastly defended his brother. He had always sworn that when the<br />
time came and the oppressors were trapped within the theater row by row, Yulian would not hesitate<br />
to throw the bomb into the imperial box, just as planned. Gregor had said that Yulian’s spoken<br />
reservations about doing so were only the natural nerves of a boy his age, a claim Vlad had found<br />
ludicrous. Yulian had been seventeen, not twelve. The perfect age for a soldier: old enough to have<br />
stepped away from his family of birth but too young to have formed a new one through marriage.<br />
“I was not aware that changing the plan was under discussion,” Gregor said, lighting a<br />
cigarette. “You have stated that you wish the plan to change, but that is all. No decision has been<br />
made.”<br />
Vlad continued to stare at his coffee. “Without Yulian, it may prove easier and more effective<br />
to take a woman out than it is to get a bomb in.”<br />
“Kidnapping is crude. A clumsy way to strike at the heart of the beast.”<br />
“And you’re suggesting that a bomb thrown in a crowded theater would have been precise?<br />
This is a strange time for you to become squeamish about the notion of women and children being<br />
involved, but even if you are, you must conclude that seizing a hostage is more morally defensible<br />
than bombing the theater. We won’t hurt the girl, at least not if her father cooperates.”<br />
“And that’s another thing,” Gregor said, with a shake of his sandy-colored curls. “Why are you<br />
so fixated on the tsar’s daughter? She is but a child. Her youth and her sex make her sympathetic,<br />
which is the very last thing that we want in a victim. Should she be injured in the process, trust me,<br />
the resultant street gossip will not play well to our cause.”<br />
“It has to be someone very close to him. Someone he loves.”<br />
“This Xenia is undoubtedly too well guarded.”<br />
“On any ordinary night, you would be correct. But backstage, awaiting her turn to dance at the<br />
ball, she will not be. Look, Gregor, you know what we have in our hands. Yulian’s notes, telling us<br />
not only the particulars of key locations but also who will be where and at what time. The Imperial<br />
Waltz in which Xenia dances is the first item on a program which begins at eight in the evening. She<br />
enters from the left hand side of the stage. She will be wearing a red gown, a gold headpiece on her<br />
brow. When else will we know precisely where one of the tsar’s children will be at a specific time,