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“Good, for I am bored,” she said. “I don’t like the Winter Palace in the summer.” She<br />
chattered on about the glories of the Palace in cold weather- grand balls for Christmas, sledding on<br />
the hills or ice skating on the Neva- and Trevor reflected that the Romanov family, like most of the<br />
royal houses of Europe, were hardly a bevy of intellectuals. They liked to talk about the events of<br />
their days, but their days never varied. They liked to talk about their relatives, but their relatives<br />
were all alike. Irony was lost on the majority of them, as was humor, unless you counted vulgar<br />
jokes. Belches and farts and the like and they did not like to debate ideas, for to enter into a debate<br />
was to concede that there might be more than one rational way to look at a matter, and this was<br />
something that royals as a species were loath to accept. As Xenia prattled on to her captive audience<br />
about toboggans and snowmen, Trevor let his gaze once again move to Alix and Nicky.<br />
“Religion,” Alix was saying, “is not a ring that one can slip on and off.”<br />
Oh dear, thought Trevor. She sounds so serious, so pious, so much the exception to the rule I<br />
have just established. The next thing we know she will be lecturing everyone on the meaning of<br />
Paradise Lost. She already has the wrong clothes and she furthermore distinguishes herself as an<br />
intellectual, her position at court is fully doomed. Bloody slabs of venison were being deposited on<br />
each plate along the table.<br />
“Of course not,” Nicholas was responding. “I quite agree. I agree with…I agree, of course,<br />
with everything you say.”<br />
They could be such a nice young couple, Trevor thought. The boy a little timid, too eager to<br />
please, too desperate to be liked. The girl tense and solemn, pitched forward with the weight of her<br />
unaccustomed jewels. If they lived in another time and place, if they were not required to become<br />
Nicholas and Alexandria, and could remain just Alix and Nicky… He might make a great success<br />
somewhere as a greengrocer or a bookkeeper, perhaps a chemist. She would be a devoted mother,<br />
the sort who read to her children each night as they drifted to sleep. They’d be lovely people to have<br />
as neighbors, a family you smile and tip your hat to on a Sunday stroll.<br />
They would be fine, Trevor thought, just fine if they were average people.<br />
Trevor cut a bite of venison and raised it to his mouth. It was delicious, stunningly so, with the<br />
lusciousness of the flesh unchanged even when he looked into the tranquil brown eyes of the faun<br />
centerpiece on the high table. What were they all to make of this, of this great dinner with its dozens<br />
of hidden implications, not the least of which was that it was not truly so great? That the imperial<br />
family was welcoming them with a yawn and not a fanfare, and beyond the wine-dulled drone of<br />
conversation swirling over the tables Trevor’s eyes moved to the double doors opening into the