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“The Russians are all fools. I assume that this is what the Queen’s British bodyguards think?”<br />

Davy was conscious that his mouth was dry and his heart seemed to be pounding its way up his<br />

throat. How on earth had he, he of all of them, been placed into this sensitive position? “I have<br />

never heard them call the Russians fools,” he finally ventured. “But they have said that they find the<br />

structure of the Palace inefficient, at least from the standpoint of security.”<br />

“Which is precisely what Yulian reported to the Volya,” Vlad said, his tone of voice once again<br />

mild. They were walking across the expanse of a great public square and Davy was suddenly, at the<br />

sight of the giant statue of Peter the Great, oriented to where he was in the city. “When he first told us<br />

about the plans for the Tchaikovsky ball we scarcely believed him. He described a scene of such<br />

confusion, with so many people coming and going in costume, that it was almost as if the tsar had sent<br />

the Volya an invitation to attend the event.”<br />

“The Tchaikovsky ball?”<br />

“You know of it?”<br />

The street before him seemed to shiver, to tremble in the golden light. Is this what if felt like to<br />

faint? He had to at least get off his feet before panic caused him to do something truly foolish, to say<br />

something which would bring down the entire political structure of Europe with a single blast.<br />

“Do we have time for a drink?” Davy asked.<br />

“There is always time for a drink, my friend.”<br />

There were cafes at each corner of the square and they approached the nearest one, pulling out<br />

their chairs with a scrape. Vlad raised a finger to the bored waiter, without bothering to ask Davy<br />

what he wanted. Vodka was cheap. Plentiful. The drink of the people and thus the drink of the<br />

people’s champions. Davy steeled himself for the taste.<br />

“We were speaking of the ball,” Vlad reminded him. “And will your Queen be in attendance?”<br />

“I imagine so.”<br />

“And you?”<br />

“Of course not. Among her attendants, I’m the lowest of the low.”<br />

“That’s good,” Vlad said, nodding to the man absent-mindedly as the drinks were placed on the<br />

table.

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