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masculine pleasures.<br />
“It is a long series of rooms,” Alina said, then added, “with halls which lead on one side to an<br />
exit through the stables, and on the other side to a dock. They have their own bathhouse there and a<br />
steamroom and sauna. Where the gentlemen sweat out their poisons and beat each other with rushes.”<br />
“Two exits, do you say?” Cynthia inquired, her ears perking up at the most relevant part of the<br />
description. This was scarcely good news for the wives. “So the men can travel unseen by either<br />
boat or horse to visit their mistresses, I presume? Or are the pleasure women brought into the palace<br />
instead?”<br />
Alina laughed, blowing out a great puff of smoke.<br />
“The pleasure women,” she said. “I’ve never heard them called anything quite like that. If<br />
they’re the pleasure women, I wonder what that means for the rest of us.”<br />
Cynthia waited for more, but it was not forthcoming.<br />
There was a great deal of speculation within the palace as to why after four years of marriage,<br />
Ella and Serge had yet to produce an heir. She was of the perfect age and constitution. He was older,<br />
past forty but still a fit figure of a man, capable of riding and shooting with the best of them, or so it<br />
was said. Therefore, wagged the tongues, where was the baby?<br />
If there was to be one, the servants would have known before the royals. The maids were<br />
aware of which bedsheets had dried smears on them in the mornings and which did not, and they<br />
certainly knew which ladies produced monthly pads for disposal and which did not, and thus could<br />
generally predict the impending arrival of heirs long before their fathers were privy to the happy<br />
news. In fact, there was protocol around even this aspect of imperial life. The cloth pads were<br />
placed in a special container once they were bloodied, then carried away not to be washed and<br />
returned but burned, since palace etiquette dictated they were never to be used again. The other<br />
discarded items from the Romanov women – the dresses and gloves and shoes and even their lingerie<br />
- were passed on to their personal maids, but not these. The Russians were too superstitious about<br />
blood, especially aristocratic blood, no matter how it had been rendered. The pads collected from<br />
the elite apartments were merely burned, but those from the chambers occupied by the family were<br />
furthermore burned by a priest, in a ceremony not unlike that of a funeral, a ritual of mourning for a<br />
child who was not to be. Cynthia was too accustomed to Anglican logic to accept the folkloric roots<br />
of Russian Orthodoxy or to understand how these people who looked so elegant on the surface could<br />
indulge in such primitive rites without batting an eye. She could only speculate on the thoughts of the