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greet your traveling contingent.”<br />
They went through the circle of introductions with teacups clattering into saucers and bows and<br />
curtsys all around. It seemed a bit silly to resort back to such pageantry just after having witnessed<br />
the sort of row one might more reasonably expect from a working class family, but Trevor supposed<br />
that being in private service to the royals would be much like working behind the scenes of a<br />
theatrical. Like it or not, they were about to witness the machinations of the magic, and to see the<br />
principals devoid of their costumes and props.<br />
“Emma Kelly,” Ella said thoughtfully, pausing in the round of formalities to consider the girl<br />
more closely than the men. The unexpected attention seemed to fluster Emma, who blushed to the<br />
roots of her hair.<br />
“Emma has been tutoring me in Milton,” Alix said, surprising Trevor by even speaking. During<br />
the argument between her sister and grandmother she had sat still and ashen, undoubtedly aware that<br />
beneath this clearly well-worn debate, what the two women were truly discussing was the possibility<br />
of her own future in Russia. Besides, Trevor had never been entirely sure how Alix felt about being<br />
accompanied to St. Petersburg by three members of Scotland Yard or the ruse of presenting Emma as<br />
her governess. The necessity of their presence was an implied insult to the court her cherished Nicky<br />
would someday rule, so it seemed she might resent them all. But instead she had now leapt to her feet<br />
and had linked her arm through Emma’s as if they had been devoted companions for years.<br />
“Milton,” Ella said vaguely. “Most excellent. You must illuminate us all at the welcoming<br />
banquet, which I’m sure my family will be holding within a day or two in honor of our British<br />
guests.” If these last lines, especially the pointed emphasis on the words “my family,” were designed<br />
to take a final jab at the Queen, they fell short of their mark, for Her Majesty had turned her attention<br />
back to the luncheon and was merely prodding suspiciously at some sort of overblown pastry with her<br />
fork.<br />
“Emma will be dancing at the Tchaikovsky ball,” Alix said. “As am I.”<br />
“So I understand,” said Ella, smiling at her little sister. “This means you shall both meet<br />
Konstantin and your lives shall be instantaneously transformed.” Her large blue gray eyes flickered<br />
back to Emma. “But I find your name inconvenient,” she said. “Emma and Ella? Far too similar and<br />
it shall leave us all in confusion. For the remainder of your time in St. Petersburg, you must be known<br />
by your surname of Kelly.” And she laughed, but in a way that made it impossible to tell if she was<br />
truly joking, and then the royal women – Alix, Ella, and the Queen – abruptly recessed from the room<br />
into Ella’s private parlor, leaving the members of the Tuesday Night Murder Games club flattened