“You do realize what a struggle it will be to change the law? My father is a traditionalist and does not see the value of women working outside of the home. A girl of your daughter’s station should be content with raising a family and keeping a household.”
I fumed. But before I could open my mouth and say something both my family and I would regret, my father rushed across the room and hurried me to the door. “Yes, we are aware, Your Imperial Highness,” he grunted as I moved to strangle the grand duke. Fortunately, for my sake, Papa pushed me into the hallway before I could reach my target. “But times are changing, and I believe women physicians will become common, perhaps after the turn of the century.”
“Content? Would you be content keeping a household if you were a woman?” I shouted from the hallway.
“Katiya? What on earth are you going on about?” Maman hurried up the staircase, clutching her needlework.
I sighed as I turned toward her. It didn’t matter. The grand duke was right, at least about some of it. Tsar Alexander the Third was extremely conservative; he would never allow women to return to medical school in Russia.
“I shall have to live elsewhere when I grow up. Perhaps Berlin or Vienna,” I told my mother. I shuddered, wondering what family of vampires roamed those beautiful cities. “Or maybe I will move somewhere exotic and tend to the poor.” The previous tsar, Alexander the Second, had allowed several young women to obtain medical degrees in exchange for pledging to take care of the indigent in Siberia.
“Mon Dieu, Katiya, the things you say,” Maman said with a sigh. “I wish you would just make up with Prince Danilo and let him build you all the hospitals and orphanages you want.”
“Maman,” I said, exasperated by having had the same argument with her hundreds of times. “I will never marry someone who does not accept me for who I am!”
I turned to stalk off to my bedroom, and almost ran into the grand duke, who had been standing there listening. I was not sure who blushed more, me or His Imperial Highness. Curtsying hastily, I brushed past him and hurried to my room.
Was I being stubborn and foolish? By dreaming of doing something outlandish and forbidden with my life? I did not want to be a necromancer. I did not want to be killed by vampires. And I most certainly did not want to be stuck in a loveless marriage with nothing to do all day but change dresses and take tea with other bored women. It made defying the tsar seem as pleasant as a walk through a grove of lilacs.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
It was getting close to dark, and my parents were planning to attend a dinner party at Miechen’s that evening. I was supposed to go with them, but pleaded a headache and begged to stay home. Maman told Anya and Lyudmila to have a sandwich and tea sent up to my room.
I asked Anya to let me sleep through the night undisturbed so my head would feel better in the morning.
As soon as everyone left, I dressed quickly in one of my plainest brown dresses. I wrapped my head with a black woolen scarf, grabbed my warmest, fur-lined black cloak, and quietly slipped out of the house. It was a short walk to Vorontsov Palace. I wanted to know what was happening at the Order. I spoke the Egyptian magic words, veiling myself in my own shadow. Once again, I felt the darkness closing in around me, but I knew to expect it this time. I took a few deep breaths and hurried down the street.
I was freezing by the time I reached the palace, but I tried not to let my teeth chatter too loudly. In shadow, I easily slipped past the guards, who were very much awake and heavily armed this time. Several members of the Order had gathered in the Great Hall before the portrait of Tsar Pavel. I could hear anxiety and fear in their voices. There were whisperings about an old curse on the Order. The youngest pages were not present. They had been sent to bed.
General Tcherevine led the assembled men, reminding them that they had pledged their lives to serve the tsar as well as Mother Russia. That they had made this pledge before God. He did not discuss what had prompted the gathering. I moved through the crowd cloaked in shadow, trying to pick up some conversation from the nervous soldiers.
“Did you see him?”
“Count Orlov did. Said it was Demidov, all right. He looked a little pale, but he knew it was him.”
“And he attacked him?”
“Yes. Said he tried to bite him.”
I felt a little weak but leaned up against a wall to breathe. Prince Demidov had returned from the dead now too? Was that what had happened to all the stolen bodies? They had all been members of the Order. Was someone making revenants out of them? It would have taken a powerful necromancer to perform such black magic. The only other necromancer I knew of was the vampire princess from the House of Bessaraba. What in the holy name of God was Princess Cantacuzene doing?
It was several hours before midnight, but I wondered if the ghost of the tsar would speak to the men. I hoped they knew what they were going after.
There was a stir of murmurings as a small band of men pushed through the crowd and reached the front of the room. “Make way for His Imperial Highness Grand Duke George Alexandrovich,” someone said.
The grand duke looked tired but grimly determined. He wasn’t addressing the crowd but stood off to the side of the general, listening to what the older, wiry-haired man had to say. I stayed far away. I did not want the grand duke’s faerie eyes to see me under my sheult spell.
General Tcherevine nodded and then spoke to his regiments: “Unfortunately, I have just received confirmation on the attack on Count Orlov,” he began. “The doctors are working on him as quickly as possible but say he has lost an enormous amount of blood. It does not look well for him. His family is being notified as we speak.”
“How are we to fight this monster?” someone asked.
“Fire will kill it,” the grand duke said. “As will decapitation. Or preferably both.”
Why had Demidov attacked a former comrade in arms? Bitten him, no less. Count Chermenensky was not running around St. Petersburg biting people, was he? No one had seen him in several weeks, but I feared the worst. I had to sneak closer and hear what the grand duke was saying.
“Search the woods behind Smolny, as well as the Tauride Palace,” the grand duke was telling the other men. “As soon as this monster is caught, his body must be brought to the Koldun.”
“He has to have been called forth by a powerful necromancer,” General Tcherevine said. “Who is the prince’s master?”
“Or mistress,” the grand duke said grimly. He suspected Princess Cantacuzene, just as I did.
The crowd stirred as a messenger arrived. They had cornered the undead Prince Demidov in a small abandoned building along the river. Close to the Field of Mars. I swallowed hard, thinking how near my home this monster was.
“Commander Oldenburg has his men in position, sir,” the messenger said.
“Very good.” The general nodded. “We shall join him immediately. Men!”
Petya. He was in the building with that monster. If anything happened to my brother, it would devastate my mother. And my father. I huddled against the wall, trying not to sob out loud.
The grand duke brushed past me on his way out with the members of the Order. I held my breath, but he stopped, as if he could sense my presence. He frowned, shook his head, and continued on.
I stayed hidden until the last man left the Great Hall. Then I was alone with the giant portrait of Tsar Pavel. His eyes seemed to find me, even though I was cloaked in the shadows. I wondered if I should speak to him again and ask more questions about the bogatyr. The ghost had said that becoming the bogatyr was not pleasant. But who else would be able to fight an army of undead soldiers running amok in St. Petersburg?