Madame Tomilov looked very displeased that anyone, including a grand duchess, would dare oppose her, but in the end instructed me to help Alix pack her things. The German princess seemed unsteady on her feet.
“Is it time for your monthly course?” I whispered as we reached our room. I knew that would not cause her to have a fever, but it could be exacerbating her problem.
Alix blushed, but only shook her head. She pulled a small suitcase out from under her neatly made cot and laid it open on top of the blankets. The first thing she placed inside was her German Bible.
“Has the fever returned? Do you have any aches or pains?” I could not help asking.
“No. Please, Katerina. I do not wish to discuss my illness with anyone.” She dropped down on her hands and knees, searching for something else under her cot. Her small, dark wooden box, which she slid out and placed in her suitcase.
“Is it your digestion?” Alix had been teased by Aurora and some of the other girls for having a weak stomach. But the food at Smolny truly left something to be desired. Especially the boiled mutton they’d served to us every night that week. “I am sure Sister Anna or I could persuade the cook to make a nice broth for you.”
Grand Duchess Ella stood in the doorway and watched as Alix gathered her things. “You won’t need most of those,” she said impatiently. “Sunny, we really must hurry and get you home.”
Alix finished packing and fastened the lid on her suitcase. She turned and glared at me, but then her face relaxed, and she was civil as she answered me. “I thank you for your concern. I hope I will be able to return to Smolny soon.”
I smiled at her. It was just her extreme shyness that caused her to act so stiffly. She must have been quite a different person at home to be called Sunny by her family. “I am sure you will,” I said. “Your sister will take excellent care of you.”
“Yes, she worries constantly about all of her sisters,” she answered as she and the grand duchess exchanged glances.
“May God bless and protect you, Katerina,” Grand Duchess Ella said to me. “Thank you for looking after Alix.”
I watched from the tiny window in the stairwell as Alix climbed into the imperial carriage. The carriage stopped suddenly at the archway leading from the inner courtyard, and then just as suddenly lurched forward. The horses galloped off, pulling the carriage in a hurry, as if they’d been spooked. It was almost as if the empress’s spell did not want to let the German princess leave Smolny.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Alix was still gone a few weeks later when I celebrated my seventeenth birthday. The headmistress discouraged extravagant celebrations for student birthdays, but allowed us to receive notes and small packages from relatives. My parents, who were still in Biarritz on the French coast, had sent a large package of cakes and fruits for me to share with my friends. I received letters from my brother and a mysterious parcel of Swiss chocolates in a heart-shaped tin. Elena smiled. “They are from Danilo, of course.”
I was almost afraid to try them, worried they would be laced with some sort of Vladiki poison. But Elena sampled one without asking, and was kind enough to even offer some to Erzsebet and Augusta as well. I decided the candies were probably safe and chose one before Elena had given them all away.
It was delicious. I vowed to find more Swiss chocolates at Christmastime to give as gifts. Dariya and Countess Zina would adore them. So would my father.
Madame Orbellani had managed to find me a copy of the latest medical journal from Berlin. “This is to help you study your German,” she said with a wink.
“Danke, Madame,” I said, giving her a hug.
Sister Anna said a prayer for me and gave me a tiny icon of St. Katerina in a golden frame.
“Merci, Sister,” I said, dutifully hugging her as well. I tried not to think about my namesake saint, the fourth-century virgin of Alexandria, who was beheaded at age eighteen for refusing to make sacrifices to the emperor’s pagan gods. The daughter of nobility, she was one of the most highly educated young women of her time, which made her the patron saint of female students everywhere.
Dariya surprised me with a visit that afternoon, and we strolled in the garden, which was covered with fallen brown leaves. They crackled under our boots as we walked arm in arm just like we had for years together before, sharing secrets and gossip.
“How do you like being a lady-in-waiting?” I asked.
“It’s dreadfully boring!” Dariya said. “Nothing to do but stand around in a scratchy old gown and wait.”
“Wait for what?” I asked distractedly. A toad was hopping out from beneath the decaying leaves.
“Nothing, or anything!” Dariya said with a long sigh. “I go to balls and stand behind Grand Duchess Miechen waiting in case she needs a shawl, or waiting to see if she needs tea.”
“But that is what the pages are for,” I said. It was an honor reserved for only the brightest young men of the Corps de Pages, who studied at Vorontsov Palace, to be chosen to serve as a page to one of the imperial family members. It often sparked a brilliant diplomatic or military career.
My cousin shook her head. “Miechen likes to be surrounded by handsome young men in their smart uniforms, but she doesn’t trust them to make the tea the way she likes it.”
I’d had no idea the dark faerie was so particular about her tea. My cousin giggled when she saw the dubious look I gave her.
“Two sugars,” she said, mimicking the grand duchess’s faintly German accent. “And just a hint of cream.”
“Cream?”
Dariya shrugged. “It is the English way,” she said. “Perhaps one of the children’s nannies introduced it to her.”
Russians loved their tea, and we swarmed around the hissing samovar found in every house and every café or bakery to warm our hands and bellies with the strong drink. Some people liked it very sweet, and I’d seen my grandmother drink it in the ancient fashionable style with the sugar cube held between her teeth. I myself liked more lemon than sugar in mine. But to defile one’s tea with cream? I couldn’t help shuddering.
“I prefer raspberry jelly,” Dariya said. “But I did try adding cream once, and really, Katiya, it wasn’t bad.”
I shook my head and looked at her in what I hoped would be stern reproach. “What would your stepmother say?”
She giggled. “My stepmother has already taken to drinking her tea exactly like the grand duchess. I don’t think she likes it that way, but she pretends she does!”
It really did not matter to me how the dark faerie drank her tea. Or how the rest of the Dark Court drank theirs, for that matter. “Have you heard any news of the Light Court?”
Dariya narrowed her eyes at me shrewdly. “I’ve heard lots of news. Especially about a particular grand duke who is all the rage in Paris.”
I blushed as she gave me a friendly nudge. “I was curious about Grand Duchess Xenia,” I protested. “She is always kind to me.”
“But she is not in Paris,” Dariya teased. “I have heard that George Alexandrovich has found himself a new set of fast friends. Dangerous magicians,” she added in a lower, less teasing voice. A group of younger girls wearing brown uniforms passed us on their way to afternoon music lessons.
The fact that George was destined to become the next Koldun was a secret I could not share with Dariya. Especially since she now owed her allegiance to Miechen. What damage could the dark faerie do if she knew the name of the Koldun who protected the tsar? Even if she did know who the current Koldun was, I would protect George’s secret all the way to the grave.
Dariya went on, “There are several young officers in the Order of St. John who dabble in ceremonial magic. I hear they have secret gatherings in London and Paris as well.”