Part 7 (1/2)
”Prince Felix,” Anatol said.
Oleg s.n.a.t.c.hed the pipe from his mouth. ”That motor-racing playboy-you are not serious!”
Anatol said, ”I agree with Oleg. Have you ever tried to pin that boy down to a political argument? He would rather talk about cricket matches at Maidstone. He is a frivolous child,”
”And you smiled when you said that,” Prince Leon answered. ”No one can help liking him-and no one can possibly fear him.”
General Savinov had developed a slight list in his chair but his voice remained sonorous. ”I rather like the boy myself.”
Prince Michael Rodzianko said, ”You cannot restore a monarchy without acknowledging the fact that there remain three Grand Dukes eligible to a.s.sume the throne. The young prince's father is one of them-how can you bypa.s.s the father and crown the son? It is unthinkable.”
”The point of it is that he is not a Grand Duke,” Prince Leon said. ”He is not a.s.sociated with the Czars of old. We must make every effort to avoid giving our enemies excuses to condemn our actions. By crowning a young charmer we demonstrate at once that the throne is merely ceremonial and yet that we are prepared to honor the great Russian traditions. I put it to you that there is no better candidate than Felix. No Grand Duke would be acceptable to the left-wing factions and n.o.body without royal blood would be acceptable to the monarchists. Felix is the ideal compromise.”
Anatol s.h.i.+fted his aloof eyes toward Alex. ”You know him better than we do. What is your impression?”
Alex did not know Felix terribly well. He was not certain that anyone did. Felix was a frenetic exuder of pa.s.sions and trivialities but it was more smoke screen than self-revelation; there was a private core to the young prince. Whether it could be dangerous he had no way of telling.
Finally he said, ”He meets the qualifications.”
”Then can we agree on this? I impress upon all of you the seriousness of this decision. Once taken it opens the way to the fulfillment of every dream we have harbored for twenty years.”
Eight men in a closed room, seated comfortably on expensively upholstered chairs, stared at one another in a silence that was broken only by the throbbing of a balalaika in a distant part of the palace.
Baron Oleg Zimovoi was the one to break the spell. ”I am not thrilled with the idea of restoring even a semblance of the old order. But Leon has the rect.i.tude of inevitability. If the rest of your factions can stretch a point to find this scheme acceptable the socialists will not be the ones to block it.”
”We need more than your indifference, Oleg. We need your active support.”
”You have it.”
”Very well.”
A s.h.i.+ver ran through Alex: his eyes widened. It was done: as simply as that it was done.
In the ma.s.sive dining hall the banquet was laid on for half-past nine-an early hour to dine in Spain but many of the guests had distances to travel home.
The a.s.sa.s.sin found himself seated between a pair of very old men who accosted each other with delight: ”My G.o.d, Leonid, I thought we were both dead.” One of them wore the white uniform of an admiral in a navy that had not existed for twenty-one years.
The table sat six guests at each side and one at either end; there were four rows of four tables each with white-draped serving tables along the walls. The White Russians were serving a seven-course meal to more than two hundred people and the a.s.sa.s.sin was mildly impressed by the sheer dimension of it.
There were empty seats at the favored tables and that confirmed his expectation that the men in the drawing room did not intend to interrupt their closed meeting to attend the dinner. He had ample time and it would be an excellent meal; there was no reason for concern. He laid his napkin across his lap and masked his face with a benign politeness when the vintner across the table addressed him.
The room was yellowed by the warm glow of crystal chandeliers and tapers and brightened by the spectacular coloration of the ladies' gowns. It all made a pleasing contrast to the drabness he had left four days ago-the rubble and dust of London's blacked-out streets.
There was a cheer and a standing toast when the Grand Duke was wheeled in to take his place at the head of the main table. An Archbishop took the dais, dressed in rich vestments and swinging a censor, flanked by bearded priests in black robes and caps and a pair of nuns in black habits and white babushkas. One of them handed a triple-barred Byzantine cross to the Archbishop and the holy man began to chant in the Slavonic archaisms of the Old Church. The a.s.sa.s.sin understood none of it but a word now and then; his Russian was pa.s.sable but this was the Latin of the Orthodox Church, the language of ritual and antiquity. When the ceremony was finished, the next ritual began-the drinking of a great many toasts in vodka. They began with the memory of the Czar and the health of the Grand Duke and went on from that to whatever came to mind: the Admiral beside him lifted his gla.s.s toward the vintner's wife and proclaimed with gallant cheer, ”To the purest and holiest of Russian womanhood!” And the woman who was nearly as fat as her husband acknowledged it with a polite dip of her head and a twinkle. Occasionally the a.s.sa.s.sin heard the smash of a gla.s.s although the practice had dwindled because of the in creasing difficulty of replacing crystal.
The Luger was a hard pressure against his rib. He s.h.i.+fted his seat to ease it.
Prince Leon spoke to Alex: ”Do you think we're completely mad then?”
”No. If there's ever going to be a time it's now.”
”We must be sure it hasn't been merely the warped judgment of old men living in the past. We need your young view. For G.o.d's sake do not patronize us-do not humor us.”
”No.”
”You honestly believe it can be done?”
”It could be done.”
Count Anatol said through his teeth, ”Remember how the Bolsheviks did it twenty-three years ago-remember how few they were?”
Leon said, ”Va.s.sily has formulated a military plan. I think it is time we heard it.”
Va.s.sily inhaled. ”In outline we need three things. One, a distraction to occupy the Kremlin guard and the Red Army units in the area. Two, a major force to occupy the Kremlin and defend it while key commando squads neutralize the leaders.h.i.+p-Stalin, Beria, Malenkov, Zhukov, Vlasov, perhaps a dozen others. Three, a cell of practical leaders prepared to take over the mechanisms of high government and the centers of communication and propaganda.”
General Savinov blinked owlishly in his chair. ”Excellent,” he muttered. ”Superb.”
Alex said slowly, ”How large a force have you got in mind?”
”Regiment size,” Va.s.sily answered promptly. ”You can't do it with less.”
”How do you plan to get them into Moscow?”
”It can be done-that's all that needs to be said.”
”You're talking about a fairly large-scale combat operation then.”
”I am,” Va.s.sily said flatly. ”I can do it. But it will take a great deal of support and money. Preparation, intelligence, recruitment, training, planning, transport, ordnance, supply. And time. That is why it must be authorized right now without any further stupid debating. We have got to have it rolling before the Germans take any more ground. Even now we may be too late.”
Anatol said, ”Putting us in the curious position of hoping that Stalin can hold out.”
Va.s.sily ignored that; he was staring at Alex, ”You don't agree with it, do you?”
”No.”
”Why?”
The weaknesses he saw were as much in Va.s.sily's character as they were in the plan itself. But what he said was, ”The time scale doesn't permit it-you've said it yourself. It could take six months to prepare it and launch it. I don't think we've got that kind of time. The war in Russia will be decided by the end of the year-either Hitler will take Moscow and Stalingrad ahead of the winter or he won't make it at all. He knows his Napoleonic history-that's why the panzers are rolling so fast. They've got a deadline and they know it. And that means we've got a deadline too.”
Va.s.sily's mouth hardened into a thin line. ”Have you an alternative proposal?”
”No. Right now? No.”
”Give me the authorization and support I ask for,” Va.s.sily told the council, ”and I will have the Kremlin within one hundred days. I give you that pledge on my honor.”
Anatol's eyebrows went up in black arcs. ”Alex, could you promise a faster result than that?”
He had to be honest. ”No.”
”Then it appears we must choose between Va.s.sily's plan and none at all.”