Danilo left me alone in the dining saloon, for which I was grateful. I wanted nothing more than to escape back to my cabin in peace. I spotted the two Grigori on the observation deck, speaking in hushed tones with the girl in the black habit. As much as I wished to retire to bed, I wanted to learn more about my traveling companions.

The full moon was high in the sky, lighting up the sea almost as bright as daylight. The moonlight also lent an unholy look to the pale, stone-faced men as I approached them. They were taller than any of the other men I’d seen on the boat, and they towered over the girl. “Why are you here with the crown prince?” I asked. “Why would you want to help him?”

The one on the right appeared to be the older of the two. “We serve the sword, Duchess. When the sword calls, we must obey.”

The girl’s smile wasn’t friendly. “We must all obey the lich tsar, including you.”

“But he doesn’t possess the sword yet,” I said. “What has convinced you to obey him now?”

She shrugged. “He has you. And you will help him find the sword soon enough.”

I turned back to the strange men. “What if the one who holds the sword is wicked? Are you still forced to serve that person?”

The elder Grigori looked down at me, his face impassive. He reminded me of the members of the Order of St. Lazarus. “The sword itself is very wicked, my lady. Do you not know who first carried the Morning Star? It was Lucifer himself. With that sword, he led the angels’ rebellion.”

I stared at him as the meaning of his words sank in. The breeze off the water had turned chilly, and my hair was beginning to fall from its carefully arranged knot. I rubbed my arms and hugged myself. What made Konstantin believe he had the power to wield Lucifer’s sword? “You are demons, then. Fallen from heaven.”

“Not demons, though they are our brethren. When the Grigori fell, they were trapped on earth in physical bodies. Not mortal, but not able to leave this plane either.”

“And you cannot die.” What a terrible army they would make. A formidable match for my own undead soldiers. No wonder Danilo wanted the Grigori on his side.

He smiled, but the gesture did not make him appear any friendlier. “No.”

His companion, the younger-looking one, said something to him in a language unfamiliar to me. Nodding, the older of the two looked back at me. “It is true. You are a necromancer and you could wield the Morning Star. But are you strong enough to command the Grigori?” The girl laughed. “I think not.”

“And who exactly are you?” I asked, whirling on her. “What has Danilo promised for your part in all of this?”

Her eyes hardened. “The crown prince has not promised anything. And what has been promised to me is not your concern.” She stalked off, leaving me alone with the Grigori.

“Are you here against your will?” I asked the younger one. When he looked at his elder and they both nodded, it gave me a little courage. They probably had as much reason to hate the crown prince as I did. “So why would you allow Danilo to command you to fight the current tsar and his family?”

“We are condemned to chaos, Duchess. It is our nature,” the elder Grigori said.

“You don’t wish for something different?” I asked. “Don’t you grow tired of the battles?”

The younger one spoke up. “We’ve been weary of the battles and the fighting for a thousand years already. But nothing will ever change. The sword passes from man to man, and we follow the sword.”

“What if the sword was destroyed?” There had to be a way to keep the Grigori safe from the lich tsar’s clutches.

The elder Grigori’s face remained impassive. “The Morning Star was forged in heaven itself. It cannot be destroyed.”

Their lack of emotion was unsettling. They were like wooden soldiers. I decided to return to my cabin before they tired of answering my questions. Hopefully I would be able to talk to them again before reaching Egypt.

When I got back to my cabin, I remembered that my copy of A Necromancer’s Companion had been left behind in Riga, with George. I slumped down on the elegant iron bed, wishing I had the book with me to research the Grigori. Surely there would be information in Princess Cantacuzene’s book about the creatures. Especially if they were linked to necromancers. I’d heard Danilo call them Watchers, but that implied that the Grigori stood back and did not interfere in the human lives around them. This was an inaccurate assumption, I feared.

I wondered what George had done with my things. The book was surely lost to me now, along with the medical texts Dr. Badmaev had given me. I sighed. The Tibetan doctor’s clinic seemed so far away, and medicine was of no help in my predicament. Magic was what I needed. And total command over my cold light powers.

I took a last look at the moonlit waves from the porthole and wished on the one bright star I could see. I wished that I would live to see George at least one more time. It was purely selfish of me, and if I’d truly believed a wish had any chance of coming true, I should have used it to wish for the defeat of Konstantin. But I was afraid I’d need the power of every last star in the sky to accomplish that.

18

It was three days before we put in to the rocky harbor of Alexandria. The passage through the rocks was narrow and only navigable in daylight, so the steamer had dropped anchor right outside the entrance and waited until dawn to approach. The grand viceroy’s palace could be seen on a cliff high to the right of the harbor.

I could not help being a little excited about seeing Egypt. Even though I was terrified for the reason I was there. I’d always wanted to see the pyramids and the treasures of the pharaohs. I had the craziest notion of being able to purchase gifts for my family in case I made it home safely.

Then I realized I had no money. I’d had only a few rubles among my things at Riga, not enough to even buy a vial of perfume for Maman or a papyrus scroll for Papa. I sighed as I dressed in a soft light-green walking gown of linen.

Danilo knocked on my door to take me to breakfast. “We should have something to eat before leaving the steamer. It will be a busy day for us, Duchess.”

“Is the sword here in Alexandria? Why hasn’t anyone stolen it before now?”

“All in good time,” he said with a firm grasp of my arm. “The Grigori are waiting for us.”

But the Grigori did not eat. They sat with us silently while I choked down a too-hot mug of coffee and nibbled dry toast. The girl in the black habit joined us and appeared to be enjoying some sort of sweet pastry. It smelled like cinnamon and nutmeg and looked much more appetizing than my own toast, but I did not have time to ask her where she’d gotten it. Danilo seemed to be in a hurry and was anxious for us to leave the boat.

Danilo spoke to the two Grigori in their ancient language, which later that morning I learned was Coptic. The Grigori did not seem to have any luggage with them and followed us silently as we disembarked.

It took less time than expected to move through customs. Danilo must have bribed the officials not to ask me too many questions. We joined the Grigori in a hired carriage and drove through crowded dirt streets to the Hotel Khedivial, one of the luxury-class accommodations in the city. The sounds of the city were like nothing I’d ever encountered before. The carriage fought for its space in the road with hacks, other carriages, donkeys, and women carrying earthen jugs on their heads. Half-naked children ran through the crowds, and merchants shouted out their wares. I could hear the squawking of chickens and other animals high above the din.

The hotel was very European but also exotic with its Moroccan tiled lobby. Danilo kept an iron grip on my arm, and the mysterious sister stayed close at my other side as the elder Grigori saw to us checking in. The porter, a young boy who looked no more than twelve or thirteen, appeared to take care of our luggage. He gave me a cheeky grin as he single-handedly picked up my trunk. I knew with a sad smile where the last of my rubles would be spent.

As we followed him up the stairs, I could hear the music from the hotel’s restaurant. A woman was singing a haunting tune. I could not help realizing that it would be difficult not to fall in love with Egypt.

My room was a luxurious suite decorated with painted tiles and lush enormous palms. Gauzy white linens hung around my bed. “They are to protect you from mosquitoes,” the young porter said. I pulled the last ruble from my pocket and handed it to him. “Will you be able to exchange this?” I asked. I had nothing else to give him for a tip.

“Of course. Madame is most generous!” he said with a polite bow.

He believed I was married. I wanted to correct him but remained silent. I shuddered as I walked to the window and looked out my balcony. I had a beautiful view of the hotel’s courtyard garden below. The scents of jasmine and orange flower rose up and mingled with the lotus blossoms that sat in a crystal bowl on my dresser. It was beautiful, for a prison.

Danilo knocked briefly before walking in. The gray-eyed girl in the black habit was with him. “Katerina, I have been remiss in my introductions,” he said, with one hand elegantly on his chest. “Please forgive me. This is Sister Mala, your chaperone.”

I nodded as she gave me a brief but polite bow. I supposed I should have been grateful for her presence. She was saving my reputation from ruin. But I don’t think she was happy with her assignment. And I did not believe she was a religious sister at all.