The Unfailing Light
Chapter Fifty-One

The next afternoon, my elderly but kind aunt Alexandra took me to the graduation ceremony of the Imperial Ballet School. Here, the dances were much more impressive than the ones Aurora and my other classmates had performed at the Smolny graduation. The imperial family was present, including the tsar and his eldest son. And Grand Duke George Alexandrovich. I marveled at my good fortune. He sat down next to his mother and brother in the row of chairs in front of me. I had a glorious view of the back of his neck.
Whispering to his brother after the first dance, he quietly stood up and changed seats so he could sit next to me. The empress never said a word to him, but I'm sure she noticed. "Katiya," he whispered in a low voice. "We have much to discuss."
"Do we?" I whispered back. Fortunately, Aunt Alexandra was too deaf to hear our conversation.
"Maman is rather displeased that you ruined her spell at the institute."
I glanced nervously at the back of the empress's head. She had even more reason to dislike me now that my mother had become a striga. What if Mother Dear chose me to be her heir? A blood drinker could not marry a Romanov. That was a conversation I was not willing to have with the grand duke just yet. "The empress's spell set the ghost loose within the school. Still, I must apologize to her. I never meant to go against her will."
"Somehow, I think that might make it worse. The night at Vorontsov, you brought the Koldun back from the dead. How is that possible? He is not a ghoul like the others."
I sighed. I knew all along that eventually he would want to know everything about that night. There was only so much Danilo and Sucre had told the imperial investigators. They knew nothing about what had happened in the Graylands. "The Koldun was close to death when I found him, but he did not die. I think that is why he did not turn into a ghoul."
George frowned at me. "Katiya, the Koldun's body never vanished. He stopped breathing and his body grew cold. And then you were there, and he was breathing again."
I looked at him in shock. "How could that be? I found him in the Graylands!" What had I done to the Koldun?
"No," George whispered. "I know everything was chaotic that night, but the Koldun died. You brought him back to life."
My head was swimming with a million questions. But who would have the answers? "Please forgive me. I could not leave him there. I know it was horribly wrong, but it would have been worse to leave him there with Konstantin and Sophia."
The grand duke's whole body stiffened. "The lich tsar? You saw him?"
"He cannot return without the throne. It must be destroyed. Along with the Talisman of Isis. Danilo took the talisman from the Koldun when he thought he was dead. He believed he could bring the lich tsar back and control him with the talisman."
"The blood-drinking crown prince will die."
I could feel the anger in the grand duke's voice. It frightened me. "He will be punished by his own father for destroying the tsar's trust. Won't that be enough?"
"It is treason, Katiya. There is still much to sort out in the mess of the Order. That was one of the reasons I spent so much time in Paris, learning the secrets of Papus and Sucre. I am not sure the tsar will allow Uncle Vladimir to remain as the Koldun. I am not even certain the grand duke is well enough to resume those duties."
It did not surprise me that a man who had returned from the dead was not up to fulfilling his previous obligations.
George laughed, hearing my thoughts. "Still, Katiya, you will be summoned to speak with the tsar about that night. You will be required to explain exactly what you did. And to tell him everything you learned about Konstantin Pavlovich." He paused as the dancers onstage finished their pas de deux, and everyone clapped politely. "Katiya, who is this Sophia you mentioned?"
"Konstantin's daughter. She was the ghost who was terrorizing everyone at Smolny. She was responsible for the kitchen girl's death."
"Good God, Katiya. The daughter of the lich tsar? Why didn't you tell me?"
"How could I? It does not matter now. I banished her to the Graylands, and that is why she came after me there. She cannot hurt anyone anymore."
George grew silent. I glanced up at the stage, where the entire graduating class of the Imperial Ballet School stood. Suddenly, he slumped back in his seat. "George, what is wrong?" I whispered. His brother twisted around in his seat and looked at him with concern.
"Nothing," he answered finally. "I am only a little overheated. Is it not warm in here to you?"
The tsarevitch turned his attention back to the stage.
I had actually been chilly since sitting down in the drafty theater. "Are you feverish?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I am going to get some fresh air. Excuse me," he whispered as he stood up to make his way to the exit. His mother turned around and looked up at him questioningly, but, seeing his pale face, nodded. She caught my eye briefly before turning her attention back to the stage. If she knew about my mother already, she was not going to say anything. I wanted to get up and leave right then and there.
"Do not follow me, Katiya," George whispered, loud enough for only me to hear. "It would only cause a scene. I will be fine."
"As you wish." It annoyed me that he assumed I would leap to his rescue, but that had been my first impulse. Even though I knew it would not be proper at all.
He smiled weakly. "Do not be vexed with me," he murmured. "We will see each before long."
But I noticed he held his hand to his chest as he walked down the aisle toward the exit. He looked paler by the second. At a nod from his father, a member of the imperial guard followed him out.
I could not concentrate on the rest of the graduation dances. George's health was still in danger and I felt helpless. I promised myself that I would speak with Dr. Badmaev the very next morning. Becoming the Tibetan's pupil would at least give me something to take my mind off my worries. And I hoped that Eastern medicine would provide a way for me to help George. Perhaps a way to help my mother as well.
Having a plan made me feel somewhat better. I tried to enjoy the final dance of the ceremony, performed by the best student of the ballet school's graduating class.
She was the most accomplished dancer that day, a beautiful young girl of seventeen named Mathilde Kchessinska. She bewitched everyone in the audience with her grace and beauty. Including the tsarevitch. His eyes never left her as she twirled and spun across the stage. Mon Dieu.