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The Golden Bough
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"God forbid. Hochwald-"
"Others will come-like him-from Russia-from Germany. But they shall not win-for we will know them."
"But if you are interned-?"
"They know nothing of my service in the French army. I shall not tell them. Barthou hopes for my full freedom."
"I was almost hoping-" she paused and pressed his hand gently.
"What?"
"That they would intern you. I am afraid of danger, now, Philippe. I never was before. The legend-"
"There shall be no more legends."
He laughed, kissing her hands gently.
"And yet after all was it not a legend that brought me Princess Tatyana?"
"But she is here to guard you against danger, Philippe Rowlan'. Death seems to me so much the more terrible now that Life and happiness stretch before us both… Poor Zoya!"
"And Markov. But they went together-as he would have wished."
She hid her face in her hands.
"Together? Yes. I can never forget him… Never."
"Nor I."
"She … loved you, Philippe-" she whispered.
He was silent, thinking. And then-
"She did what she could-to atone. One is judged, I think-by one's whole life, Tanya-not a part of it. Her record is finished, but its last item is the most important. She paid … in blood," he finished soberly.
"And Grisha Khodkine-he too-"
Rowland shrugged. "He was game-" he muttered.
She took from her hand bag some papers, much wrinkled, soiled and water-stained.
"His dossier-"
"We'll hardly need it now-"
He caught her hands in his and the papers fell to the floor, papers once so significant and now merely-soiled papers.
"We have now this moment, Tanya. Let us forget-everything else. Later we will give for others. Now we will take-for ourselves."
"It is too wonderful to be true-"
"Like the fairy tale. Listen and I will tell it to you. Once upon a time, there was a very small boy who lived in a very large house in a very noisy city. And there came to him in his dreams a wonderful fairy who carried a wand with a star at its end which had the property of making all good things come true. Her name was Princess Tatyana and he loved her, for she was very, very beautiful-"
Tanya laid her fingers across his lips.
"Is not our own fairy story more beautiful than this?"
He kissed her fingers and then, since her lips were near, took them too, for fairy tales, beautiful as they may be, are after all, mere creatures of dreams. And Tanya's lips were very real…
THE END
"Others will come-like him-from Russia-from Germany. But they shall not win-for we will know them."
"But if you are interned-?"
"They know nothing of my service in the French army. I shall not tell them. Barthou hopes for my full freedom."
"I was almost hoping-" she paused and pressed his hand gently.
"What?"
"That they would intern you. I am afraid of danger, now, Philippe. I never was before. The legend-"
"There shall be no more legends."
He laughed, kissing her hands gently.
"And yet after all was it not a legend that brought me Princess Tatyana?"
"But she is here to guard you against danger, Philippe Rowlan'. Death seems to me so much the more terrible now that Life and happiness stretch before us both… Poor Zoya!"
"And Markov. But they went together-as he would have wished."
She hid her face in her hands.
"Together? Yes. I can never forget him… Never."
"Nor I."
"She … loved you, Philippe-" she whispered.
He was silent, thinking. And then-
"She did what she could-to atone. One is judged, I think-by one's whole life, Tanya-not a part of it. Her record is finished, but its last item is the most important. She paid … in blood," he finished soberly.
"And Grisha Khodkine-he too-"
Rowland shrugged. "He was game-" he muttered.
She took from her hand bag some papers, much wrinkled, soiled and water-stained.
"His dossier-"
"We'll hardly need it now-"
He caught her hands in his and the papers fell to the floor, papers once so significant and now merely-soiled papers.
"We have now this moment, Tanya. Let us forget-everything else. Later we will give for others. Now we will take-for ourselves."
"It is too wonderful to be true-"
"Like the fairy tale. Listen and I will tell it to you. Once upon a time, there was a very small boy who lived in a very large house in a very noisy city. And there came to him in his dreams a wonderful fairy who carried a wand with a star at its end which had the property of making all good things come true. Her name was Princess Tatyana and he loved her, for she was very, very beautiful-"
Tanya laid her fingers across his lips.
"Is not our own fairy story more beautiful than this?"
He kissed her fingers and then, since her lips were near, took them too, for fairy tales, beautiful as they may be, are after all, mere creatures of dreams. And Tanya's lips were very real…
THE END
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