"That's a problem, isn't it?" said Ivan. "But the truth is, she did."
"No," said Father. "No, that's not true. There is no woman alive who, marrying you, would be marrying down."
The words came to Ivan too suddenly, too unexpectedly. "I thought - that's a thing Mother would say."
"Yes," said Father. "Mothers say things like that more than fathers do."
"I'm proud that you feel that way about me," said Ivan. "But that doesn't mean that I believe you're right in such an assessment."
"I know," said Father. "That's what breaks my heart. That you would believe that this woman did you a favor to marry you."
"Well, as far as that goes, I think Katerina and I agree that neither of us did the other much of a favor with this particular match-up."
Father nodded. "Life," he said, with that resigned bitterness that only Russians can put into the word. Though Russian Jews manage somehow to slip a little bit of pride into it. Life is vile, but at least I'm one of the chosen victims.
"Why didn't you teach me to use a sword when I was little?" asked Ivan.
"None of the other professors' children were learning it," said Father. "But think a moment - at least I gave you Old Church Slavonic. You understood her when she spoke."
Ivan grinned and saluted his father.
Katerina had been terrified from the beginning of the journey, though she subdued it, tried to contain it, even deny it. Not until she got into the car with Ivan's mother and father did the fear begin to fade, though at that point she did not understand why. This was nothing like the gruzovik - it moved at a terrifying speed, weaving in and out among other fast-moving vehicles, while Ivan's father barely seemed to be paying attention to his driving. And yet she was not afraid. She felt protected.
Only when she entered Ivan's home did she realize why. The house really was protected, as she now realized the car had been. An old wasps' nest hung in the eave over the entrance of the house - Katerina knew at once that there were others above every other door, and all the windows would have a daub of menstrual blood on the frames.
There was music playing as they entered the house, coming from nowhere and everywhere, but it did not frighten her, for she saw charms of harmony and understood that a very deft and subtle witch had put this house under guard. No hate would last here, and no hypocrisy, while any enemy who entered here would leave in confusion. Katerina had made no great study of magic - the aunts, if they were still alive, had never strayed from their distant homes, what with Baba Yaga sworn to kill them because of their thwarting of her curse on Katerina - and so who was there to teach her the deepest arts? She learned what was available to learn. Enough to recognize the touch of a master in the subtle work. For the charms were concealed, embedded into objects that seemed to be mere decorations when they couldn't be disguised as natural stains or, like the wasps' nests, the work of innocent creatures.
The little porcelain on the mantel was an invocation of Bear, though, and that worried Katerina, considering that Bear was rumored to be under Baba Yaga's sway. Still, gods were gods, and whoever protected this house was no fool. Bear would not be invoked if Bear were an enemy in this time and place.
In the kitchen, she found herself so in harmony with Ivan's mother that they hardly needed to talk; yet when Ivan pointed it out, his mother seemed unaware of how they had been communing beyond the level of speech. Interesting. Was this kind witch unaware of the great power she had? In my time, thought Katerina, you would have been enough to worry Baba Yaga. Of course, that would have guaranteed your death, so it's just as well you didn't live then.
Only when supper was over and Ivan stayed in the dining room with his father was Katerina able to ask Mother - for so she already thought of her - just how widely known magic was. "Ivan seemed to know nothing of it," said Katerina. "And yet... he lived in this house."
Mother smiled and looked shyly down at the dishwater in the sink - for the pots did not go in the machine, since the dishwasher