hair, and a good bit of her face—hardly à la mode, but not particularly unusual in a time and place when nearly everyone sooner or later got smallpox, and some emerged in good health but almost impossible to look at. “This is Gertrude von Klötze, a petty noblewoman of Braunschweig, who after suffering and surviving a grave illness, has dedicated the remainder of her life to succouring others in need.”
“A noble woman indeed. It is my very great pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle,” said Daniel, adroitly looking past the fact that this woman was, in fact, Princess Caroline.
“Fraülein von Klötze shall accompany you all the way to London.”
“And how shall sweet Gertrude get back?” Johann demanded—having taken a few moments to recover from the abrupt transfiguration of his lover into a masked nurse. He made a step toward Caroline, but she sent him back with a dart of the eyes. “Surely her family will miss her!”
“Perhaps she won’t have to come back, as her family may be moving to London soon anyway,” Eliza said. “Gertrude shall lodge at Leicester House until we make rendezvous with her later.”
“I did not know that I was—we were—going to London!” Johann answered.
“We are,” Eliza said calmly, “but not before a detour to the chateau at Schloß Ubersetzenseehafenstadtbergwald.”
“Eeyuh, that place? Are you joking? What’ll we do there, hunt bats?”
“Some minutes ago, you may have heard a woman screaming in this wing of the palace.”
“Indeed, my ears are still ringing.”
“That was Princess Caroline.”
“Are you certain? For during the time this screaming reached my ears I observed movements of your lips, Mother, curiously synchronized—”
“Your wit is tedious. ’Twas the Princess. Her grief over the death of Sophie is even deeper than was realized. Her braveness earlier today a mere affectation, masking a profound derangement of the nerves. Not long ago, she simply dissolved. She has been given tincture of opium and is under strict seclusion in her bedchamber. Before the sun is up, she shall be taken out in a sedan chair and loaded into my carriage. You, son, and I shall convey her to the Schloß I have mentioned—one of the most remote and desolate out-croppings in Christendom. There, her royal highness shall spend several weeks in seclusion, tended only by a few trusted servants, turning away all visitors.”
“Especially ones carrying poisoned daggers—?”
“Rumors of assassins in the garden are absurd,” Eliza said, “They are chimaeras, figments of her royal highness’s fevered brain. Even if they did exist, they would face grave difficulties gaining entrance to the place to which we are taking her, which, as you know if you have been studying your family history, was built on a rock in a lake by a rich Baron so concerned for his personal security that he believed that even the birds of the air were wind-up toys invented by hashishin to fly in his windows and put anthrax into his beer.”
“Oh, was he the chap who invented beer-mugs with lids on them?” Daniel wondered aloud.
But Eliza was in no mood. “I should like it very much, Dr. Waterhouse, if you were to fall down and suffer a medical crisis.”
“I am here to serve, my lady,” Daniel returned gallantly, and began looking round the pantry for a comfortable place to hit the floor.
“Might I spend a moment with ‘Gertrude’ first?” Johann inquired. “There is much, er, advice I would give her concerning London and—”
“There is no time,” Eliza said, “and your advice is of little value, as ‘Gertrude’ does not expect to participate in any sword-fights.” And Eliza drew breath as if to expound upon this theme at greater length. But Daniel’s withered hand suddenly lay gentle on her arm. She faltered. “Gertrude” and Johann had locked their eyes together across the room. Eliza could have detonated a barrel of gunpowder and they would not have heard it.
“Let’s to London, then,” Daniel said.
Between Black Mary’s Hole and
Sir John Oldcastle’s, North of London
DAWN, 18 JUNE 1714
Enlisting Soldiers without Authority. An ingrossed Bill from the Lords, intituled, An Act, to prevent the listing of her Majesty’s Subjects to serve as Soldiers, without her Majesty’s License, was read a Second time.
Resolved, That the Bill be committed.
Resolved, That the Bill be committed to a Committee of the whole House.
Resolved, That this House will, To-morrow Morning, resolve itself into a Committee of the whole House, upon the said Bill.
—Journals of the House of Commons, JOVIS, 1° DIE JULII; ANNO 13° ANNAE REGINAE, 1714
IT WAS SAID THAT Mahomet had banned bells in the masjid,