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Hornblower climbed in； with Wychwood and Hurst after him； with an apologetic smile the Hussar followed them and sat with his back to the horses。 The door shut。 One footman leaped up beside the coachman and the other sprang up behind； and the horses dashed forward。 The road wound through a vast park； alternate sweeps of grass and groves of trees； here and there fountains threw lofty jets of water at the sky； and marble naiads posed by marble basins。 Occasional turns in the road opened up beautiful vistas down the terraced lawns； there were long flights of marble steps and beautiful little marble pavilions； but also； at every turning； beside every fountain and every pavilion； there were sentries on guard； stiffly presenting arms as the carriages whirled by。
〃Every Tsar for the last three generations has been murdered；〃 remarked Wychwood。 〃It's only the women who die in their beds。 Alexander is taking precautions。〃
The carriage turned sharply again and came out on a broad gravelled parade ground； on the farther side Hornblower just had time to see the palace； a rambling rococo building of pink and grey stone with a dome at either end； before the carriage drew up at the entrance to the salute of a further guard； and a white…powdered footman opened the doors。 With a few polite words in Russian the Hussar led the party forward up a flight of pink marble steps and into a lofty anteroom。 A swarm of servants came forward to take their boat…cloaks； Hornblower remembered to put his cocked hat under his arm and the others followed his example。 The folding doors beyond were thrown open； and they went towards them； to be received by a dignified official whose coat was of the same Imperial red where the colour was visible through the gold lace。 He wore powder and carried in his hand a gold…tipped ebony stave。
〃Kotchubey；〃 he said； speaking fair French。 〃Grand Marshal of the Palace。 modore Hornblower？ Lord Wychwood？〃
They bowed to him； and Hornblower presented the others； he saw the Grand Marshal run an all…embracing eye over their uniforms to make sure that nothing unworthy of the Court of the Tsar would penetrate farther into the palace。 Then he turned back to Hornblower and Wychwood。
〃His Excellency the Minister of Marine would be honoured if modore Hornblower would grant him time for a short interview。〃
〃I am at His Excellency's service；〃 said Hornblower； 〃but I am here at the mand of His Imperial Majesty。〃
〃That is very good of you； sir。 There will be time before His Imperial Majesty appears。 And His Excellency the Minister of Foreign Affairs would be honoured by Lord Wychwood's attention for a few minutes in a similar way。〃
〃I am at His Excellency's service；〃 said Wychwood。 For a man of his experience his French was remarkably poor。
〃Thank you；〃 said Kotchubey。
He turned； and three more officers of the Court approached at his gesture。 They wore less gold lace than Kotchubey； and from the gold keys embroidered on their lapels Hornblower knew them to be chamberlains。 There were further introductions； more bows。
〃Now if you have the kindness to acpany me； sir …〃 said Kotchubey to Hornblower。
Two chamberlains took charge of the junior officers； one took charge of Wychwood； and Kotchubey led Hornblower away。 Hornblower gave one last glance at his party。 Even the stolid Hurst； even the deliberately languid Mound； wore rather scared expressions at being abandoned by their captain like this in an Imperial palace。 Hornblower was reminded of children being handed over by their parents to a strange nurse。 But Braun's expression was different。 His green eyes were glowing with excitement； and there was a new tenseness about his features； and he was casting glances about him like a man preparing himself for some decisive action。 Hornblower felt a wave of misgiving break over him； during the excitement of setting foot in Russia he had forgotten about Braun； about the stolen pistol； about everything connected with him。 He wanted time to think； and yet Kotchubey was hurrying him away and allowing him no time。 They walked through a magnificent room … Hornblower was only just conscious of its furniture； pictures； and statuary … and through folding doors beyond； which were opened for them by two of the footmen who seemed to be present in hundreds。 The corridor was wide and lofty； more like a picture gallery than a corridor； but Kotchubey only went a few yards along it。 He stopped abruptly at an inconspicuous door； from before which two more footmen stepped with alacrity at his approach。 The door opened straight upon a steep winding stairway； half…way up there was another door； this one guarded by four burly soldiers in pink uniforms with high boots and baggy breeches whom Hornblower recognized as the first Cossacks he had ever seen in the flesh。 They nearly jammed the narrow stairway as they drew back against the wall to make way； Hornblower had to push past them。 Kotchubey scratched upon the door and instantly opened it； immediately drawing Hornblower after him with a gesture as though he were a conspirator。
〃Sir Hornblower；〃 he announced； having shut the door。 The big man in the vaguely naval uniform； with epaulettes and a string of orders across his breast； must be the Minister of Marine； he came forward cordially； speaking fair French and with a courtly apology for not speaking English。 But in the far corner of the room was another figure； tall and slender； in a beautiful light…blue uniform。 He was strikingly handsome； but as though he came from another world； the ivory pallor of his cheeks； accentuated by his short black side…whiskers； was more unnatural than unhealthy。 He made no move as he sat stiffly upright in the dark corner； his finger…tips resting on a low table before him； and neither of the Russian officials gave any overt sign of acknowledging his presence； but Hornblower knew that it was the Tsar； thinking quickly； he realized that if the Tsar's own officials pretended the Tsar was not there； then he could do no less。 He kept his eyes on the Minister of Marine's。
〃I trust；〃 said the latter； 〃that I see you in good health？〃
〃Thank you；〃 said Hornblower。 〃I am in the best of health。〃
〃And your squadron？〃
〃That is in the best of health too； Your Excellency。〃
〃Does it need anything？〃
Hornblower had to think quickly again。 On the one hand was the desire to appear utterly independent； but on the other there was the nagging knowledge that water would soon be running short。 Every manding officer； whether of ships or squadron； carried always at the back of his mind the vital； urgent need for renewing his ship's drinking water。 And a Minister of Marine … even a Russian one … must be aware of that。
〃Firewood and water； as always；〃 said Hornblower； 〃would be of the greatest convenience。〃
〃I shall inquire if it is convenient to send a water…boat to your squadron to…morrow morning；〃 said the Minister。
〃I thank Your Excellency；〃 said Hornblower； wondering what he would be asked to do in exchange。
〃You have been informed； sir；〃 said the Minister； changing the subject so obviously that Hornblower could only attribute it to nervousness at having the Tsar listening to the conversation； 〃of Bon