PROLOGUE: AFTERMATH
England : Some days later.
Captain Warwick was ushered into the mahogany walled study by two impeccably attired guardsmen. His Full Dress uniform was as clean as he could ever remember and it clung to him like an unwelcome alien skin. Sweat drenched his brow but it had nothing to do with the thick cotton tunic and everything to do with the man sitting in the heavy antique chair behind the rooms desk.
“Captain Warwick then we would presume?”
The Captain bowed deeply, every muscle in his battered frame complying only reluctantly with the action.
“Yes your majesty, reporting as ordered.”
The king swiveled his chair to regard the marine officer. “Captain, we would talk to you about the recent events in Russia.”
Warwick struggled momentarily to contain his unease “ It would be my honour your majesty, although if I may say so, Admiral Beatty may well be more capable of providing your majesty with a..”
“We have already spoken to our Admiral captain. Sir David Beatty was able to inform us that thanks to a series of rather unconventional naval manoeuvres the fleet was able to temporarily resupply and provide for the strategic mobility of our forces in Russia.”
The king stood up and seemed to drop his carefully controlled posturing. “We would have you inform us of the health of our royal cousins.”
Warwick shifted uncomfortably. “ The Tsarina and her daughters have all made full recoveries, they are a little shaken but otherwise ok. They spend their hours tending to the young Alexei. He suffered only minor injuries but his condition makes his recovery a slow, arduous and by no means certain thing.”
Seeing the deep concern on the monarch’s face Warwick quickly added.
“The Doctors are with him constantly your majesty, we have no reason to doubt his prospects of recovery.”
In the next moment King George the Fifth of England looked directly into the young marines eyes with a humanity that explained why this meeting had to be held privately.
king George V and the czar in Berlin, 1913.
“And our cousin the Czar?”
Warwick opted to bite the bullet.
“By all accounts your Majesty, he shouldn't be alive. When we pulled him out of the water he was already suffering severe hypothermia and extensive shrapnel wounds. As it were he lies in his room under medical care writing incessantly despite our protestations, seeing his family when he is too weak to write.”
“Do our staff believe he will survive?”
“He has an indomitable will your Majesty, one that has kept him from passing long after a lesser man would have. .. But it is doubtful. I ...apologise profusely for my failure your majesty.”
The King resumed his seat and clasped his hands together on the desk. “You and your men have made your nation proud captain. You have saved lives of no small significance and granted our royal cousin several extra days of life. The future is a construct moved as much by the smallest ripple in fate as the clashes of great armies. We can not know the full consequences of your success for many years yet, if ever.” The monarch straightened up and resumed his original posture.
“But until then Captain, our royal cousin bids you take this.” The king placed a slip of paper on the desk and then turned away which Warwick took as his signal to exit. As he bowed and exited the chamber he unfolded the slip and read the short sentences inscribed upon it.
Your actions and those of your countrymen will never be forgotten.
Thank you for our family.
Nikolai Alexandrovich Romanov.
Saint Nicholas II, Emperor and Autocrat of All the Russias
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