Thursday, August 10, 2006
New Beginning 61
Angels at Almack's
“Bonaparte requested safe harbor and then turned his guns on the Maltese, leaving the girl twice orphaned.” The British naval commander turned and whispered to the visiting poet, Lord Byron, the events which freed Principessa Adina from her own kind of oppressive existence.
Lord Byron smiled at the Commodore, a condescending little twitch at the corners of his mouth. “The Royal Navy to the rescue and all that.”
The Commodore’s nose twitched. “Precisely.” He raised a sparkling cut-crystal glass of tawny port to his lips.
Byron on the other hand sipped champagne as the men admired her portrait in Palazzo Verbena’s private gallery, one of the few places the French had not ransacked. “Is it an accurate likeness of the Principessa Adina?”
Adina hung back, hiding herself in the shadows of the stairwell. She rested her hand on the cool lyre-like curves of the marble balustrade to steady her nervous breathing. Oh, it's accurate all right, she thought. In fact, if you look closely you can even see the outline of the Persian throwing knives under my bodice.
Adina didn't entirely enjoy her work as one of Italy's top assasins, but a girl had to earn a living. And she was definitely getting paid tonight.
Opening: Cathy Leming.....Continuation: Marjorie James