L. E. Modesitt - Ghost 03 by Ghost of the White Nights

Author:Ghost of the White Nights
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-01-09T09:25:44+00:00

Leaving Terese to explore her “smaller” suite, we followed De Witte to the double doors at the end of the corridor.

“This is where any cabinet ministers stay when they come to St. Petersburg.” The boyish grin followed.

“Not that we’ve seen any in the year I’ve been here.” He opened the door and then extended keys to each of us. “I imagine you’ll need separate keys with your schedules.”

Obviously, the main suite had been designed at one point for visiting royalty, or the equivalent. We stepped into an entry foyer with octagonal rose marble floor tiles, and paneled in a rich cherry. There was a coat closet on the right side, and a powder room, papered in a pale blue damask-like fabric, on the left.

The archway led into what could only be called a salon or a drawing room a good thirty-five feet long. In front of the full-length windows, curtained in dark-green velvet hangings, stood the Haaren. It looked as though it had just come from the factory, without a scratch upon it.

The couches and empire-style furniture had been arranged as if for a chamber concert. Llysette looked at me and raised her eyebrows, but we followed De Witte through the end door.

“This is the master suite.”

The bedchamber of the master suite was more than thirty feet long and dominated by a massive, triple width, four-postered bed that appeared very Russian. The comforters were rose, trimmed in a muted crimson piping. A small desk stood before the windows, and flanking it was a chaise longue. There were two bath chambers, one with an enormous ceramic tub, the other with a huge shower for two. Of course, there was a walk-in closet.

De Witte showed us the small kitchen, with a breakfast area overlooking the private embassy courtyard, and the other “smaller” bedroom.

“I hope this will make your stay more enjoyable.” Standing in the entry foyer, he bowed.

“It will certainly make it more comfortable,” I replied, adding before he could turn and leave. “I presume you’re most fluent in Russian?”

“Of course, sir.”

“I’m not. My expertise lies much more in environmental fields. Could I call upon you if I need something short translated—or is there someone else I should contact?”

“I’m the one you should contact,” he affirmed. “If it’s long or you need it quickly, I may call upon some others to help.”

“Thank you. I just wanted to know. Will we see you at dinner?”

“Yes, sir.”

After we closed the door behind young De Witte, I turned to Llysette. The guest quarters were certainly the most palatial accommodations in which we had ever stayed. “They are definitely treating you like a diva.”

“They want much.”

“We’ll see.”

There was a knock on the door.

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