The Night of The Royal Discord

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A huge thank you to Pet, PE and Apple for beta reading this. It took forever to finish writing and their patience and vigilance and prodding helped me immensely.

The Night of The Royal Discord
by Cris Hart

James West opened the door to the parlor car and entered. He saw his partner Artemus Gordon, sat at the desk working on a sketch.

"Well, James," Artie said smiling at his friend, "I thought you'd be back early with the snow falling as hard as it is. Or not at all if you found some other warm place to hole up," he teased.

"No, not tonight," Jim chuckled good-naturedly, taking off his hat and overcoat. Clumps of snow fell from the shoulder of the coat to the floor.

Artie put down his drawing. "Did you have dinner, then? I made a stew and there's plenty left," he offered.

"No thanks, Artie, I ate. I had dinner with Colonel Richmond," Jim answered evenly as he took a seat on the sofa and rubbed his cold hands together.

"Ahh, and how is the good Colonel?"

"Worn out," Jim answered ruefully.

"Worn out," Artie repeated and noticed the somber look on Jim's face as his partner blew on his reddened hands, "What exactly has worn him out?" Rising, he saw the melting snow by the door and went to the sideboard to pour Jim a brandy.

"Well, actually, it's our next assignment that's worn him out," Jim said accepting the brandy, "Thank you." He took a sip of the warming amber liqueur.

"I don't like the sound of that. What's the assignment?" Artie sipped at his own glass.

"We, you and I, are to escort two princesses to Washington to meet up with an Emissary of Russia. He's meeting with the President to discuss trade relations with his country. The princesses were touring the country while he was otherwise engaged," Jim related.

Artie relaxed a little and sat next to Jim stretching his long legs. "So? That doesn't sound so bad. We've escorted members of royalty before. As a matter of fact, so has the Colonel. What's so different this time?"

"Someone tried to kill them while they were coming through the White Mountains. Now the Colonel has them holed up in a secure location. We're to go there in the morning and deliver them safely to Washington by Friday," Jim explained.

"Again, so? We get them on the train and it's only a couple of days from here. We've got plenty of security. No problem," Artie commented glibly and downed the rest of his brandy. He saw Jim smiling at him. "Or am I wrong?" he asked suspiciously.

"You're wrong, friend, sorry. The Colonel wants us to go under cover with the princesses. We won't be traveling together. I'm to take the eastern route down and you the western route. Each of us will be in charge of one of the princesses. Emissary Vlad Chernov’s sister, Claudia will be with me and Princess Sophia will be with you," Jim concluded finishing his own brandy and feeling much warmer now.

"The Colonel does realize the weather is awful and only going to get worse, doesn't he?" Artemus asked looking toward the window where he could see the snow falling steadily.

"He does, but Chernov has insisted the princesses not travel together any longer. He feels the people trying to oust him from power will be spread too thin to follow both princesses. I agree," Jim concluded.

"You agree?" Artie sounded incredulous. "How could traveling in that," he waved a hand at the falling snow outside, "be safer than in here?" he waved his hand around indicating the train.

"We know the lay of the land, Artie. We've traveled these passes dozens of times. We know the best routes south. The attempted murderers don't. That gives us the advantage," Jim stated flatly.

"There's no point in my arguing, is there?" Artie asked evenly.

"Afraid not," Jim replied seriously.

"Well, then, James, my boy, we'd better pack warm. So what's it to be? Wagons? Horseback?" Artie asked resigned.

"I'm going with the wagon. I'll be taking some of their belongings with me. Colonel Richmond will use our train with decoys. You'll be on horseback. The western route's a little rougher and a wagon won't be feasible. But since you'll be traveling lighter, it should be faster for you," Jim explained.

Artie nodded as he listened, planning in his mind what he would bring along. They set about dividing food supplies into two packs then retired to their rooms to pack clothes and toiletries. When he finished, Artie went to Jim's room and knocked.

"Yeah," Jim called through the door.

Artemus entered. Jim was just finishing tying up a bedroll. "What's on your mind?" he asked Artemus.

"What time do we start? Tonight?"

"No but before dawn. Colonel Richmond's expecting us around 5:00 a.m. and we have to leave the safe house before 6:00 a.m. It’s not far." Jim answered.

Artie glanced at the clock on Jim's mantel. It was just after 11:30 p.m. He looked sourly at Jim and said, "Good night, then," and went back to his room.

Jim chuckled and called "Good night, Artie," to the closed door. He heard Artie swear a blue streak and it made him laugh out loud. Artie's door slammed. "It's not my fault," he yelled through the wall, still laughing at his friend.

"You could have refused," Artie yelled back. Jim shook his head. He knew Artie didn’t believe that and was just not happy about riding several days in bad weather. He climbed into bed and yelled a final “Good night, Artie,” to his silent partner.

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Jim woke at 3:00 a.m. to the aroma of fresh brewed coffee. Artie was already up, he smiled He dressed, grabbed his pack and went into the living room. The table was set with coffee, eggs and warm bread.

"Wow," he said, "What time did you get up?" Jim asked.

"Good morning, to you too, James," Artie answered taking a forkful of eggs.

"Sorry, good morning," Jim sat and served himself, "So what time did you get up?"

"I never went to bed," Artie admitted, "I got to thinking about disguises, story lines, and such and by the time I knew it, it was 2:30 a.m. I figured if we wanted a hot breakfast I’d best start."

"What did you come up with?" Jim asked savoring the hot meal.

“Eggs,” Artie grinned.

“Ha ha,” Jim chuckled sarcastically, “Very funny.”

"Well, I know you don't like a lot of make up, so I figured a mustache and goatee for you, and I've got mine ready to go. As for back stories, you and Princess Claudia will be a honeymoon couple caught up in the bad weather. I'll be an older gent traveling with his younger wife to a new job in Washington. How does that sound?" Artie poured coffee for them both.

"Uh, good, but one of the stories will have to be modified a little," Jim said not looking at him and sipping the hot coffee.

"Well, you're just going to have to deal with it. A honeymoon couple will be perfect for a handsome young couple traveling alone," Artie said enjoying the fact that the story would be difficult to pull off without Jim being inappropriate with the Princess.

"No. That story's fine. It's yours that’s going to have to change," Jim chuckled softly.

"Mine. Why?" he eyed Jim suspiciously, "What are you not telling me? Is she an old woman?"

"No not at all. She's young," Jim answered evasively.

"She's ugly as a hound, isn't she?" Artie asked leaning across the table.

"No, she's quite pretty," Jim told him grinning broadly.

"Then what? She's young, she's pretty, what's the problem?" Artie asked leaning back in his seat still suspicious.

"She's six," Jim mumbled under his breath.

"Sick?” Artie asked straightening in his seat, “What's she got?"

"Not sick," Jim chuckled nervously, "Six," Jim enunciated clearly.

"Six," Artie repeated looking confused. Then realization dawned over the confusion and mixed itself liberally with disbelief, "She's six?” Artie asked seeming to search for an explanation, “You mean as in she’s six feet tall?” he asked. Jim shook his head and Artie tried again, “As in she a freak of nature and has six limbs?” he asked the ridiculous as resignation began to win over the other warring emotions on his face. Jim chuckled at his partner’s dilemma and shook his head again. Artie sighed, “You mean she’s six years old?" he asked softly. Jim was grinning and nodding. "No, no, no, no, no. Jim, please tell me you're kidding."

"I'm not," Jim smiled.

"You can't do this to me. I can't travel on horseback in this weather with a six year old!" Artie exclaimed heatedly.

"Yes you can," Jim countered calmly.

"NO, I can't," Artie said emphatically.

"Yes you can," Jim said quietly and placed his hand in a calming gesture on his friend’s arm.

"No I can't," Artie's voice was as soft as Jim's, "I don't know anything about girls," he shook his head morosely.

Jim cocked his head and raised his eyebrows. He wore a mild, teasing smirk.

"LITTLE girls," Artie corrected loudly, "Why did you spring this on me like this?"

"You were already dealing with the assignment badly last night. If I had told you she was six, well, frankly, we both would have been up all night." Jim got up from the table and took his plate and cup into the galley.

Artie followed him in with a tray carrying the rest of the table contents. He began to wash the dishes in silence. Jim watched him a moment before saying, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you last night."

"Don't speak to me, never speak to me again," Artie responded angrily.

"Artie, really," Jim groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Why do I get the six year old?" Artie countered. He turned to face Jim eyebrows raised in question.

Jim shrugged with a look of 'I don't know' on his face. Artie mimicked the move and the face and turned back to finish the dishes.

"Artie, I just thought," Jim began but he had a hard time admitting his real reason.

"You just thought what?" Artie interjected, "I’ve never known you to be so selfish, James. You wanted the beautiful woman for yourself." he concluded with a sarcastic smile.

"You're right, I did,” Jim admitted then continued over his partner’s muttered ‘Selfish.’ “But I thought you'd be better with the kid than I would be," Jim said placating and drying the dishes.

"Why? Have I ever had children? I never even had any siblings! What do I know about taking care of a child?"

"Well, you're an actor," Jim answered cryptically.

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"What? That doesn't even make sense." Artie’s anger was dissipating but he wasn’t going to let Jim know that.

"Sure it does. Act like a father," Jim smiled broadly.

"If I wasn't elbow deep in dish water, I'd hit you," Artie muttered as he pulled his hands out of the water.

Jim jumped back anticipating a blow, which set Artemus to laughing, "I'm not going to hit you, dopey. The dishes are done," he laughed drying his hands on a towel. Jim smiled back at him, glad that the anger had finally passed.

"Let's get going," he said clapping Artie on the back.

It snowed the whole way to the safe house and both men were covered with a layer of snow as they knocked on the door. Colonel Richmond admitted them into a warm fire lit room. They removed their coats and shook the snow from them outside the door, hung them on hooks, and followed Colonel Richmond into the room. A beautiful, dark haired woman sat by the fireplace, holding a wide eyed little girl on her lap.

"Princess Claudia, Princess Sophie, this is Messer’s James West and Artemus Gordon," Richmond introduced.

They gave a slight bow of politeness and Claudia nodded her head to them. She stood and took the girl by the hand leading her forward. "We are very pleased to meet you," she said offering her hand to Jim then Artie. Each man raised her hand, not quite meeting their lips and kissed.

"This is my daughter, Sophie,” Princess Claudia continued.

Sophie tugged at her mother’s sleeve and whispered to her when Claudia leaned close. “Yes, Sophie, it is all right to say hello," she instructed quietly.

"Hello," she said quietly.

"She's not usually shy. I think she is upset that we will be separated. Which of you will be guarding my daughter?" Claudia asked.

"I will, Princess," Artemus spoke up.

Claudia eyed him up and down. "Do you have children, Mr. Gordon?"

"No, I've never married," he answered politely.

She turned to her daughter, stooped to be eye to eye with her, "Mama must speak to Colonel Richmond and Mr. West, darling. Stay with Mr. Gordon like a good girl, all right?"

"Yes, mama," Sophie answered looking up at Artie then back at her mother, "Can he read me a story?"

"I don't think so, darling, all your story books are in Russian," Claudia told her daughter, smoothing her long dark hair.

"Excuse, me, Princess Claudia," Artie interjected, "I read a little Russian."

Claudia stood and cocked her head examining him. "How extraordinary," she commented, "then will you read to Sophie?"

"Of course," he answered and bowed his head slightly.

Sophie took his hand, more than twice the size of hers and led him to a settee by the fireplace. He sat as she chose a book. "Can you read this one?" she asked handing him the book.

Artie opened the thin book and looked over the pages quickly. "Yes, Princess," he answered, "now sit here," he said patting the settee next to him.

"You don't have to call me Princess, Mr. Gordon. My name is Sophie," she said climbing up to sit next to him.

"Alright, Sophie, and you may call me Artemus," he replied. Then he opened the book and with great expression in his voice he read to her, even using different voices for different characters.

During this exchange, Princess Claudia half listened as Colonel Richmond explained Artie's talent for languages. She watched her daughter and Artemus intently. She smiled as she heard him use a high voice for one character and a deep gruff voice for another. She heard her daughter giggle and correct his Russian at one point, and this made her relax a little as she saw her daughter become more comfortable with this stranger. Colonel Richmond interrupted her reverie.

"Princess Claudia, did you need to speak to us? There's not much time before you must leave," he said politely but urgently.

"No. I wanted to observe Mr. Gordon with Sophie. She has been so frightened since the attempt on our lives and the way she looked up at him, towering above her, I worried she would be too frightened. But he seems to have charmed her," she said smiling. "He has such nice manners, a real gentleman," she added.

"Artie is a gentleman and a gentle man, Princess," Jim assured her, "Your daughter is in safe hands."

"Yes, I believe that. I'll get our things," she excused herself to gather they coats and valises.

"Jim, what's your story going to be?" Colonel Richmond asked.

"Artie came up with our being a honeymoon couple caught in the bad weather and making the best of a bad trip," Jim answered, "And, by the way, he has a disguise for me I'd better apply," and he withdrew a small package from his pocket. Wrapped in fine paper were the mustache and goatee which he applied. "Straight?" he asked the Colonel.

"Fine. It looks very real," Colonel Richmond commented looking over the facial hair. "What about a name?"

"We'll be Mr. and Mrs. William Parker. She'll be my wife of one week, Maria," Jim answered.

"And Artemus?"

"He's Mr. Seamus O'Halloran, traveling with his daughter Siobahn, to a new job in Washington," Jim explained.

Their story over, Artie told Sophie he had to talk to his friends a moment and joined Jim and Colonel Richmond.

"I heard what you just said, Jim, and I think I'd better change from Irish to Russian. Sophie speaks Russian fluently and I'll be able to give her instructions in private in Russian if I have to. If we're Irish, there's no opportunity to coach her on the fly if necessary. I think I'll be Mikhail Gorofsky and she'll be my daughter Tonya," Artie explained.

They agreed the plans were sound. Artie could not use the make up he had brought for his disguise and they decided he needed none, with his dark hair and eyes, he could pass as he was. One other change to his story was that he was traveling from Canada to Washington as a new employee for the Russian consulate.

"I'd better have a talk with Sophie, uh, Tonya, before we leave," Artie said returning to the little girl and having a brief discussion with her.

Claudia came from the other room with suitcases. Sophie ran to her mother and took her hand.

"I'm to be Tonya, mama, and Artemus is to be my father," she exclaimed, "but it's only pretend," she added in a whisper.

"Well, Tonya, be a good girl for your ‘father’," Princess Claudia said stooping down again and hugging her daughter, "and return to me safely, my darling." She stood and addressed Artemus. "You hold in your hands my greatest treasure, sir. Protect her, guard her, be kind to her, and may your road be blessed until we meet again." She had tears in her eyes.

"I will do all those things, Princess Claudia, I promise you," he answered earnestly and was as surprised as everyone when the Princess hugged him intently. She broke the embrace and handed him Sophie's valise and coat.

"Then, father, dress your child for the cold and God speed." She turned to Jim, "And who are we to be?"

"Mrs. Maria Parker, meet your new husband, Mr. William Parker," he said taking her hand and kissing it lightly.

"Well, husband, we have much to put into our sleigh before we leave," she said.

"The sleigh is right out front. I'll load it in a minute," he said, bowed, and went to Artie who was just straightening from buttoning Sophie's warm fur coat and tucking her hands into a matching fur muff.

"You ready?" he asked his friend.

"I better be. I just made quite a big promise to a Princess," Artie answered. He examined the disguise and said, "You only have to wear that a couple of days if you don't shave."

"Thanks. Good luck," Jim said putting his hand out.

"Same to you," Artie answered grasping his friend's hand.

"I'm hot," Sophie whined.

"All right, we're going," Artie paused to tie a fur lined bonnet under Sophie’s chin then put on his own hat, coat and scarf and pulled on his gloves. He picked up the valise, took Sophie's hand and walked out into the snow. Artie scooped Sophie up almost immediately since the snow was deepening quickly and deposited her on the horse, secured her suitcase and swung up behind her.

Princess Claudia, Jim, and Colonel Richmond stood in the doorway. Artemus waved once and turned his horse to the west directly into the wind and blowing snow.

Jim loaded the sleigh with the Princess' bags, as well as some odd pieces of furniture, a small table, a couple of chairs, and a box of dishes acquired during her visit. He helped her up into the seat and turned to Colonel Richmond.

"Take my horse back to the train and wear the hat I left for you,” Jim told the Colonel. “If anyone is watching, it'll look like I'm returning with the Princesses," he added. "The train’s all stocked, so it should be a comfortable trip. Artie left stew in the icebox and a fire's going in the living room and the bedrooms," Jim concluded.

"Be careful, James. Artemus is not the only one with precious cargo," Colonel Richmond admonished shaking Jim's hand warmly.

"Yes, sir," Jim replied stepping up into the seat next to Claudia. He turned the team east and started off.

After riding a while, with the wind picking up and the temperature dropping, Claudia felt frozen.

"Is there an extra blanket, Mr. West?" she asked, "I'm so cold."

"Yes, Maria," he emphasized Maria, "I'll get you one." He reached behind the seat and pulled out a wool blanket.

"Thank you William," she replied understanding.

Claudia draped the extra blanket across her and made sure one half covered Jim’s lap and legs. He was grateful for it as the horses kicked up snow behind them adding to the cold.

"Will we stop somewhere later?" Claudia asked over the blowing wind.

"Around noon, I think, we should reach East Overshoe. We'll stop there, get a room for the night and start out early again in the morning weather permitting," Jim answered.

"Are there places along the way for our friends to stop?" Claudia asked not wanting to refer directly to Artemus and Sophie.

"I'm sure there are. Don't worry, we'll all be together again soon," he reassured her trying to sound as though they were part of a party split up by the weather. Silently he hoped the way was easier for Artie as he struggled to keep the horses headed the way he wanted.

The Princess scooted a bit closer to Jim, and felt his warmth meld with hers. How fortunate she was that her brother was important enough to be able to command Secret Service protection for her and her daughter. She watched Jim from the corner of her eye and thought how lucky she was that this man was so handsome and strong. She could feel his strength in the movement of his arms as he guided the team through the snow and it

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made her feel safe. She’d missed the company of a handsome man since her husband’s death.

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Though it was daylight, the snow showed no signs of stopping. Sophie turned her face up to Artemus. He saw her squinting and her face was red and raw from the wind.

"Whoa," he pulled up on the reins and came to a stop.

"I need to blow my nose," Sophie told him, "I'm very cold."

"So I see," he answered pulling out his handkerchief. He held it out to her but she did not take it. Instead, she pushed her little nose into the folds and he wound up holding it while she blew her nose. He wiped under her nose when she was finished, folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket. ‘Yuck,’ he thought.

"My face is cold, papa," Sophie said still squinting up at him.

"Here, wear this," Artie answered taking his scarf and wrapping it around her face leaving just her eyes visible.

"Mm mll mme smmp?" she mumbled through the scarf.

"I beg your pardon?" he dug through the fold and exposed her mouth.

"When will we stop?" she asked.

"Not until later. We've only been traveling a few hours. Are you all right?" he asked her suddenly worried.

"I'm fine, papa, just very cold. I think I’d like to turn around so the wind is not in my face," she stated.

"Uh," he started, but Sophie did not wait for permission. She twisted herself around so she sat side saddle and scooted close so her face lay against his stomach. He felt her worm her little arms into his coat and around his back.

"Giddyup," he said to the horse and started off again. Half an hour later, he felt Sophie go limp against him and knew she was asleep. He put one arm around her back to make sure she did not slide off and rode that way for another hour.

He began to scan the woods for the small shack he knew was near here that was used by trappers along this ridge. They could stop there and warm up, he thought. Artie had to turn back when he got to a break in the tree line and realized he'd missed the shack in the heavily falling snow. Retracing his path carefully, he found it and pulled up in front.

"Tonya," he spoke softly, in Russian while gently shaking Sophie awake. "Tonechka, we're going to stop here a while. Wake up, little one."

Sophie opened her eyes and stretched. "Where are we?" she asked sleepily. She extricated her arms from inside his coat and looked around at the small clearing and the tiny wooden shack.

Artie picked her up under the arms and lowered her to the ground. He dismounted and led the horse and the little girl into the pine copse. He tied the horse to a tree and turned to Sophie who was jumping up and down.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I have to use the necessary,” she answered, “Now," she added urgently.

"Well, this is the right place for that," he stated and pointed to a large tree to the left of the clearing.

Sophie took a few tentative steps forward peering around the indicated tree. “Where?” she asked innocently.

“Behind that tree,” Artie told her nodding toward it.

“There isn’t anything behind the tree,” she continued.

“Um, no, there isn’t,” he replied realizing she was expecting at least an outhouse, “Just…do what you need to do…al fresco,” he shrugged at her.

The little Princess looked dubious but disappeared behind the tree.

Artie ducked behind a tree to the far right and quickly took care of his own need then waited for Sophie by the horse.

"Is everything alright?" he called stroking the animal’s neck. She was taking an awfully long time.

"I can't get my stockings up right," she called back sounding upset.

"God help me," Artie muttered looking up to the sky. "May I come?" he asked her.

"Yes, please," Sophie answered gratefully.

He stepped hesitantly around the tree and found her with her stockings at her knees all twisted in the bottom of her pantalets. She looked up at him shamefaced. Artie quickly set about untangling them. He pulled the stockings up securely, adjusted the pantalets then pulled her dress and coat down grateful it was nothing more than her stockings.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yes, papa," she answered not forgetting to play her part.

Artie smiled at her and nodded and picked her up, and took her into the shack. Once inside, he started a fire and they sat close to it until they were warmer. In fact the entire little cabin was warmer now. He lit one of the lamps casting a soft glow over the small room.

"Warm enough?" he asked her.

"Yes, but may I sit here a while longer though?" she asked looking outside at the blowing snow.

"As long as you need to, Tonya," he replied kindly. "Would you like something to drink? Some hot chocolate?"

"You have chocolate? I would love some!" Sophie answered brightly.

Artie brought out a metal pot, a small block of chocolate and some sugar, "There's no milk," he told her, "so we’ll have to make due with snow, all right?"

"Yes, thank you," the little girl licked her lips as she watched this big man melt the chocolate over the fire, add sugar and snow to thin it, then set it in a small pile of snow on the table until it cooled sufficiently for her to drink it.

Sipping at the warm liquid, Sophie thought she might come to like this Artemus Gordon.

"You’re a very nice man," she said drinking the warm chocolate, "I think I like you."

"I like you too," he answered moving from window to window looking out. He stopped at the front window and was surprised when he felt her little hand slip into his.

"Are the bad men out there, Artemus?" she asked in a small scared voice.

She looked up at him with wide earnest eyes and he melted. He picked her up, "No," he told her, although that was exactly what he'd been looking for, "I was just looking at how beautiful the snow makes everything. Like a magic world," he told her reassuringly.

"It looks very much like the palace gardens at home," she told him resting her head on his shoulder and gazing out the window. "I miss my papa," she stated, "He died last winter and mama and I went to live with Uncle Vlad." He felt a tear drop onto his neck.

"I'm sorry, Sophie, I didn't know," Artie answered and held her a little tighter and patted her back. "Shh, now, it's all right," he comforted her. "Did you finish your chocolate?"

Sophie sniffled then smiled at him, "Yes. I'm all finished."

"Then are you ready to go on?" he smiled back at her.

"Yes," she said then planted a light kiss on his cheek.

"What was that for?" he asked surprised.

"For being a good papa," she answered unwrapping her legs from around his waist and sliding out of his arms to the floor. She handed him the empty cup and retrieved her hat, muff, and his scarf.

Artemus washed the cup and pot out with some snow and stowed them back in his pack, stirred the fire down to embers and pulled on his own hat and gloves.

"Let's go," he said guiding her with his hand on her back, out the door and to the clearing. He put her up into the saddle and got on behind her. The wind had died down considerably though it was still snowing hard.

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It was well past noon when Jim and Claudia reached East Overshoe. They were stiff with cold and covered with snow. Jim pulled up in front of a hotel and helped Claudia down. They stood under the overhang in front of the hotel and brushed snow off themselves, then other before entering.

"Hello," the desk clerk said sounding surprised, "Have you been traveling in this weather?"

"Hello. We're on our honeymoon. We were on our way to meet my wife's family in Washington when the weather turned. We got separated from the rest of our party. We'd like a room for the night and is there somewhere we can stow our sleigh?" Jim asked.

"Of course. Mr. uh," the clerk said.

"Parker. William Parker, and this is my bride Maria. How much for the room?"

"Well, seeing as you're on your honeymoon and all, how about $5.00? And I'll get Smitty to take your sleigh over to the livery. How's that sound?" he asked cheerily.

"Sounds great. Thanks," Jim answered signing the registry Mr. and Mrs. William Parker. "I'll just get our bags." He hurried to retrieve Maria's clothing bag and his own pack.

"Room 14 just up the stairs and to the right," the clerk said, "If you need something to eat, we'll be serving dinner in about an hour, folks," he called up to them.

"Thanks, we'll be down then," Jim answered, taking Claudia by the arm and guiding her to the room.

Once inside, Claudia peeled out of her wet coat and hung it on the hook behind the door. "I am so cold," she whispered going to the fire place where a low fire burned. She held her hands out to its minimal warmth then rubbed her hands up and down her arms.

Jim too hung his wet coat and hat on the hook behind the door and joined Claudia at the fireplace.

"I'll get this going better," he offered taking a couple of logs from the rack next to the fireplace and tossing them onto the glowing remnants. The fire blazed up giving off more heat. "That’s better," Jim announced while he stood and stretched his hands out to the flames.

"Much better, thank you. Ji…uh, William. Will we stay here long?" Claudia asked.

"At least the night. We'll see what the weather is like in the morning and start early if it's stopped snowing. I may have to replace those runners, they felt a little sluggish the last few miles. I think the liveryman should be able to help us there. Are you tired? Do you want to nap?" he asked with concern.

"No. I am hungry, though. Let's just sit by the fire and talk until dinner time," Claudia suggested.

Jim pulled the overstuffed chair over for her and the straight backed one for himself. "Comfortable?"

"Very," Claudia answered stretching her feet toward the fire and leaning deeply into the chair. "Where are you from?"

"A small town in Pennsylvania." Jim answered.

"Tell me about yourself, what were you like as a boy?"

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"Pretty much like any other boy. I liked to run and climb trees, fish and hunt, play and argue with my brother," he told her.

"You have a brother too? My brother and I used to love to ride in the sleigh and have snowball fights in the snow. In the summer, we did much the same things you did, run through the fields, climb trees, but only Vlad hunted. It wasn't ladylike," Claudia told him with a smile and lightly touched his arm.

"And climbing trees was ladylike?" Jim asked returning her smile.

"Oh, well, my mother never knew I did that. Vlad never told on me. We used to swim in the lake in the summer. Oh how I loved to swim. Do you swim, William?"

"Yes, we lived near the river and used to swim as often as possible. What kind of things do you enjoy now?" Jim asked. Claudia's hand still rested on his arm and he put his hand over hers. Her hand was cold.

"That feels good, your hand is so warm," she said dreamily, feeling drowsy and despite herself she fell asleep.

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"Papa, I'm hungry," Sophie said turning her face up to Artemus. He pulled out his pocket watch and saw it was after 1:00 p.m.

"All right, just a moment," he answered. He did not stop but instead reached behind him in the supplies he'd brought and found a biscuit and a strip of jerky. He gave them to Sophie, "Eat this. We'll have a proper meal when we stop for the night," he told her.

If it was possible, the snow was falling harder than ever. He did not want to stop and be caught after dark without finding shelter. He knew they were approaching a small town called Winsted. The saloon there had a few rooms above it and he hoped there would be one for them. The food was not special, but it was hot and filling. He also knew they were going slower than he'd hoped. They'd had to stop again for Sophie to go to the bathroom and each time they started again, the horse seemed to go slower. Poor thing was as cold, hungry and tired as they were.

"What is this?" Sophie asked holding up the jerky with a sour face.

"It's called jerky. It's dried, seasoned, beef," he told her.

“I don’t like it,” she announced.

“Have you tried it?” Artie asked.

“No, but it looks strange and it’s hard to bite into,” she answered gnawing on the end of the meat. She pulled it out of her mouth. “I can’t eat this,” she whined.

“That’s all we have for now, Tonya. Just take a small bite and hold it in your mouth until it softens enough to chew,” Artie instructed, “It’s not so bad.”

“No,” Sophie stated emphatically, “This is disgusting.”

“Then just eat the biscuit,” Artie told her.

“That’s not enough food for a mouse. Don’t you have anything else?” Sophie pouted.

Artie pulled the horse to a halt. He leaned forward and looked the little girl in the eye. “No I don’t have anything else. This is perfectly good food. It travels well and it’s nourishing. Either eat it or give it back but stop complaining,” he told her sternly. He was too cold and too tired to argue with a Princess.

“You can’t talk to me that way!” Sophie yelled. Her voice echoed loudly around them. “I want my mother!” she cried and quickly slid from the horse and ran toward the trees.

“Hey!” Artie shouted after her as he leapt from his horse and ran after her. It took only a few of his longer strides to catch up to her and he grabbed her by the arm and spun her toward him.

“Leave me alone! I don’t do what servants say to do. I’m a Princess!” she struggled to free herself.

“Servant!” Artie repeated with a scowl, “Now stop that struggling!” Sophie tried to jerk her arm free but Artie held on, gave her a short shake then took her by both shoulders. “Stop it this instant!” he roared at her.

Taken aback, Sophie stopped and looked at him angrily.

“I am not a servant, young lady,” Artie started, “You are a Princess but you are also a child. And children listen to their elders. Now we are getting back on that horse and continuing on without any more problems from you. Is that clear?” he ended leaning closer to her. Sophie continued to stare up at him. “Well?” he thundered.

“Yes, all right,” Sophie acquiesced.

Artie marched her back to the horse, mounted up and rode on in silence. He saw the little Princess take the strip of jerky and take a small bite as he’d told her to.

"It's good," she eventually pronounced chewing steadily. "Did you make it?"

"No, I bought it," he answered. He sounded weary even to his own ears.

She looked up at him again, "Are you tired?"

"Yes. Are you?" he asked.

"A little. Mostly bored. Tell me a story?" she demanded.

“I beg your pardon?” Artie asked.

Sophie heard the tone in his voice and asked, “Tell me a story please?”

"It's hard to talk through the wind and snow, Tonya. Just eat like a good girl. I'll tell you a story when we get where we're going," Artemus coaxed.

"Just a short one, please, papa?" she begged squirming in the saddle.

"Stop that. You'll fall off," he chided a little sharper than he had intended.

Immediately Sophie stopped. She sat very still, slowly finishing her meal.

"I'm sorry I scolded you that way, Tonya," he apologized, "I didn't want you to fall off the horse. He's tired too and could get annoyed and throw us both into the snow," he explained.

"I'm sorry, too, papa," she apologized adjusting the scarf.

After a minute of silence, "Once upon a time," Artemus started leaning down a little so she could hear easier, "there was a beautiful mermaid," he said and he made up a story that kept her entertained for a long while. Sophie asked questions and asked for explanations, which served to expand the story into nearly an hour's affair. She was an intelligent and inquisitive child.

She began to tell Artie about her life at the palace, describing every room in great detail. She told him about her dolls, their names and what games she played with them. She told him about her father, how he'd held her tightly and lovingly in his strong arms when she had bad dreams or something scared her. She spoke again of missing him and told Artie her father’s name, and how she and her mother lived with her uncle since his death. He found she was also a talkative child who seemed to never run out of things to tell him.

"Are we almost there?" she finally asked sounding tired.

"Almost. Why don't you nap a while," Artie suggested. They were about an hour from Winsted and would arrive around 4:00 p.m. The time would pass faster for her if she slept.

“I’m too old for a nap,” Sophie answered around a huge yawn.

“No one is too old for a nap,” he replied, “I take one myself upon occasion.”

“Do you really take a nap sometimes?” she wanted to know. She really was tired, the early morning and long hours of riding and the bitter cold were wearing her down.

“Yes I do. So does my friend, James,” Artie told her, “In fact, if I could I would close my eyes right now, pull my hat down and…”Artie finished with the sound of a throaty snore.

Sophie looked up at him and giggled. "You’re funny,” she chuckled. “I think I will try to nap," she yawned again and leaned back against him closing her eyes. "It feels like being rocked to sleep," she added as she drifted off.

Artie held her with one hand as they rode on. He hunched his shoulders a little as the wind whipped around in circles. He hoped he would not lose his way in the swirling snow.

Time passed slowly and Artie felt he was slowly freezing to the saddle. He kicked the horse’s sides urging him to go faster but the tired animal did not have the energy to obey for long. He soon subsided into a plodding heavy footed walk. Artie hoped the horse would make it. Poor beast needed a rest, and some food wouldn't be a bad idea either.

"Good, boy," Artie encouraged the animal patting its neck.

They crested a hill and started a slow descent. Halfway down, Artie could see smoke curls and knew they were approaching Winsted. The grade became steeper and the horse slipped almost dumping him and the child.

Artie held onto the reins and the child steadying the beast. "Whoa, whoa," he coaxed the animal, "easy boy. Steady." Regaining its footing, the horse picked its way on. They reached flatter terrain at the base of the hill and rode more easily toward the little town.

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Claudia woke with a start and looked around her unfamiliar surroundings before she remembered where she was and why. She saw Jim, changed into fresh clothes, leaning back in his chair reading a magazine.

“Did I sleep long?” she asked without preamble.

Jim looked up and smiled, “Not long,” he told her.

“I’m sorry. It was rude of me to fall asleep in the middle of our conversation,” she apologized.

“Think nothing of it. We had a long hard trip.” Jim smiled winningly at her.

The Princess felt her heart beat faster. “Shall we have supper?” she hastily changed the subject. “I would like to change into something dryer. My dress is soaked at the bottom. Now leave me for a minute," she said using her most regal tone.

“Yes ma’am,” Jim replied with a bow of his head and stepped into the hall.

He could hear her clothes still rustling half an hour later as she continued to dress. Finally, growing frustrated, he asked, "Are you ready, ma’am? Is everything all right?"

"Yes, I'm ready," Claudia answered.

Jim entered and found her dressed in a beautiful blue gown with matching slippers. It was a simple cut but very flattering to her figure.

"You look lovely," he complimented. He could not stop his eyes from wandering over her form in admiration.

"Thank you. And you look very dashing as well," she admired his tan suit with the dark piping. Once again her heart fluttered in a most un-Princess like manner. Claudia felt herself blush.

Jim held his arm out to her and she hooked her arm in his. It was 5:00 p.m. and they were famished. Jim ordered for them, steak, mashed potatoes and green beans, with a bottle of red wine. “A typical American meal,” he told her with a charming grin.

They resumed their conversation from before, in quiet tones over their meal. Jim asked the Princess what sorts of things she enjoyed.

"I love music, dancing and the theater. My father used to take us to the theater every month. Opera's and plays. I love Shakespeare." She suddenly sat up straight, "That's where I saw him!" she exclaimed.

"Saw who?" Jim asked curious.

"Why Mr. Gordon, of course. I saw him in Hamlet when I was just a young girl, oh maybe 14 or 15. He was marvelous! What a wonderful voice he had and his Russian almost flawless," she looked away wistfully, "Why didn't I remember. I was mesmerized by him. Oh, what a crush I had on him then," she ended deep in thought.

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Then she snapped to and looked at Jim seriously, "You must never tell him I said that," she admonished.

"Why? I think he'd be flattered if he knew," Jim answered his eyes twinkling.

"No, no, no. I was a silly schoolgirl then. I wrote him a note asking him to marry me," she whispered reddening with embarrassment, "Oh how stupid he must have thought me?"

"Nonsense, you were a young girl, smitten with an older man,” Jim replied kindly.

“Smitten with a handsome young actor. I thought that life must be exciting and mysterious,” Claudia put her hands to her cheeks as she felt them burn.

“Did Artemus answer your note?" Jim asked curious, smiling at her.

"Yes. Yes he did, in fact," she lowered her eyes.

"Well? What did he say?" Jim was intensely curious now. If Claudia had been about 15, then Artie had been about 30. What would his friend have responded to a Princess asking for HIS hand in marriage.

"He said he was flattered by my affection, and glad I had enjoyed his performance, but that he was married to the stage and had to respectfully decline my request. He said he hoped one day we would meet and he could please me as much again," Claudia had a sentimental smile on her face and a far away look in her eyes. She shook her head returning to the present. "I was crushed. I think I cried for 2 days. My father had no idea what was wrong with me. I never told anyone about that until now. You make me feel so relaxed, so safe, William," she said taking his hand in both of hers. "Thank you," she said holding it to her cheek.

"You're very welcome, Maria. Do you think you'll ever tell Artemus how you feel?" Jim asked gently taking his hand back.

"Felt," Claudia corrected, "That was a long time ago. No, I don't think so." She thought a moment then added, "Well, perhaps, if the proper situation presented itself. Yes, perhaps I would. But you must believe me when I say I don't feel that way about him anymore. It was just a school girl crush. I could never let him think otherwise. It could never be otherwise. It would not be proper. Nor would it be fair to him," she said adamantly.

"No, I would never tell Artie," Jim said softly nodding and slightly disappointed by her attitude.

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Sophie had woken when the horse slipped but had not dared to move she was so frightened by the sudden movement. Artemus' hand holding her was comforting and she did not want him to move it so she let him think she was still asleep. Sophie was beginning to see how the class system in her own country separated people so totally that scores of ‘friends’ could be lost before they were even known. And she decided that this man, who’s duty was to protect her, was kind, friendly and funny. Yet he was stern when necessary but reasonable. Artemus Gordon reminded her very much of her father and Sophie was filled with a sense of safety and comfort.

When she felt the ground level off again, she opened her eyes.

"I see the town," she cried excitedly.

"Yes, we're here, safe and sound," Artie answered. He began to move his hand away from her but she held it in place. He let it stay even when she put her hands back into her muff.

He pulled up to the livery first and dismounted then lifted Sophie down. The horse turned its head and looked almost grateful. Artie patted its neck again, and went in to make arrangements for the poor animal’s care. He spoke in a heavily accented voice, paid, took their bags and headed for the saloon.

Sophie held onto the pocket of his coat since his hands were full. It was slow going through the deep snow but Artie walked patiently allowing the girl to make her way safely.

In the saloon, he asked the price of a room and spoke in the accented voice of a Russian immigrant.

“Ten dollars, mister,” the clerk behind the counter told him.

“That’s expensive,” Artie protested mildly.

“Only place in town to get a room, though,” the old man chuckled.

Artie pulled a sour face and paid. “Thief,” he muttered under his breath in Russian.
He turned to Sophie, key in hand, and spoke to her in Russian as well.

"Let's go up and get warm," he said to her.

"Yes, papa," she answered in her native tongue.

"What kind of ferin talk is that mister?" the clerk asked his eyes squinted.

Artemus explained his back story of being an attaché transferred from Canada on the way to Washington to serve at the Russian Consulate.

"Got a long way to go, mister, and this blizzard looks to be blowing for another day or so. You plannin’ on stayin’ it out here? Cause if you are, you gotta pay for the room now," the clerk announced in a wheezy cackle.

"Yes, of course. How much more for tomorrow as well?" he asked and paid the clerk the additional $10. He took Sophie by the hand and led her up to their room and entered.
Only one bed. Great.

“Come with me, Tonechka, we must see if there is another room,” he said taking Sophie by the hand.

Artie went back down and asked, "Is there a room with two beds, one for me and one for my daughter?"

"’Fraid not, mister, all the rooms got just the one bed."

Artie dragged himself and Sophie wearily back upstairs and closed the door behind them. The only chair was a straight backed one.

"I'm cold, papa. I want to change clothes," Sophie said parking her bag on the chair.

"Yes, get something dry on,” Artie agreed. “Do you need help?" he asked suddenly, hoping she'd say no.

"I don't think so. But you will help me if I need it won't you?" she asked in a small voice.

"If you need it, I'll help," he continued to use the accented voice. He opened his own bag and pulled out dry clothes. He looked around. How was this going to work? There was no acting his way out of this and Artie had a new appreciation for widowed parents raising a child of the opposite sex on their own. There was a curtained off closet, but it was too small for him to use as a changing room.

"But not too small for Tonya," he thought. Turning to the little girl, he asked, "Could you change in there and let me use the room?"

She looked into the closet, made a face, but agreed.

“Yes. Unbutton my dress,” Sophie stated turning her back to Artie.

“Unbutton my dress, what,” Artie replied evenly.

The little girl peered over her shoulder at him and changed her tone. “Unbutton my dress, please, papa?”

“That’s a good girl,” he told her and unfastened the many buttons down the back of her dress. “And you ask before you come back into the room, understand?” he added.

“Yes, papa,” Sophie replied politely and took her things into the closet.

Artie changed quickly and was pulling on dry boots when Sophie called out. “May I come out?”

“Yes, come out,” he called back.

Sophie wore a royal blue dress with white frill at the collar and cuffs. She twirled in front of him smiling.

"Do I look pretty, papa?" she asked smiling brightly at him.

"Very pretty, little one," he replied smiling back at her.

“I need my hair brushed, papa, would you brush it for me, please?” Sophie inquired.

Artie took the hair brush from her and hesitated. He took a few tentative strokes at her thick mane. Without a word, Sophie took the brush back, showed him how to do it properly and the task was completed in short order.

Artie wondered at Sophie’s change in attitude but was grateful for it. When she was not being willful or acting like a spoiled brat, she was quite a charming little girl.

They went down and enjoyed a hot meal of beef stew and cornbread. Artie was exhausted as was Sophie. They returned to the room and Artie realized he'd never started a fire and set about the task at once while Sophie changed into her nightgown.

"I have to use the necessary," she announced.

Still on one knee in front of the fireplace, Artie sagged and hung his head. “Will this day never end?”

"It's right down the hall. Just a minute," he answered finishing up with the fire.

He took her down the hall and knocked on the door loudly. Getting no response, he slowly entered the ladies bath, checking it that it was truly empty. It was not very large with a modern tub in the center. He eyed it enviously then stepped back into the hall.

“I’ll be right here, Tonechka,” he told her as he closed the door.

Back in their room, Artie took off his suit coat and pulled on his robe. He tucked Sophie into the bed on one side.

"Now you sleep here on this side. There's only one bed so I'm going to sleep on this other side," he explained going over to the other side of the bed and sitting on the edge. "Understand?"

"Yes. We share the bed. This is my side, that is your side, right?" she asked looking annoyed.

"What's the face for?" he asked. If she turned into a brat again, he didn't know what he'd do.

"I'm not a baby. I understand sharing," she said in an indignant voice.

He raised his eyebrows. Chided by a child. What next? "Good. I'm glad you understand. Good night." he said turning down the lamp next to the bed. He lay back against the headboard and closed his eyes.

Sophie’s soft voice came to him in the darkness, "Please, don't be mad at me," she said in a small voice. "I'm sorry I was disrespectful."

"It's alright. We're both tired and irritable. I'm sorry I spoke down to you," he said reaching out to pat her back. He wondered how Jim was making out with the other Princess.

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The day broke gloomy, the wind howling. Jim carefully rose from the arm chair he’d slept in. The fire had died out and the room was cold. He re-lit the fire and went about his morning ablutions. He was dressed and the room warming when Claudia opened her eyes and stretched.

"Good morning," Jim greeted her with a smile.

"Yes it is," she answered dreamily, "and it's all because of you. You make me feel safe and relaxed and I was able to sleep so soundly knowing you were there to protect me."

Just then a powerful gust of wind rattled the window, hissing snow across the pane. "My goodness, is it still snowing?"

"It would seem so," Jim replied ruefully. "There's no chance of our leaving now. We're going to have to wait for the storm to pass," he informed her.

"Do you think," she began looking worried, "our friends," she continued carefully, "are safe?"

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"I'm sure they're fine. My friend knows the way better than anyone I know. He'll have found a town and a warm place to wait out the storm," Jim assured her. Secretly he too was wondering how Artie was fairing.

"Do you suppose there is a bath here? I'd like to soak in a hot tub for a while," Claudia asked hopefully.

"I'll find out. Will you be all right while I'm gone?" Jim asked.

"I will be fine," she assured him.

“The ladies bath is at the end of the hall, give me a few minutes to check it out then come on down,” he told her closing the door.

The Princess closed her eyes and snuggled under the covers to await her bath.

Jim ascertained that it was safe for the Princess and waited until Claudia came down the hall with her robe on and a change of clothes over her arm.

“I’m going to lock you in, Maria, but I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He locked the door and took the key with him. When he returned he unlocked the door, knocked and announced he would wait for her outside the door.

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Artie woke with a start, bolting upright. The room was dim, the first signs of dawn showing through the window. He looked around. Sophie! She was not in the bed. He jumped up and softly called her name.

"Sophie," he called quietly then shook his head remembering who she was supposed to be, "Tonya," he called louder looking in the closet then under the bed. He froze as the doorknob turned. He hurried to the chair and pulled his gun from the holster hidden inside as the door opened slowly. Two long strides took him back across the room and he snatched the door open quickly, his pistol pointed at the intruder.

Artie was greeted with a shrill scream that made his ears ring. It was Sophie. He covered his ears, tossed the gun onto the bed and pulled her into the room. He got down on his knees to face her.

Taking her by the shoulders, he shook her gently, "Stop screaming," he commanded twice before the little girl finally stopped. "Where did you learn to scream like that?"

She was trembling and he didn't know if it was fear or cold. "You scared me," she cried as tears sprang from her eyes.

"You scared me," he snapped, "Where did you go?" he demanded ignoring her tears for the moment.

"To the necessary," she said her bottom lip quivering. "That was all right, wasn't it? I didn't mean to do anything wrong." She asked as her tears transformed into sobs.

He heard running feet and quickly hid the gun under his pillow. He opened the door, stuck out his head and said to the quickly approaching desk clerk, "I'm so sorry. I scared my daughter. I hope we didn't disturb anyone. Everything's fine here," he explained quickly and he closed and locked the door. Artie heard the clerk go back down the stairs and turned to the sobbing little girl.

He got down on one knee in front of her. "I know you didn't mean to do anything wrong. and yes, it was all right for you to go to the necessary. But you should have told me you were going. When I woke up and you were gone, I didn't know what to think," he explained holding her by the shoulders. "I'm sorry I scared you," he apologized earnestly.

She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed against him. Surprised, he rose, lifting her with him. "I want my mama," she cried all royal instruction forgotten to the overwhelming need to be the scared little girl she was.

"I know you do," Artie crooned softly, "It's hard being stuck with a big, dumb, galoot that doesn't know the first thing about little girls," he soothed rubbing small circles on her back.

She looked at him, the tears stopping, "What is a galoot?" she asked sniffing.

"That would be me," he answered sheepishly. "Finished crying?" he asked. She nodded and he put her on the bed, reached under the pillow to retrieve his gun and put it away. He turned back and found she was staring at him. "What?" he asked suspicious.

"I don't think you are a galoot. I think you are a very good man," she answered. “You remind me of my real papa.”

"Thank you,” Artie replied. He didn’t know what else to say so he crossed to the window and looked out. “It's still snowing hard. We're going to have to stay here today. At least until the storm stops. Why don't you go back to sleep for a while, it's much too early for you to be up. I'm going down the hall to change and I'll be right back," he instructed gathering up clothes and toiletries.

Sophie laid down and closed her eyes. "I don't think I can sleep any more now. My heart is thumping so fast still," she said quietly.

"Try. And don't open the door for anyone. I'm locking you in," he said taking the key and going out. He padded down the hall and said sotto voce, "As my great Aunt Maude always used to say, Artemus, old son, that which does not kill us makes us stronger." And he placed a hand on his chest and felt his own heart still beating fast. This assignment was either going to kill him or go a long way to preparing him for fatherhood, he decided.

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Claudia exited from her bath dressed in a pretty rose colored dress. Her hair was up and damp tendrils curled on her neck. She and Jim returned to their room and she saw he had ordered coffee and rolls brought up to the room for their breakfast.

"You are a marvel," she said hanging her robe on in the wardrobe. She accepted the cup Jim offered and sat by the fire sipping it.

"Tell me more about you and your work. What kind of assignments have you had?" she asked.

Jim sat next to her and told her a few stories of the assignments he and Artie had worked on. They spent a few hours with Jim teaching her how to play poker, they read for a while then Claudia taught him how to play a Russian card game.

They heard music coming from downstairs and joined the other trapped guests for music and dancing and some lunch. By late afternoon, the snow had stopped and Jim slogged through the deep covering to the livery and had the sleigh outfitted with new skids.

"We'll be able to leave in the morning," he told Claudia when he returned, "It's still pretty windy but the storm looks like it's about over."

"Good. I'm anxious to get going. I miss my family," she told him.

"I'm sure you do. So do I," he added and she nodded understanding.

The next morning, early, he settled with the hotel clerk and by 8:00 a.m. they were on their way. They glided easily over the fresh snow. It was cold, but the sun was shining and everything was beautiful in its white blanket.

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Artie spent the day playing with Sophie. It was a new experience. They had a tea with her doll, read stories, and played hide and seek in the upstairs hall. By days end, he was exhausted and had a new appreciation for his own mother and mother's in general.

That evening he arranged with the clerk for more food supplies to take with them and if there was a telegraph office. There was a telegraph office but it was not operational due to the storm.

He finally tucked Sophie into bed at 8:00 p.m. after making sure she had a bath and a hot meal. Artie built up the fire and sat by it reviewing the course for the next few days. ‘At roughly 50 miles a day, considering the amount of snow there is here,’ he thought looking at the map spread across his lap, ‘We can make a stop here,’ he pointed to a spot then ran his finger down, ‘then here we should be past the snow and we can pick up the pace,’ he continued on, ‘a stop here and then here.’ He tapped his finger on Washington, DC as his final stop. Satisfied with his chosen route Artie went to sleep shortly thereafter.

The storm blew itself out during the night ushering in a bright sunny morning. Sophie remained on her best behavior and as the two made their way to the livery after breakfast, they looked very much like a typical father and daughter on a journey.

Two figures stepped out into the street and watched the man and the little girl enter the livery. The stocky, dark man pulled out a small daguerreotype and studied it carefully then handed it to his taller companion. They exchanged nods and mounted their horses.

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Entering Holland, Massachusetts, Jim stopped in at the telegraph office and wired Colonel Richmond.

Making our way to Washington <Stop> We are well and traveling safely <Stop> Will arrive Friday as planned <Full Stop>

It was an innocuous message that could easily be to family or friends.

Jim kept a keen eye out as they traveled on after a stop for something to eat. No one seemed to be following them but he could not shake the feeling of being watched. Claudia leaned against him huddled under a blanket and napped.

Their third day came to an end in Danbury, Connecticut. They should make Perth Amboy tomorrow, Philadelphia the next then Joppa Towne and finally Washington, DC on Friday if all continued as it had so far. He was grateful to have encountered nothing more serious than the blizzard.

After a light dinner, Jim and Claudia were sitting in their room. Jim was playing solitaire and Claudia was reading. Suddenly she dropped the book and said aloud, "Sophie!"

"What's the matter?" Jim asked.

"It's Sophie. She's in danger. Something has happened," Claudia answered frantically.

"You don't know that," Jim said placating her.

"Yes, I do. I always know when she's in trouble. I tell you something has happened. We have to leave, Jim, now. Please," she implored.

Jim studied her a moment then acquiesced. He gathered their bags and they left the hotel. "We'll ride all night," he told her.

"Good," she barely breathed, "Hurry."

He called to the team and they flew over the snow heading for Perth Amboy, New Jersey.

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Sophie prattled on about her dolls and books and friends back home. When she finally stopped and leaned back against him in the chilly afternoon light, Artie looked up to the sky and whispered, "Thank you."

Artie had the distinct feeling they were being watched, but he saw no one behind or around them as he continually eyed the woods. He stuck to the trappers trails he'd come to know on previous assignments, knowing they would likely not encounter anyone except, perhaps, a stray hardy trapper. It was quiet all around and even Sophie continued to ride silently.

As they broke the tree line, a shot rang out and Artie tumbled backward off the horse which reared in fear throwing Sophie into the deep snow. A burning in his left shoulder told him he'd been hit and the dark stain coloring his coat sleeve confirmed it. Artie scrambled to where Sophie had landed, dug her out of the snow and pulled the child behind a fallen tree.

Sophie was breathing heavily her eyes fixed on the spreading crimson stain on his coat.

"They shot you," she gasped in horror.

"It's okay. Stay down," he ordered scanning the trail ahead of them.

He raised his head and peered over the fallen tree they hid behind and another shot whizzed past. He ducked back down as he drew his gun and once again peered over the tree. Artie spotted the shooter and fired in his direction and was greeted with a return shot that chipped bark just to his right.

Artie pushed Sophie down farther. He moved left carefully, took a quick look and fired again. He heard the shooter grunt and knew he'd hit him.

"Stay here," he hissed at Sophie and slowly crept around the tree. When no one shot at him he darted the few yards to where the shooter lay in the snow, bleeding from a chest wound. The man was struggling to breathe.

[qohart]

"You're dying, you know," Artie said to him evenly, "so you might as well tell me. Is anyone else out there?" The man swore in Russian at him. "That's not a very good answer," Artie said cocking his gun and aiming at the man's head, "I can shoot you now or should I leave you to the wolves?" The man's eyes went wide, he gasped once and died. "Damn," Artie swore and quickly searched the area. He was sure the first shot had come from ahead of them and confirmed that when he found two sets of horse tracks. The dead man’s horse stood tied to a nearby tree. The second set of tracks headed deeper into the woods. Artie holstered his gun, searched the dead man’s saddle bags and pulled out the daguerreotype and a note written in Russian. He read the note his brow furrowing.

‘The Princess Claudia and her daughter Sophie. Take care of them permanently this time. Your failure will mean your death. PD’

Artie read it again then shook his head, pocketed the picture and the note. He took the man’s blanket from behind the saddle then flung the dead man’s body over the horse’s back and tied it in place. The horse, smelling death, spooked and ran off through the woods in the direction of the other hoof prints. Artie took the blanket and went back to Sophie.

She sat where he'd left her, staring straight ahead and trembling. He realized she was in shock and looked around for his horse. He saw it a short way down the trail nervously pawing the snow. He picked up Sophie, wrapping her in the acquired blanket, and approached the animal cautiously, talking softly to it. He got them both into the saddle and headed quickly south once more.

"Sophie," he said dropping all pretence in concern, "Sophie, it's all right. I know you can hear me. Please answer," he said. She just made a soft mewling sound. Artie urged the tired horse on picking up the pace. He chose not to stop that night and continued on in the growing darkness.

Artie held onto Sophie closely and tried repeatedly to rouse her. He finally succeeded late that night.

"They shot you," she repeated in a panicked voice as though no time had passed.

"Yes, but it's not bad," he lied. He actually hadn't bothered to check but it burned and his arm was stiff. He supposed he should treat it, but didn't want to risk another stop. He knew there was at least one more gunman out there somewhere.

"Where are we? Why is it so dark?" Sophie asked confused.

"It's night time, little one. Do you want something to eat?"

"Yes, please," she answered. While he reached for some bread and meat from the supply pack, she asked, "Will we be home soon?"

"A few more days," Artie told her and handed her the food, "Eat this, then I want you to sleep. We'll be closer to home when you wake up."

She nodded, nibbled down the food then turned in the saddle and clung to him like a baby opossum.

By dawn they were approaching the New York state line having crossed most of Connecticut during the night with no further incident.

"Are we almost there?" Sophie asked anxiously as she woke.

"Just a few more hours and we’ll stop for a while," Artie said scanning the area. He had been feeling like they were being watched again and wanted to keep moving.

Artie’s shoulder was throbbing and he felt the beginnings of a fever. If he could hold on until they reached Middletown he knew friends that would help them.

Artie was sure they were being followed. He had felt their presence and even spotted riders doing their best to remain unseen. He rode a circuitous route, doubling back and crossing his own tracks and his pursuers several times. Finally, certain that for the time being he had successfully lost whoever was following, Artie turned his sights back to reaching Middletown.

He arrived at the home of his friends, Henry and Olivia Minor. The Minors had two young sons who should be at school at this hour.

Henry was a doctor and there were plenty of hoof prints around the house, from patients coming and going, Artie presumed. Any tracks his horse left would blend in. He tied the exhausted beast behind the house and knocked on the kitchen door. Olivia answered.

"Artemus Gordon, as I live and breathe," she said opening the door wide. “Come on in.”

Artie stepped in pushing Sophie through the door in front of him. "Olivia, hello," he greeted, quickly closing the door, "Is Henry home? I need help."

Olivia saw the blood on his coat and hurried to get her husband.

“Artemus,” Henry Minor greeted his old friend and put out his hand. They shook hands then Artie launched into a brief explanation.

“We’re being followed and we need to change our appearance as quickly and as drastically as possible.” He paused to think which was becoming harder with each passing moment. Artie decided to abandon the wilder western route and stay to the better roads and larger towns. There was less snow the farther south they traveled and the better roads would be faster. “Henry, I need to borrow a buggy, a surrey or a wagon, anything you can spare,” he asked hurriedly.

"Anything you need, Artemus," Henry nodded obligingly. “Why don’t you let me take a look at that shoulder,” he offered steering Artie out of the kitchen.

"Olivia, cut her hair. Make her look like a boy," Artie instructed gently shoving Sophie toward the woman.

"What a beautiful child,” Olivia commented touching Sophie’s thick locks. “Come along, child" and Olivia had Sophie sit in a chair and began to cut her hair short.

In the doctor’s surgery, Henry examined the wound. “That’s got to come out, Artemus, it’s already getting infected,” he stated seriously.

“Do what you have to, Henry, but I have to be on my way as quickly as possible,” Artie responded.

“You’re not going anywhere today, friend,” Henry shook his head, “and we’ll just have to see about tomorrow,” he added as Artie opened his mouth to protest.

“I have to send a telegram, Henry. It’s urgent,” Artie told his friend. Henry allowed him to write out the telegram and promised to take it to the telegraph office himself when he was finished fixing Artie’s shoulder. Artie agreed and kept his message simple and nondescript.

‘Detoured due to circumstances <Stop> Hopefully brief delay <Stop> Uncle PD’s message is for the whole family <Stop> Please pass it on <Stop> Will be home Friday if all goes well <Full Stop>’

After removing the bullet and wrapping his shoulder in thick bandages, Henry settled Artie in his recovery room and asked Olivia to keep an eye on him while he ran an errand for Artemus.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Jim and Claudia arrived in Perth Amboy late. Claudia did not want to stop. "Let's go on," she urged him.

"I have to stop at the telegraph office. I want to send a wire to Colonel Richmond and wait for an answer, see if he's heard from Artie," Jim explained.

"How long will that take?" Claudia asked worried.

"I don't know. Not long, I think." Jim sent a wire while Claudia waited impatiently by his side.

‘Leaving Perth Amboy for Philadelphia tonight <Stop> Will stay there one night <Stop> Any word from family? <Full Stop>’

Half an hour later, a response came in from the Colonel.

‘No word from the family yet <Stop> Awaiting your return by Friday <Full Stop>’

Jim and the Princess pushed on.

WWWWWWWWWWWWW

Olivia got some of her son's old clothes and dressed Sophie in them while her husband was out. Pulling a cap on the child’s head, Sophie looked like a little boy.

Henry returned from his errand and checked on his patient. Entering the room, he found Artemus just waking.

“Lie still,” Henry told him quietly, “The surgery went well.”

Artie blinked blearily at his friend as consciousness returned. His shoulder ached but the throbbing and burning from before was gone.

“Thanks, Henry,” he muttered still a bit groggy. He lay quietly a moment then asked, “Sophie?”

“She’s with Olivia. You’d never know her for the pretty little girl you brought in here this morning, though,” Henry chuckled.

“Have to be going,” Artie replied, trying to sit up.

“Artemus,” Henry admonished sternly, “You are not going anywhere tonight. I thought I’d made that clear already. I promise we’ll take good care of the girl.”

“My responsibility,” Artie tried again but in truth his eyelids felt heavy, his mind foggy.

“Yes, yes, I know all about your responsibility, but my responsibility as your doctor is to see that you get better,” Henry chided softly seeing his patient heading toward sleep. “Just relax and sleep, Artemus.” He patted Artie’s forearm as he slipped into a deep healing sleep.

His own children came home from school and were introduced to Sophie as ‘Sam’. The children played together in the house and were put to bed. All the while, Artie woke for short periods before drifting off again.

He awoke to the sound of children squealing and giggling. Artie heard Olivia tell them to stop their nonsense and sit at the table and eat their breakfast. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes then tested his injured shoulder. It was still heavily bandaged but he could move it slowly without too much pain.

“Well good morning,” Henry greeted entering the room.

“Good morning,” Artie returned. He made a slight shrug with his shoulder, “Doesn’t feel too bad this morning,” he added.

“That’s good,” Henry smiled, “I was afraid of infection but it was just beginning when I operated and I think we’ve avoided that problem. Let me take a look at you before you decide to do anything foolish.”

Artie sat patiently as Henry unwrapped the bandages, “I don’t think I’ve ever ‘decided’ to do anything foolish, Henry. It just seems to happen sometimes,” he joked.

“Your whole job is self inflicted foolishness,” Henry muttered as he nodded with satisfaction at the result of his surgery.

“Self inflicted?” Artie questioned.

“You were a fine actor, Artemus. How you ever went from that to being a government agent is beyond me.” Henry looked Artie straight in the eye then sighed when he saw the expression on his friend’s face. “I know. Duty and responsibility.”

Artie nodded at him. “You’re a good man, Artemus and I hate to think of you out there being shot at.” Henry rewrapped his shoulder with less thick bandages as he spoke. “This looks good. My advice to you is to stay here another night, take it easy on the shoulder for another day before you leave,” he concluded.

“Thank you, Henry,” Artie told his friend sincerely, “for everything.”

“Anytime, Artemus,” Henry smiled. “I imagine you want to freshen up a bit, shave and all that, so I’ll leave you to it while I go help my wife get those two hooligans of mine off to school.”

“Thank you,” Artie repeated as Henry left. Carefully, Artie began his morning routine listening to the banter of the children and hearing them address Sophie as ‘Sam’.

[qohart]

His mind began to formulate plans and the safest routes to Washington as he shaved and dressed. His shoulder twanged sharply as he pulled on a clean shirt and he considered the possibility of delaying another day.

WWWWWWWWWWWWW

Jim was exhausted as he pulled the sleigh to a stop in front of the livery in Philadelphia.

“Maria,” he said to Claudia, “We have to get a wagon. We don’t need the sleigh anymore,” he told her.

“Yes, there is barely any snow here, thank goodness,” Claudia replied, “I expect the rest of our trip will be easier now,” she sighed gratefully.

Jim helped her down and together they went into the stable and arranged to sell the sleigh and purchase a suitable wagon. The liveryman helped Jim transfer their belongings into the wagon.

“Can you tell me where the telegraph office is?” Jim asked brushing his hands together.

“Just down the street there,” the liveryman pointed, “just before you get to the hotel.”

“Thanks. We’ll be back for the wagon tomorrow morning,” Jim told him picking up the valises they would need for the night and taking Claudia by the elbow.

“William, don’t you think we should carry on?” she asked as they walked down the boardwalk to the telegraph office.

Jim stopped and faced her. “No,” he stated firmly, “The horses need a rest and frankly so do I,” he replied a bit more crossly than he intended.

Claudia blinked in surprise at his tone and Jim took a calming breath. “We’ll send a wire to the family and see if there’s word from the rest of our party. We’ll have something to eat and a good night’s rest,” he explained gently. He knew she was worried. He was too, there’d been no word from Artemus since their journeys had started. “In the morning, we’ll be fresh, the horses rested and fed and we’ll go on. Tomorrow evening we’ll get to Joppa Towne and then Friday we’ll be in Washington. That’s the way it has to be, Maria,” he finished, his tone brooking no argument.

“Yes, William,” Claudia answered in a hushed tone. She was not used to being spoken to this way, being issued orders, but she saw the logic in the plan. It did nothing to quell her fears for her daughter, however.

“I’d like to send a telegram,” Jim said to the clerk behind the counter. He wrote out his message and handed it to the man who read it over quickly.

“That’ll be two bits, Mr….,” the clerk inquired.

“Parker. William Parker,” Jim answered tossing coins on the counter.

“William Parker…William Parker…now why is that name familiar?” the clerk mused aloud tapping a pencil against his chin. His face suddenly brightened. “I have a message here for you, Mr. Parker,” he said retrieving a slip of paper from the cubbyholes behind him and handing it to Jim.

“Thank you. When did this come in?” Jim asked.

“Late yesterday afternoon, sir,” the clerk replied.

Jim turned his back to the counter and unfolded the paper to read the message.

‘Have heard from rest of party <Stop> Short delay due to circumstances <Stop> Had message from Uncle PD for entire family <Stop> Anticipate your safe arrival <Full Stop>’

“I’d like to change that message,” Jim said to the clerk as he wrote out a reply. “Send this for me right away, please,” he requested handing the note to the clerk.

‘Is Uncle PD all right? <Stop> Will expect reply <Stop> Leaving for Joppa Towne tomorrow morning <Stop> Expect to arrive safe and sound <Full Stop>’

The clerk scanned the note. “Will you be at the hotel, Mr. Parker?” he asked.

“Yes so when the reply comes in, please send it right over,” Jim responded. “Come, Maria,” he took Claudia by the arm and led her out. His face was stony and Claudia wondered what put that look on his handsome features.

“What is it, William?” she asked worried.

“In a minute,” he answered curtly as they entered the hotel. He booked them a room and they went directly upstairs.

When the door closed, Claudia asked again what was wrong. “What’s happened? Is it So…Tonya?” she asked wringing her hands.

“I’m not sure, to tell you the truth. Something has happened and they’ve been delayed,” Jim began. Claudia looked about to faint so he led her to a chair and made her sit. “It’s a short delay so I don’t think it’s anything too serious. Stay calm,” he urged as the Princess began to cry.

“How can I stay calm?” she cried her voice rising an octave. She turned pleading eyes up to Jim. “If anything has happened to her I don’t know what I’ll do! Please, can’t we go on?” Claudia begged.

“I’m sorry but no. We have to get some rest and I’m waiting for a reply to my wire,” Jim shook his head emphatically. “It won’t do anyone any good if we go flying out of town without an answer or drop before we get to our destination.”

The Princess buried her face in her hands and sobbed. Jim felt for her but knew his decision was the best one. He perched on the arm of the chair and put his arm around her shoulders.

“She’s in good hands,” he soothed, “Everything will be all right.”

Claudia finally calmed down enough to go down to the restaurant with Jim. She picked at her meal and glanced at Jim through lowered lashes. He did look very tired and she knew he was doing what was best in this situation. She just could not help the fear or the need to get to Sophie as quickly as possible that she felt.

A young boy approached their table. “Mr. Parker?” he asked tentatively.

“Yes,” Jim answered the boy.

“Telegram for you, sir,” the boy said handing Jim an envelope.

“Thanks,” Jim took the envelope, tossed the boy a coin and tore the envelope open.

‘Do not know about Uncle PD yet <Stop> Will wire in Joppa Towne <Stop> Safe journey <Full Stop>’

“William?” Claudia asked hopefully.

“Nothing more yet,” Jim sighed. “Are you finished?” he asked noticing she’d eaten barely anything. When she nodded, they rose and went back to their room for the night.

WWWWWWWWWWWWW

A loud knock on the door interrupted the family’s breakfast. “I’ll see to it,” Henry announced rising from his seat.

In his room, Artie heard the exchange at the door. A gruff, heavily accented voice spoke to Henry.

“Am looking for friend. He was shot yesterday by evil criminal. We were separated from him and little girl. Perhaps you have treated my friend?” the gruff voice asked.

“Yesterday you say? No, no I haven’t treated anyone like that,” Henry lied. “There is another doctor in this town however, perhaps he has.”

Artie knew he could delay no further. His continued presence would only endanger Henry, Olivia and their children. He donned the disguise he'd originally planned. He wore a fake bulbous nose, grey eyebrows and mustache and pulled on a white haired wig. He exchanged his suit for a tweed coat and slacks and a cap.

The big man craned his neck to see into the kitchen where he heard voices. “Your family?” he asked.

“That’s right,” Henry replied, “and I have to get my boys to school. You’ll find Dr. Harrison on the other side of town. His office is near the livery,” he instructed as he herded the man out the door. “Good luck finding your friend,” he finished as he closed the door.

Henry hurried into Artie’s room. “I heard everything,” Artie said before Henry could speak. “Again, I thank you.”

“You’re leaving then?” Henry asked.

“I have to. Your little lie will only last so long. I don’t want any trouble for you or your family or for Dr. Harrison either,” Artie told him snapping his valise closed.

“Oh, well, Harrison’s a good man. I expect that guy will have a hard time finding him though,” Henry blushed crimson.

“Why’s that?” Artie had to ask.

“He’s the veterinarian. Been an outbreak of some kind of that’s kept him on the road every day for the last week,” Henry admitted.

Artie chuckled. “About the wagon I need to borrow,” Artie started.

“I’ll get the buggy hitched up for you right away,” Henry hurried out as Artie went to the kitchen.

"Hey, she looks great!" he exclaimed when he saw Sophie. "You're Sam, right?" he asked.

“What do you mean she?” Henry’s oldest, Paul asked. “Sam’s a boy.”

“Right you are, young man,” Artie smiled at him. He tousled the hair of their younger son, Michael, took Sophie by the hand and led her toward the back door.

“Olivia, thank you,” he said leaning to plant a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Just take care, Artemus and stop by for a visit when you can spend some time,” Olivia answered opening the door for him.

“It’s a promise,” Artie assured her and went into the yard where Henry waited with the buggy.

He put Sophie into the buggy, and turned to Henry extending his hand. “Seems I can’t say thank you enough,” Artie chuckled shaking his friend’s hand.

“Just don’t do anything to mess up my handiwork,” Henry joked. “Take care of yourselves.”

“I will indeed,” Artie climbed into the driver’s seat, touched his fingers to his cap and rode off quickly.

“Are you better?” Sophie asked in a quiet voice.

Artie realized he’d not even spoken to her in his hurry to leave. “Yes, I’m fine,” he told her. “Tell me, were you good for Dr. and Mrs. Minor?”

“Yes, but Paul and Michael teased me for not knowing how to play their games. But they taught me and I had fun,” she answered studying him.

“What?” Artie asked noticing she was staring at him.

“You don’t look much like you,” she stated simply, “You look more like my uncle Pietrov.”

“Well I hope whoever is following us doesn’t think I look like me either. And you don’t look much like you right now,” he chuckled and pulled her cap down over her eyes.

Sophie giggled and put the cap back right. “No, I look like a boy,” she chortled. “Am I still supposed to call you papa?” she wondered aloud.

“Uh, how about father. I think that’s better for a little boy,” Artie told her.

They lapsed into silence as they road away from town. Briefly Artie considered stopping to send a telegram to his superiors as to his next destination but given the proximity of his pursuers, he slapped the reins against the horse’s rump to speed them all along. Artie occupied his mind with getting to their next destination. He’d chosen Bethlehem, PA and it was going to be a long trip.

[qohart]

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

The tall thin figure strode angrily from one side of the dimly lighted room to the other. He wore a sneer which curled his lips menacingly and his brow furrowed in anger. His wavy dark hair was shot through with gray streaks, his drooping mustached matching the hair on his head. As he passed the one small table in the center of the room, he picked up a bottle, poured a tumbler full of clear liquid and downed it quickly. Then he turned his flashing dark eyes to the other occupants of the room.

“Tell me how you lost them!” he barked in Russian in his deep gravely voice.

“Feietka and I,” the light haired man began, “followed the agent and the Princess but he was clever. We entered the nearest town to where we lost them and searched everywhere. But there was no sign. We had no choice but to report to you our failure and get further instructions,” Alexei answered. “Have you heard from Pasha and Gregoriy?” he added hopefully.

“He was clever!” their boss thundered, “HE was clever? YOU were supposed to be the clever ones! Did you not say you could ride as swiftly and quietly as a leaf on the wind? Did you not assure me that you could capture our prey as surely as the wolf in winter?” He skewered his men with his piercing stare until they shuffled their feet and studied the ground.

“Bah!” he growled at them turning his back. “We have lost one man already. If we had not, one of you would die as an example.” He turned back to them with an evil grin, “But I am feeling generous today,” he chuckled. It did nothing to comfort the two quaking men.

“I have heard nothing from Pasha and Gregoriy today. I can only hope they are faring better than you two,” he spat. He poured more vodka and downed it as quickly as his first, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as the liquor burned a path down his throat.

“Ahhh,” he breathed in satisfaction and opened his eyes. Spotting his two gunnels still huddling together he bellowed, “Why are you still here? Get out of my sight and find the Princess and that Secret Service agent before my generous mood departs along with one of your heads!” He wielded a sword in a whistling swipe in their direction.

Feietka and Alexei ran from the room as their master’s sword swept the air their heads had so recently occupied. They mounted their horses and rode off, the sound of his drunken laughter following them.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Joppa Towne was just a small town north and east of Frederick, Maryland. For some reason Jim’s unease grew as they entered the town and pulled up in front of the hotel.

Jim jumped down from the wagon and looked the hotel over. It was a neat solidly built structure right across the street from a restaurant, a mercantile and across the alley from the Sheriff’s office.

“We’re almost home, Maria,” Jim said helping the Princess down from the wagon. “We should be reunited with our family tomorrow,” he smiled as he took her arm and led her into the hotel.

“I can hardly wait, William,” Claudia answered sincerely. “I do not feel quite right,” she added drawing a look from Jim.

“Do you feel ill?” he asked concerned as they reached the front desk. A clerk appeared and Claudia withheld her answer. Jim held her eyes a moment before asking for a room for the night and someone to take their wagon to the livery until they left in the morning.

Closing the door behind them, Jim asked, “Are you ill?”

“No. The feeling of dread I had before has lessened some. But I feel as though I am being watched now,” Claudia explained.

“I know what you mean,” Jim said sotto voce.

“You feel it also?” the Princess asked quietly.

“For the last few miles,” Jim admitted, “and it’s not a very comforting feeling. It may be that someone has discovered our identities and caught up to us.”

“Then we are now the ones in danger,” she nodded slowly her features growing worried.

“Don’t worry. We have tonight then we are on the way to Washington and should arrive by late afternoon tomorrow,” Jim tried to reassure her but all his training and experience were telling him they were in fact in danger.

“Are you hungry?” he asked changing tacks.

“Yes, it is almost supper time,” Claudia gave him a grateful smile.

They went to the restaurant across the street and began their meal. Jim’s eyes darted from one patron to the next looking for anyone or anything that seemed out of place. He smiled and made polite conversation not really paying attention to what was being said.

Back at the hotel, Claudia was in the ladies bath getting ready for bed. Jim remained outside the locked door waiting. He checked his pocket watch and rolled his eyes. ’She is by far the slowest dresser in the history of women,’ he thought with a shake of his head.

A sudden loud scream from inside the bathroom had Jim calling to her and throwing his shoulder against the door until it burst open. He came face to face with two swarthy men. One held Claudia to his chest, hand clamped over her mouth, as she struggled to free herself. The other held a long and deadly looking knife pointed at Jim.

Jim sized up the situation and made a move as though to placate. Instead he swept a kick at the man’s knife hand sending the weapon skittering across the tiled floor. He saw the second man scuttling toward the open window as the knifeman charged at him. Jim tried to sidestep but one foot slipped on the wet floor and the man connected with Jim’s shoulder. They went down in a tangle of arms and legs, throwing punches at each other’s heads as each struggled for the upper hand.

Jim scrambled to his feet as Claudia was dragged out the window but his opponent grabbed his leg and hung on. Jim turned and sat raising his other foot and smashing it into his attacker’s face. A crunch and a yelp of pain were followed by a river of blood from the man’s broken nose. He released Jim who put him to sleep with a hard chop to the back of his neck, cuffed him to the tub rail then raced to the open window.

Jim dove through the window and rolled to the edge of the roof line gracefully swinging himself over the edge. He hung for a moment before releasing the edge he held onto and dropped to the street. Looking around, there was no sign of the other man or Claudia. A scream, definitely female in origin, drew him to the back of the hotel where Claudia was clawing at the man’s face, drawing blood. With a cry of pain he let go of the Princess and clutched his scored cheeks. Jim ran down the alleyway chasing the man. He tackled him before he could turn the corner to freedom.

He heard the sound of footsteps coming from two directions. One, soft and delicate, he knew to be Claudia, the other heavy booted and fast belonged to the sheriff who had also heard the Princess scream.

“What’s going on here,” the sheriff demanded as Jim held his captive down with a knee in his back.

“Sheriff, this man tried to abduct my wife,” Jim answered keeping to his cover for now. “He has a partner who’s upstairs in the ladies bath. He’ll need a doctor,” he added.

“And just who are you?” the sheriff asked arms akimbo.

“William Parker and this is my wife Maria,” Jim introduced them. Claudia wrapped her robe closer around her looking scared.

“You all right, ma’am?” the sheriff asked, helping Jim haul the would-be kidnapper to his feet.

“I’m fine now, thank you,” she took Jim’s arm and clung to him.

“I’ll be over in the morning to make a statement, sheriff,” Jim said.

“No, I’ll be to your room as soon as I get this man in a cell and come to collect his partner,” the sheriff replied.

“That’ll be fine. Room 12,” Jim informed him and led Claudia back to their room.

WWWWWWWWWWWWW

“Are we going to ride the entire trip not talking to each other?” Sophie asked finally tired of the silence.

Artie chuffed out a short laugh. “No, of course not,” he told her with a smile. “I was just thinking about…things,” he said.

“What kind of things?” Sophie asked curious.

“Oh just where we’re going next, how long we’ll stay, things like that,” he replied.

“Oh,” Sophie answered and sat back with a sigh.

“Not very interesting, huh?” Artie grinned.

“No it’s not,” she agreed.

Opening the can of worms, Artie suggested, “Well, why don’t you tell me more about your family?”

“I miss them,” Sophie said softly, “I miss mama and…” she paused and looked up at Artie, “Is it all right to talk about papa?”

“Of course it is. I don’t think anyone will hear out here,” Artie assured her as he guided the buggy along the smooth road.

“You remind me of my papa a little. He was tall like you and had dark hair and eyes like you do and he was a very nice man. He loved mama and I very much and we always felt safe with papa there. When he died, we went to live with mama’s brother my Uncle Vlad. When we go back we are supposed to go back to our home. Mama will take papa’s place. As Princess in our province, she will rule just as papa would have.”

“Is your mama happy to rule in your papa’s place? Is she prepared to do that?” Artie asked.

“Mama told me it is her duty to take over for papa. Our people depend on it. Papa’s father is a Tzar and as a Prince and his son, papa had many responsibilities to protect the people and make sure the land was protected for the kingdom,” Sophie explained having learned about her mother’s upcoming responsibilities, “Mama said she would be happier to have papa but she is prepared to do what she must in his place.” The little girl sighed, “One day, it will be my responsibility. And my husband’s when and if I marry,” she told him seriously.

Artie looked at the little girl beside him. ‘Not so easy being a little girl Princess,’ he thought sympathetically.

Sophie continued, “Uncle Pietrov wanted to marry mama after papa died but she said no,” Sophie recounted. “Mama said Uncle Pietrov wasn’t nice like papa. He was jealous of papa and angry at him.”

“Oh? Why was that?” Artie was interested in knowing, a suspicion was forming in his mind. He wondered if the little Princess could shed any light as to why she and her mother had been attacked on their tour of the States.

“Uncle Pietrov is papa’s older brother. He was a Prince too of his own province like papa but Uncle Pietrov drinks and is cruel. The people under him suffered and he did not use the land wisely and lost a lot of money for the kingdom. Grandfather was very angry but he gave Uncle Pietrov many chances. Finally, Grandfather told him he would never rule the country. Grandfather told Uncle Pietrov he would only be a Count in a very small district in papa’s province. That way, papa could keep an eye on him and make sure he did not do wrong anymore. Grandfather gave papa Uncle Pietrov’s province, the most wealthy province of all now.”

Artie digested this information and had a question he wanted to ask. He thought he knew what part of the answer would be and if he was right, their stay in Bethlehem would be no longer than to rest the horse and get a quick bite to eat.

“Sophie,” he spoke very quietly, “What was your father’s name?”

“Roman,” she answered simply.

“His full name, little one,” Artie coaxed.

“Roman Dobczansky,” she told him.

[qohart]

“Roman Dobczansky,” Artie repeated softly. Snapping the reins, urging them on faster, he slid his fingers into his vest pocket and fingered the note he’d found in their attackers saddlebag recalling its contents.

‘The Princess Claudia and her daughter Sophie. Take care of them permanently this time. Your failure will mean your death. PD’

‘PD,’ he thought, ‘Pietrov Dobczansky? Would he try to kill his sister-in-law and his niece?’ Artie wondered. ‘Wealth, power, humiliation before your subjects, and the chance to one day rule a nation? Powerful motivators.’

“Where are we going and when will we get there?” Sophie asked breaking into Artie’s thoughts.

“Interested now?” Artie smiled at her and she nodded back. “We should reach Bethlehem soon. I think we’ll get a new horse there and something to eat then move on to our next stop. How does that sound?” he asked.

“Where will we sleep?” she queried.

“There’s an empty seat back there,” Artie thumbed at the seat behind them, “I think you could stretch out there quite easily.”

“And you?” she asked.

“Someone has to drive,” he shrugged, his shoulder reminding him of its injured presence making him wince.

“Your shoulder hurts you,” Sophie stated knowingly.

Artie glanced at her and could not help shaking his head at her appearance. “Your mother is going to be so angry when she sees what I’ve done to your hair,” he muttered stroking the short curls that peaked out from under her cap.

The little Princess began to relate more stories of her life when her father was still alive. Even though he only half listened, Artie could tell she missed him terribly and was afraid for herself and her mother. He turned his thoughts ahead to a route from Bethlehem to Westminster that would be safe enough to travel through the night.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Jim’s explanation of who he was and what had happened was clear, concise and offered no more than was necessary as to his mission. He’d showed his credentials to the sheriff who promised to check out the story before they left in the morning.

Now he stood with them by their wagon telling Jim what he’d learned about the prisoners.

“Well, they’re Russian, they’re brothers, and say they were hired to kidnap and kill the missus there and yourself,” the sheriff related. “Gregoriy and Pasha Russimoff are their names.”

“Did they say why?” Jim asked.

“Nope and they claim they don’t know who the man was who hired them. Just said he paid them half of a good sum of money with a promise of the other half when they did the deed,” the sheriff shook his head.

Claudia looked more frightened than ever and leaned from the wagon to touch Jim’s arm.

“We should go,” she urged and Jim nodded and turned to climb up into the driver’s seat.

“Oh, this telegram was waiting for you at the telegraph office,” the sheriff announced fishing the message from his pocket.

“Thank you, sheriff,” Jim replied reading the short message from Colonel Richmond.

‘Family says Uncle PD may not be well <Stop> Hurrying home but will arrive late <Stop> Inform wife and be safe <Full Stop>’

“You all take care now,” the sheriff waved at them.

With a tip of his hat, Jim and Claudia took the road to Washington. Jim waited until they were on their way before asking Claudia who PD might be.

“Princess Claudia,” Jim began dropping the charade, “who do you know with the initials PD who might want to kill you and Sophie?” he asked directly. He stripped off the meager disguise of mustache and beard and pocketed them while waiting for her to answer.

“My husband’s brother,” she finally answered, eyes lowered. “Pietrov Dobczansky. He is a cruel drunk, irresponsible in his duties and disgraced in our country.”

Jim observed her through narrowed eyes. “How long have you suspected he was involved?”

Claudia looked up in surprise. “How did you know I suspected him at all?” she asked.

“It’s obvious, believe me,” Jim replied, “How long?”

“Since the very beginning,” the Princess admitted.

Jim pulled the wagon to an abrupt halt. “And you didn’t think we should know?” he demanded facing her with fire in his eyes. “You deliberately withheld that kind of information and still expected our government to protect you and your daughter, I might add!”

“I’m sorry. I spoke to my brother about it but as you are aware, our countries are just starting to have diplomatic relations. He thought it best not to divulge the fact that one of our own might be behind this treachery,” Princess Claudia answered.

Jim let out a long breath calming himself. He picked up the reins and started the wagon forward. “What’s done is done,” he said evenly, “Just tell me the whole story now.”

As they traveled Claudia told the same basic story that Sophie had told Artemus. She added that there had been attempts made on her life while still in Russia and that was why she had moved to her brother’s home, for their protection.

“So you married into royalty and your brother-in-law wants to regain his father’s good graces and his inheritance to the throne,” Jim summed up.

“Yes, as base and cold as it sounds it is the truth,” Claudia replied. After a pause she added, “I’m sorry I did not tell you earlier, Mr. West.”

“Jim,” he corrected, “and there’s nothing to be done about it now. We have another 30 miles to go to Washington and then you will be in the care of the State Department along with your brother and your daughter until you leave for home.”

“Do you think Sophie is safe?” she ventured quietly.

“As safe as she can be,” Jim answered. Claudia looked up with wide eyes. “Artie won’t let anything happen to her,” he reassured her and turned his attention to pushing the team as hard as he dared.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Artie and Sophie followed his plan upon reaching Bethlehem. They stopped at the livery where Artie purchased a sound horse and arranged for Henry’s horse to be returned to him. He would make sure the buggy was returned when they finally reached Washington. A quick supper followed and they were back on the road to Westminster by nightfall.

‘I knew I shouldn’t have encouraged her to talk,’ Artie thought as Sophie resumed her natural talkative demeanor.

Almost two hours later, he realized it had been several minutes since he’d heard Sophie say anything and she was slumped against him sound asleep. He pulled over and got out. Artie led the horse and buggy off the road into a copse of trees, transferred the little girl to the back seat and covered her with a blanket. Then he settled himself back in the driver’s seat, slouched down and closed his eyes for a short nap.

WWWWWWWWWWWWW

“Feietka,” Alexei Ivanov said to his companion, “what are we going to do?”

“We have no choice, Alexei,” Feietka Popov replied, “We must report that we have lost the trail and cannot find the Princess Sophie and her Secret Service guard,” he said dejectedly.

“It will mean our death, Feietka,” Alexei insisted, “Yuri told us what the message said. And the boss was angry enough that Yuri died when we sent that telegram. Now you want us to face him having failed?” The young man sounded frightened.

“So what should we do? We cannot hide from him. I do not know who he is, but he must be a powerful man if he has the ability to come to this country and order the death of the Princesses,” Popov reasoned, “If he has that much power there is nowhere on earth we can hide from him. It is better to plead for mercy.”

“Mercy? Does he seem to be a merciful man to you?” Ivanov asked incredulous. “One who would kill a child cannot be merciful.”

Feietka backhanded his friend in the chest. “Stupid, WE are the ones doing the killing yet I would not say we are not merciful. We will do our best.” He stopped in front of a tavern in Cockeysville, the cellar of which their employer occupied.

The two men dismounted, nodded to each other and went around the back of the tavern and entered through the storm doors and down the stone steps to the cellar.

Their report was not received well.

“Yuri dead and those two nincompoops Gregoriy and Pasha in jail and now you too have failed me!” Pietrov Dobczansky roared. His face was flushed crimson as he regarded his underlings and with a roar and he suddenly drew his sword and neatly dispatched Alexei with one vicious swipe.

Feietka swallowed hard as his friend’s head spun on its crown on the floor before him as the body dropped in a heap. He raised his eyes to his master and put out his hands defensively.

“Please,” he begged.

“Do not worry, coward, your head will remain attached to your neck for the time being. You will come with me. We will take the road to Washington together. I know that is where they are going. We will either meet them along the way or wait for them there,” Dobczansky sneered. He wiped the blood from his sword on the fallen man’s shirt, sheathed it and strode up the steps into the night.

Feietka sent up a quick prayer for his friend’s soul and his own safety and followed.

WWWWWWWWWWWW

Artie had woken from a nightmare in which Sophie had been killed. He’d sat up quickly assured himself that the child was still asleep, checked his disguise was still properly in place then started the buggy moving again.

Now it was nearly dawn and he was approaching Westminster. From there it would be another four hours to Washington. He knew he had to stop for the horse’s sake but did not want or intend to linger. He had a feeling they were not as safe as the calm quiet morning would lead one to believe.

The sound of pounding hoof beats approaching made him glance behind him. Sophie was covered and in the darkness still about them she could barely be seen. The horsemen drew closer riding hard and fast and Artie eased the buggy over as far as he could to let them pass.

And pass they did, whipping their horses and calling to them to urge them faster.

“Out of the way, old father,” cried the young rider on the left of the pair.

His older darker companion lashed the whip in Artie’s direction catching him with a sting to his left cheek and a raucous laugh as he rode on.

“Uncle Pietrov,” Artie heard whispered from behind him.

“Stay down,” he ordered watching the duo disappear into the low light as he pressed his handkerchief to his cheek. ‘It’s just a nick, intended to frighten an old man,’ he noted and was thankful he’d chosen this disguise.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Jim and Claudia met up with Colonel Richmond at his office in Washington, DC a little after noon.

"Colonel Richmond," Claudia spoke first the door barely open to let them in, "Have you had any word from Mr. Gordon and Sophie?"

[qohart]

"No, nothing yet," he answered looking at Jim with concern as he rounded his desk.

"Princess Claudia has information she withheld from us,” Jim explained, “She and Sophie are being pursued by her brother-in-law.”

"What?" the Colonel cried anger and confusion lacing his question.

"I’m sorry, I should have told you the truth from the beginning,” the Princess replied in a panicky voice.

"Calm down. I'm sure Sophie is fine. Artie will take good care of her," Jim reassured her.

Claudia paced the room a few times, then burst into tears and sat on the sofa sobbing.

Jim sat next to her and took her by the shoulders, turning her toward him. She buried her face in his chest.

“What trouble I have caused,” she wept.

“Just calm yourself and tell the Colonel everything,” Jim comforted her.

Regaining her composure, she methodically told Colonel Richmond everything she had told Jim.

Richmond went to the door summoning his secretary. “Send a courier to the White House with a message for the Emissary from Russia. Have him brought here immediately with an armed escort. And have additional armed troops posted outside,” he ordered then closed the door.

It did not take long for the Colonel’s orders to be implemented. They heard the sounds of armed guards positioning themselves at the front of the building. Jim was sure an equal number were at each of the other entrances to the building.

Shortly thereafter, Vlad Chernov was escorted into the office.

“What is the meaning of this?” he asked looking around the room. He saw his sister nervously wringing her hands. “Claudia? Are you all right?” he hurried to her and put his arm about her shoulders.

“Vlad, we should have told them the truth,” she told her brother, “Pietrov has followed us here, I am sure of it. He tried to kidnap me last night,” she began to explain.

She stopped when they heard the sound of a buggy hurriedly approaching. Colonel Richmond looked out the window.

"It's Artemus," he announced. “And he’s being followed by two horsemen!”

Vlad rushed to look out, “It IS Pietrov!” he cried as the Colonel pulled him to the center of the room and away from the window.

They heard gunfire as the buggy came to a stop then the sound of running. The door burst open and Artie dropped Sophie just inside the door as they heard more gunfire.

Sophie ran to her mother. The reunited family hugged and held each other, Vlad with his arms about both of them.

Jim went to Artie who was leaning against the wall. Colonel Richmond left them to check on the proceedings outside.

“You okay?” Jim asked his pale partner.

“A little worse for wear but yes,” Artie gave him a small smile then began to remove his disguise.

“What happened out there?” Jim wanted to know.

“Pietrov Dobczansky happened. He passed us early this morning as we were approaching Westminster. He didn’t see Sophie and paid no attention to me,” Artie explained, “Well except for this,” he added pointing at his cheek.

Jim looked at it carefully, “You’ve done worse shaving,” he teased.

“Except I don’t use a whip to shave with,” Artie grinned.

“If Dobczansky passed you on the road, how’d he catch up to you here?” Jim queried.

“Must have been waiting for us. We were just about here when he and his hired hand came barreling out of an alley and chased us the rest of the way here. We had a tousle over Sophie when I pulled her out of the buggy and the next thing I knew everybody was shooting. I just ran indoors and,” he tried to spread his arms but only the right one cooperated, “here we are,” he concluded putting his right hand to his left shoulder.

“What’s that all about?” Jim nodded toward his partner’s shoulder.

"He was shot," Sophie chimed in and Artie shot her a look.

"I had it taken care of,” he retorted.

“The ‘Detoured due to circumstances’?” Jim asked.

“One and the same,” Artie agreed “but I think I’ve torn the stitches,” he grimaced.

“I think you have, pal, you’re bleeding on your tweed,” Jim told him pointing.

“Damn,” Artie swore softly and took out his handkerchief to press against his shoulder.

Colonel Richmond entered the office then with news of Pietrov Dobczansky and Feietka Popov.

“Dobczansky’s dead,” he announced, “His hired man, Feietka Popov is telling everything.” The Colonel looked to Chernov. “He will be deported back to your country, Mr. Chernov,” he said evenly, “Will he be punished for his crimes there?”

“I assure you he will, Colonel Richmond,” Vlad extended his hand to the Colonel who shook it. “I want to apologize for advising my sister to withhold information. I was afraid it would affect our negotiations. And even without all the information at your disposal, you have managed to protect my sister and my niece and deliver them safely. I thank you,” he concluded gratefully.

“You are very welcome, Mr. Chernov. Mr. West and Mr. Gordon take their responsibilities very seriously,” Richmond said.

Claudia joined her brother in thanking the Colonel then turned to the two agents.

“Jim,” she said taking his hand in hers, “Thank you for everything you did to protect me and see me safely home,” she said then planted a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re welcome,” Jim answered with a winning smile and a sparkle in his eye.

“I should talk to Artemus,” she said softly and Jim’s smile grew as he nodded.

“Artemus,” Claudia said and took his hand. She spoke gently in a quiet voice. "Once, when I was a young girl, I saw a performance of Hamlet with a handsome young actor with a marvelous voice and nearly flawless Russian. I was so smitten by him, I saw his performance 4 times. I wrote him a note, asking him to marry me. Do you know what he said?" she asked her cheeks flaming red.

"Princess," Artie quoted his own note, "I am pleased you enjoyed my performance and am flattered by your offer. Such affection is rare indeed. However, I am married to the stage and must respectfully decline your offer. I hope we will meet again someday and I will be able to please you as much, once again," he finished.

"You remembered!" Claudia exclaimed, "When did you know?"

"At the safe house, when we were introduced," Artemus admitted.

"Well, I want to tell you, not only did you fulfill your promise to me at the safe house, but we have met again, and you have pleased me as much, no more, than your note intimated so many years ago. Thank you, Artemus Gordon. You will always hold a place in my heart." She kissed his uninjured cheek.

“I AM disappointed in Sophie’s haircut,” she added as Sophie stepped up and Claudia caressed her daughter’s head fingering the short locks.

“It couldn’t be helped,” Artie offered.

Claudia just nodded. “Say goodbye Sophie, it’s time for us to leave.”

“Goodbye, Artemus,” the little Princess held out her hand as she had been trained to do.

Artie bent and took her hand, “Goodbye Princess Sophie.” He gave his most dignified bow and kissed her little hand.

“Just Sophie,” the Princess answered with a smile. She turned to her mother and Uncle and they were escorted from the office.

“Phew,” Artie commented and dropped onto the sofa, “Am I glad that’s over.”

Colonel Richmond cleared his throat loudly and Artie sprang to his feet. “Sorry,” he apologized.

“I’ll expect a full report on my desk,” the Colonel began then spotted the bloodstain on Artie’s jacket. He eyed the sofa then turned to Jim, “Get him to a doctor before he bleeds on something expensive.”

“Yes sir,” Jim replied and turned his partner to the door.

“What does he mean expensive? Is he saying my tweed suit isn’t expensive?” Artie protested quietly.

“It wasn’t, Artie,” Jim told his friend, “You got it at a second hand store.”

“Yeah but the Colonel doesn’t know that,” Artie fired back as Jim grinned at the Colonel and closed the door.

The End